Hidden ex-wife is super difficult to coax

The scarred man stared wide-eyed in horror, struggled with his limbs and shouted, "He's crazy! Pull him away, he wants my life!"

Lu Yichen pursed his lips coldly, and in the next second, the smile on his lips disappeared, leaving only a cold expression, and he said fiercely, "You can die ten thousand times."

After saying that, he punched the scarred man in the face, and the scarred man spat out a mouthful of blood.

Next, the second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch...

None of them withdrew their strength, as if they were going to beat him to death.

The scarred man was covered in blood from the neck up, and he was unable to struggle, only the painful whimpering from his throat.

The blood from Lu Yichen's wound continued to flow out, winding down his thin arm, spreading to his hand with protruding knuckles buttoned up on his collar, and then dripping onto the scarred man.

blood mixed together.

But he didn't feel it, his neck was swollen with veins, his eyes were bloody and scarlet, and he vented fiercely.

"Lu Yichen..."

Sheng Rou leaned weakly against the wall and called him softly.

She wanted to tell him to stop loudly, and wanted to say that such a scumbag didn't need to dirty her hands, but she was too weak to say anything more.

Lu Yichen didn't hear Sheng Rou's voice, let alone stop.He glanced down, grabbed the knife that Sheng Rou had inserted into the scarred man's stomach, pulled it out, and stabbed the scarred man's shoulder.

The scarred man was like a dying fish, twisted in pain.

With a "plop", Sheng Rou slid down the wall and fell to the ground.

When Lu Yichen turned his head, he saw Sheng Rou's eyes were tightly closed, his face was unusually red, realizing something, he put away most of the cruelty in his eyes, his expression froze, he let go of the knife and strode towards Sheng Rou.

He half knelt down, picked her up in his arms, and walked outside.

"doctor!"

He growled outside the door, the smell of blood mixed in the cold wind, Sheng Rou could vaguely hear him whispering over and over again, "Sheng Rou, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital, hold on..."

Then, completely lost consciousness.

……

The light in the ward was dim, and the blackout curtains blocked most of the light. There was only one dim light, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The drips in the infusion tube fell silently, so quietly that even breathing was very light.

Sheng Rou slowly opened her eyes, her body was still very weak, she stared at the blank ceiling for a long time before she was sure that everything was over and she was finally safe.

She turned her head and saw Lu Yichen half lying on the bed.

He changed into a dark blue shirt, the wound on his arm had been treated, wrapped in a thick bandage, and rested his head with his other uninjured hand.

Fragmented hair hangs in front of the forehead, long thick eyelashes drooping, and a heavy bruise under the eyes, obviously in a state of rest, but still revealing a strong sense of fatigue.

Sheng Rou watched quietly, her eyes a little sore.

Tears slid from the corners of the eyes and into the hair.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears.

Xu Shi noticed the movement, and Lu Yichen suddenly opened his eyes, facing Shengrou's misty eyes through the dim light.

He straightened up and reached out to touch Sheng Rou's forehead. He felt that the fever had subsided, thinking that she was not feeling well.

"Is it still hurting?"

Lu Yichen's voice was low and magnetic, wrapped in a layer of tenderness that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

He couldn't describe the feeling when he saw the wound on Sheng Rou when he changed her clothes.

Her neck, shoulders, wrists, fingers, and legs were covered with wounds and bruises. It was heart-wrenching to see, more uncomfortable than being cut by a knife.

"It doesn't hurt, do you hurt?"

Sheng Rou shook her head slightly, her eyes fell on his bandaged hands, "You bleed a lot."

It hurts, why doesn't it hurt.

But it's not physical pain, it's heartache.

Lu Yichen slid his finger from the corner of her eyes to her lips and pressed gently, "Fool, why did you do such a dangerous thing?"

When he saw Sheng Rou suddenly let go of the rope to stab the kidnapper, he stopped breathing.

Sheng Rou stared into his bloodshot eyes, and said softly, "I can't let the kidnappers take you away."

Lu Yichen hooked his lips, his eyes were filled with smiles after being delighted by these words, he leaned over and kissed her pink lips, "So worried about me?"

"Ah."

Sheng Rou was calm, and responded with a soft hum from between her teeth.

This sound like a kitten tickles people's hearts.

His eyes darkened, his fingers inserted into her hair, his knuckles tightened slightly, and the kiss went from gentle to passionate, as if he had suppressed too much love, which could only be expressed between his lips and teeth.

Breathing tangled.

The temperature rises.

"Lu Yichen..."

Sheng Rou urgently stopped, and gently pushed him, "No."

"What doesn't work?"

At some point, his hand moved from his head to her waist, reached into the hem of her clothes, and gently stroked the soft flesh on her waist, his voice was so low that he was hoarse, "Is it okay for you, my dear?"

"..."

Neither will work.

The two patients are still resting well.

"Don't make trouble." The tears at the end of Shengrou's eyes turned red again, "I'm not feeling well."

Hearing this, Lu Yichen stopped, opened a little distance, and said nervously: "Why is it uncomfortable? Do you want to call a doctor?"

"No, just rest... I'm still a little tired."

Lu Yichen took a deep breath and rested his mind, but instead of sitting back in the chair, he lifted the quilt and lay down next to Sheng Rou.

The not-so-spacious hospital bed suddenly seemed crowded.

Sheng Rou said helplessly: "There is a bed beside me, if you squeeze with me, you will crush your hands."

"No."

Lu Yichen took her into his arms, smelling the quiet fragrance of her body, "I want to sleep with you."

What else did Sheng Rou want to say, Lu Yichen added quietly: "You can't kiss or do it, you can't even sleep next to each other, right?"

"..."

It sounds a little aggrieved for no reason, what's the matter?

"Ok."

Sheng Rou compromised, stuffed in his arms, then suddenly raised her head and asked, "How did you go back to the country?"

There are no flights tomorrow night.

"Fly back."

"Huh?" Sheng Rou was puzzled, "Is there a temporary additional flight?"

"Private jet." Lu Yichen didn't explain much.

He wouldn't say that Lin Lin almost knelt down on the phone by using all his connections in order to hurry back.

Only for the temporary transfer of an aircraft.

During the ten hours of flying back to China, he didn't close his eyes, his heart hung high, and every minute and every second was a torment.

"You look tired too."

Sheng Rou raised her hand to caress the back of his head, patted him lightly, and said softly, "Is it hard work to get back?"

"It's not hard."

The suffering without her is hard work, and every minute and every second of worrying about her is hard work.

He held her tighter, as if in this way he could truly feel her by his side, without missing or losing her.

The little guy in his stomach kicked suddenly, and kicked Lu Yichen who was close to Sheng Rou.

He lowered his eyes to look at his swollen belly, thinking of the desire that he suppressed day and night, he was very upset.

He put his palm on it, and asked very sincerely: "Can this thing be made sooner?"