The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan could not imagine this possibility.

"impossible."

He changed from pinching to caressing, holding Tang Jiao's cheek with his big hands, rubbing it gently with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "I will find you."

"Tang Jiaojiao, don't put yourself in danger. Wait where you are and I will go find you."

The boy's words were deep and heavy, like an oath.

Tang Jiao even heard a hint of pleading.

She raised her eyes in confusion, but fell directly into the emotions in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes.

Worry, guilt, fear, fear...

It was so strong that she couldn't distinguish it.

Tang Jiao slowly sat up straight and put his head forward, resting lightly on Xiao Jingchuan's belly.

After a long time, there was an almost inaudible sniffing sound.

She spoke hoarsely.

"Actually, I was expecting you to save me."

Since waking up, Tang Jiao has been in good spirits and has not seen any abnormality. He only wakes up constantly when falling asleep.

If she didn't mention it, Xiao Jingchuan wouldn't ask.

Now, the girl was leaning in front of him, sobbing and saying: When she was in the most danger and fear, all she wanted was for him to save her.

Xiao Jingchuan's heart was stabbed deeply.

The helpless scene of Tang Jiao desperately struggling and screaming broke in again, and he seemed to have heard her frightened and desperate cry and struggle with his own ears.

"I'm sorry, Jiao Jiao."

Xiao Jingchuan raised his arms and hugged Tang Jiao in front of him, and apologized hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I left too late."

Tang Jiao shook his head: "Fortunately, you came and caught me like a superhero."

"Xiao Jingchuan, why are you so nice?"

The girl's voice was soft and hoarse, flowing like a trickle into his aching heart.

I'm not good enough.Xiao Jingchuan answered in his heart.

His big hands gently patted the girl's thin shoulders, and he said in a low voice: "Because he is your brother Jingchuan."

"It's great to have a brother." Tang Jiao laughed softly.

She wiped the tears she couldn't hold back on Xiao Jingchuan's clothes, and smiled in a delicate and hoarse voice:

"Brother Jingchuan, your abdominal muscles are hard."

When Xiao Jingchuan heard this, his waist and abdomen tightened.

"Oh, it's even harder."

The girl's innocent teasing is both endearing and irritating.

"Little bastard."

He held his chin down with his big hand, pinched his cheeks with his thumb and index fingers, and pushed them away, his eyes full of affection.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell your family?"

"Well, there's no need to let them know. I said I stayed at school to play with my classmates on the weekend." Tang Jiao said while looking away.

"Okay, I'll take care of everything."

A dark light flashed in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes.

He pulled the bag and said, "Here, let's see if you like the clothes."

"Why are you buying me clothes again?"

"Then you want to go back to school wearing a hospital gown?"

Tang Jiao immediately opened the bag and prepared to take it out to change.

"Can you be discharged from the hospital?"

"Stay one more night and go to school together tomorrow morning."

Xiao Jingchuan warned again: "I'm going out for a while. The medicine is on the bedside. Don't forget to take it again. I'll come back and sleep with you in the evening, okay?"

Tang Jiao was a little happy, so he wasn't afraid of having nightmares again at night!

She winked playfully and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother Jingchuan is sleeping on the sofa again~"

"my pleasure."

As soon as Xiao Jingchuan left the house, a doctor came to greet him.

"Master Xiao, this is Miss Tang Jiao's examination report. The dean and several professors are still conducting the detailed analysis of brain lesions."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Jingchuan took it, flipped through it, and listened to the doctor's explanation with a sullen face.

-

The night was just dark.

The four lanes leading to the center of Jingzhou are already blocked.

The rear lights of the car flashed wildly all the way, the horn shook the sky, and it didn't move half a meter for a long time.

The woman wearing a small leather skirt with suspenders was touching up her makeup in the back seat of the car. From time to time she would look away from the small mirror and urge:

"Master, can you hurry up? I'm going to be late."

The driver was so irritated that he pressed the horn twice more, glanced at the rearview mirror, suppressed his temper and said, "The lights in front of me are almost turning into a red carpet, and I can't even fly past it!"

The voice just fell.

There was an extremely powerful roar of the accelerator, tearing through the sound of horns like a tiger's roar. A black and gold streamlined heavy motorcycle carried a slender figure from far to near.

In the blink of an eye, the summer wind whizzed by.

Leaving behind a dazzling afterimage and a trembling buzzing sound in his ears.

The driver, who was instantly slapped in the face, paused for words, turned his head and cursed secretly.

The woman leaned forward and leaned against the car window, looking in amazement at the long legs astride the cool motorcycle, the flamboyant black T-shirt blown by the wind, and the broad shoulders and strong waist pressed against the heavy metal body.

I wish I could sit in the back seat of that car.

Outside the largest game hall on Jinghua Street, there are many small alleys extending in all directions.

The all-black Harley heavy-duty motorcycle stood arrogantly at the entrance of a dark alley.

The thin dark gold trim undulates on the car body, like a dangerous and elegant panther, opening its golden pupils in the dark night.

Always ready to open its fangs and bite the prey's throat.

"boom!"

The dull sound of the violent collision of flesh can make one's teeth ache.

A dark figure knelt on the ground in a twisted posture.

It shook, then fell into a pool of blood as if it had no bones, and made no sound.

The originally arrogant young man with yellow hair was dumbfounded. He was so frightened that he retreated all the way to the wall. His two legs were fighting and his face was deathly pale.

"Let, let me go! I didn't do anything! Let..."

"Uh--"

He was grabbed by the neck and smashed against a dirty wall.

His bloodshot eyes widened, the muscles on his face trembled violently due to suffocation and fear, and his pupils dilated, as if he had seen an evil ghost.

"Which hand touched hers."

The low, sinister and cold voice sent chills down the spine.

Huang Mao's eyes twitched.

I caught a glimpse of the twisted hand and leg bones on the ground and the green hair like rotten meat. The hair on my body exploded and my blood ran cold.

The iron arm around his neck could not be shaken, and he grabbed it with both hands in vain. His eyeballs were squeezed and bulged by blood, and his face turned the color of pig liver.

He is usually domineering and bullying men and women.

Now I can only be like a drowned dog at the mercy of others, praying for this ghost-like, hellish Shura-like beautiful boy to suddenly appear.

"Uh, I didn't, please, let me go..."

Silence, despairing silence.

What awaited him was the chilling crisp sound of broken bones.

"what!"

The left hand hangs down weakly, and the wrist bone is twisted and everted.

The hot blood flowed down the swaying arm and splashed all over the floor.

"Give you another chance."

Xiao Jingchuan opened his big hand and pressed it hard on Huang Mao's face. The sound of the back of his head hitting the wall was extremely clear.

The cold blood flowing out of his body covered his face again.

"Tell me, who asked you to provoke her."

He slightly curled his elegant thin lips, with an evil and beguiling expression.

Messy broken hair hung in front of his eyes, and his sinister and crazy black eyes were vaguely revealed. A few drops of coquettish red blood were splashed on his fair and knife-carved face.

Like a vampire who still greets her prey gracefully before bleeding her prey.

Huang Mao, who was dying of pain, nodded crazily when he heard this.

"No! No!"

Xiao Jingchuan let go and took a step back, his posture casual, as if he really wanted to let him go.

"Say."