Rebirth Group Favorite: The Big Brother's Beautiful Wife Is A Little Sweet

"Little Dream……"

Looking at Shen Zhimeng who was beaten to death on the ground, Yun Ruoyao felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head.

Originally, he thought that Xiaomeng was with this Liang Shujun, telling him the sadness of his broken love.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was this scene!

He said that he was restless on the road just now!

Yun Ruoyao turned his eyes suddenly, and looked at Liang Shujun who was at the side, with a huge murderous intent rising on his face.

"I'll fucking kill you!!

Yun Ruoyao picked up the chair next to him, and rushed into the bedroom like a raging mad dog.

He threw the chair onto Liang Shujun.

After smashing the person to the ground, he roared angrily and rushed forward.

He scuffled with Liang Shujun.

Yun Ruoyao felt that he had never been so angry in his life, and wished he could tear this man into pieces.

He dares to play Xiaomeng?

How dare he have a dream? ! !

What kind of thing is he that dares to have a dream? ! ! !

"Go to hell! Go to hell, you pervert!"

"I'll go to the dog of eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

Yun Ruoyao grabbed Liang Shujun's neck and punched him hard in the face.

Liang Shujun fought desperately, and in the confusion, his fist hit Yun Ruoyao's face.

However, Yun Ruoyao didn't seem to know the pain, and was completely unmoved.

She just waved her fist wildly at him.

Soon, Liang Shujun lost to him, lying on the ground with no strength to parry.

Yun Ruoyao was tired from beating.

Looking at the man under him who had been beaten beyond recognition, he finally regained some sanity.

He got up, walked towards Shen Zhimeng, and helped her up with distressed eyes.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, can you hear me?"

Yun Ruoyao patted her face in a panic.

Shen Zhimeng opened her eyes.

"Don't take pictures...the face is already swollen and hurts..."

"Feel sorry!"

Yun Ruoyao was a little flustered, looking at her red and swollen little face, she felt a prickling pain in her heart.

I can't wait to tear Liang Shujun into pieces.

He bent down and began to untie the sheets on Shen Zhimeng's feet.

But I don't know if I was too impatient, or if Liang Shujun was tied too tightly.

He frantically untied it for a while, but didn't untie it.

"What kind of crap..."

Yun Ruoyao couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, her voice was hoarse.

Shen Zhimeng looked at him, her expression froze slightly.

"Brother Ruoyao...are you crying?"

"No."

Yun Ruoyao wiped her tears with her hand, and then continued to untie the sheet that bound her.

But there were more and more tears.

He hates it.

I hate Liang Shujun, a pervert.

hate myself more.

If he could find out that something was wrong with Liang Shujun earlier.

If only he had come earlier.

If he didn't reject Xiaomeng, but faced his heart honestly and accepted Xiaomeng's wishes...

For many moments, if he hadn't been so blunt and stupid, Xiaomeng might not have encountered this scene!

Yun Ruoyao wiped away her tears, tugged and tugged, and finally tore the sheet off Shen Zhimeng's lap.

Then he began to untie her bound hands.

Shen Zhimeng looked down at him and asked.

"You were outside just now, didn't you leave?"

"Well... But I always felt a little uneasy, so I climbed up from downstairs."

Yun Ruoyao's voice was low, suppressing the complicated emotions in her heart.

Shen Zhimeng pursed her lips a little aggrieved: "I yelled so loudly, didn't you feel it at all? I was almost scared to death just now..."

"Sorry, it's all my fault, I'm deaf, I didn't expect this at all, it's my fault..."

Looking at Shen Zhimeng's weeping face, Yun Ruoyao felt extremely distressed.

I wanted to reach out to wipe her tears, but I was worried about hurting her face.

Just as he was struggling, he suddenly saw Liang Shujun standing next to him, holding his hand against the wall, and slowly stood up.

He wiped his nosebleed, and looked at Yun Ruoyao with gloomy eyes, with deep resentment on his face.

"Why, why did you come to disturb my last time with Xiaomeng?"

He took out a fruit knife and glared at Yun Ruoyao angrily.

"Since you're here looking for death, that's fine, I'll help you!"

As he said that, he suddenly took the knife and stabbed towards Yun Ruoyao.

Yun Ruoyao couldn't dodge in time, and was thrown to the ground by him.

The two fought together.

"Brother Ruoyao!"

Shen Zhimeng shouted.

Then he stood up scramblingly, picked up the vase next to him, rushed over, saw the momentum, and slammed it on the back of Liang Shujun's head.

Liang Shujun froze, rolled his eyes, and then passed out.

"Damn!"

Yun Ruoyao kicked him away with a painful look on his face.

Shen Zhimeng opened her eyes wide, seeing the bright red on Yun Ruoyao's body, her face turned pale in an instant.

"Ruo... Brother Ruoyao, are you injured?!"

Yun Ruoyao had a fruit knife stuck in his abdomen.

At this moment, he was holding his abdomen with both hands, and the blood was not stopping.

"Brother Ruoyao!"

Shen Zhimeng rushed forward, hugged him, and burst into tears: "Are you injured?! What to do...There's a lot of blood..."

"I'm fine..."

"Why are you okay?! You were stabbed..."

Shen Zhimeng shook her fingers, and patted his face: "Don't lose consciousness, I'll find an ambulance right away, brother Ruoyao, you must not fall asleep!"

"I don't sleep, I..."

"Stop talking, you have to conserve your energy now!"

Shen Zhimeng interrupted him, took the mobile phone next to her, and began to call 120 tremblingly.

Yun Ruoyao said in a low voice: "Xiaomeng..."

"Do not talk."

Shen Zhimeng's face was serious.

After getting through, she quickly said the address, then hung up the phone, stood up frantically, and began to pull the bed sheet.

"Stop the bleeding, the other side said to stop the bleeding first..."

"Xiaomeng, I'm really fine."

Yun Ruoyao picked up the knife.

Shen Zhimeng was taken aback for a moment, and then she yelled: "What are you doing?! If you can't pull out the knife by yourself, you will bleed profusely!"

She rushed over, lifted Yun Ruoyao's shirt, trying to hold down the wound on her abdomen.

However, after opening it, I saw that the eight-pack abs were intact.

Not a single wound.

Shen Zhimeng:?

"Actually..." Yun Ruoyao raised his right hand, "I held the blade just now, and it was my palm that hurt me, not me."

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