The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 587

Jiang Xin sat on the ground blankly, her face was covered with blood, and her vision was blurred with scarlet under the cover of blood.

She saw that only half of Xie Yuan's arm was left, and the other half was lying quietly on the ground, the knife in his hand hadn't even had time to let go.

Huo Yuan looked at Xie Yuan indifferently, as if looking at a corpse.

Xie Yuan curled up on the ground, clutching his mutilated hand and howling in pain, the severed limbs were bloody and bloody, like a fountain, scattered all over the ground, the nearest Jiang Xin was almost completely stained red with blood.

When Jiang Xin came to her senses, her breathing accelerated, she stared at Xie Yuan's jagged broken arm, her whole body trembling.

Cheng Yi rushed in first, and he asked out of breath, "Mr. Huo, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Huo Yuan stopped looking at Xie Yuan who said, he walked up to Jiang Xin, stretched out his finger, and wiped the blood on her face as if no one else was there.

Jiang Xin looked at Huo Yuan blankly, her gaze was still red.

Huo Yuan said to her, "It's okay, let's go back."

His right hand hanging by the side was still bleeding, but he himself didn't seem to feel any pain. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even frown.

Jiang Xin's mind was blank at the moment, she just nodded instinctively and followed Huo Yuan out.

"Mr. Huo, how do we deal with this man?"

"It's up to you."

Huo Yuan didn't even look at Xie Yuan, as if this person was just an insignificant cat or dog to him, not even worthy of his attention.

And the pain that Xie Yuan told just now was nothing more than self-venting, and it didn't make Huo Yuan's heart agitated.

Xie Yuan was already in shock, if he didn't deal with it, he would definitely die in 2 minutes.

His life, which had already been ruined, was now completely hopeless due to the broken arm. Even if he was saved, it would be nothing more than another death.

But according to Huo Yuan's temperament, the more this person wants something, the less likely he is to give him what he wants.

When a person has nothing to love in life, living is a kind of torture instead, and he used to use the most extreme methods to torture a person.

When Jiang Xin walked out of the house, the cold wind blew by at night, and the blood on her face became icy cold, like a layer of frost sticking to her face.

It turns out that this is an unfinished building, and it seems that Huo Yan died here last time.

After getting in the car, Huo Yuan asked her, "How are you?"

"What?" Jiang Xin recovered and looked at him blankly.

"Your injury."

Jiang Xin touched her neck subconsciously and felt the sticky liquid, she moved the corners of her lips, "It's okay."

Huo Yuan didn't speak anymore, he took out a few tissues and handed them to Jiang Xin, then drove away.

Back at Huo's house, Huo Yuan followed her to the bathroom to wash off the blood on her body. Huo Yuan brought the medicine box and helped her treat the wound.

The wound was not deep, but it was relatively long and had many blood vessels, so the bleeding looked scary.

She sat there quietly and let Huo Yuan bandage her. The cedar breath on his body was naturally cold. Following the arc of his movements, it penetrated into Jiang Xin's nasal cavity head-on, giving Jiang Xin a feeling that this person No illusion of temperature.

Huo Yuan wrapped a thick bandage around her neck, while Jiang Xin was still thinking wildly, he suddenly squatted down and met Jiang Xin's eyes.

Looking at the cheek close at hand, Jiang Xin took a breath.

"How do you want to deal with Xie Yuan?" Huo Yuan asked suddenly.

Jiang Xin was startled, and stared at him puzzled. Was he...asking her opinion?