Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

The rain at night was freezing and biting. Zhuang Mingyue put on a quick shawl and went downstairs. Wang Mei turned on the light downstairs.

Seeing the man dragging his already decadent body in the dark night, walking very slowly step by step, Zhuang Mingyue's pupils shrank, and she rushed into the rain without thinking much. Wang Mei quickly picked up the umbrella hanging at the entrance and held it. Then he ran out.

Zhuang Mingyue's body was covered with water drops, and her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you go home so late? Why don't you hold an umbrella even if it rains? Where is Shen Feng?"

Seeing his miserable appearance, Zhuang Mingyue's heart tightened, and her throat felt as if someone had pinched her.

Jiang Yushu moved his thin lips and collapsed on Zhuang Mingyue, seemingly using up his last bit of strength to hold her tightly.

The water droplets on the black hair followed a drop of cold water from the hair, seeping into Zhuang Mingyue's white neck. Zhuang Mingyue leaned back slightly, and she patted Jiang Yushu's back tentatively, "Jiang Yushu?"

Wang Mei: "Oh my God, I fainted."

Zhuang Mingyue quickly helped him to the sofa in the living room, "Wu...Aunt Wang, go boil some hot water and get a set of clean clothes from the banquet room."

"Oh, okay, okay..."

Zhuang Mingyue's clothes were also half wet. She took off her shawl and saw a bright red blood stain on one side. Her heart skipped a beat.

Where did the blood come from?

When Zhuang Mingyue unbuttoned his suit jacket, he found that the tattoo on his neck... seemed to have been washed away, and there were many scars left, some of which had blood for some reason.

She didn't have time to think too much, fearing that something might really happen to Jiang Yushu, so she reached out and untied the last shirt on his body. After taking it off, Zhuang Mingyue covered her mouth in shock with both hands, and her heart trembled uncontrollably. Youhu, who was originally calm, , causing ripples.

No part of his upper body was in good condition. From his neck to his fingers, one could clearly see burnt injuries.

What on earth did he send?

Wang Mei acted very well, taking off her clothes and putting them aside. When she reached the person on the sofa, she was also startled, "Oh my God, what's wrong with this person, miss...otherwise we should call an ambulance as soon as possible." "

She stepped forward and touched Jiang Yushu's forehead again, "I have a fever, what should I do?"

It took Zhuang Mingyue a long time to get her thoughts back, "I...I'll...make a call right now."

"The clothes?"

"Just change it for him."

Wang Mei looked troubled, "Isn't this good! If he wakes up and says that I took advantage of him, miss... you better change it for him! No matter what, he is still your ex-girlfriend, so I'll boil some water." "

Wang Mei slipped away, and Zhuang Mingyue had no choice but to wait for a while. She dialed the phone number on the coffee table, but 120 could not be reached. She checked again and found that there was no mobile phone signal on the coffee table. It seemed that it should be the next one. Because of the rainy weather.

Zhuang Mingyue was also in trouble for a moment, and finally thought about it and sent him to the room upstairs. The two of them were very rude and finally moved him to the bed. He didn't wake up due to such a big movement.

"Aunt Wang has boiled the hot water and is bringing some antipyretic medicine."

"okay."

After Wang Mei left, they were the only ones left in the room, and Zhuang Mingyue had already turned up the heating.

Jiang Yushu suffered a half-body injury, so he was not given any clothes to wear. He had to apply medicine first, and Zhuang Mingyue was very good at taking care of a sick person.

In his previous life, whether Zhanyan was drunk or sick or hospitalized, she took care of him single-handedly. Except for those close to him, he would not let anyone get close to him at will.

Gradually, she developed a habit, and even read a lot of nursing books in order to avoid various other emergencies.

Zhuang Mingyue carefully wiped the wet area where his tattoo had been washed with paper towels, and gave him some medicine to avoid infection...

She held that hand, and there was already blood on the scar. She moved very gently. Wasn't he still fine after dinner last night?

Why did she do such a thing? Zhuang Mingyue narrowed her eyes. There was not much expression on her delicate and beautiful face. She was just treating his wounds quietly.

Jiang Yushu let go of Bumu Nanzhu, just like Bai Yushu never let go of Zhanyan after his death.

He thought that Jiang Yushu would go back to the past with Mu Nanzhu. Why would he come back to find her in the middle of the night?

He is also like Zhan Yan, never letting people guess his thoughts.

She is only 20 years old now, but her mind has already lasted two lifetimes.

4.26 am.

In the study room where the lights were not turned on, Zhan Yan's eyes filled with ice were looking at the images in the surveillance video. The man at this moment was like a dark poisonous snake watching in the dark.

That breath made the whole study feel extremely cold.

He grabbed the cup on the side and slammed it against the door. The coffee slowly flowed down the gray wallpaper, and there were pieces of the cup on the ground.

Like a storm outside, raindrops pattered against the glass, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, reflecting half of the man's deep face, which was as cold as frost, terrifying and extremely cold.

Bai Yushu heard the movement and suddenly opened the study room, "Brother Zhan!"

Bai Yushu was frightened when he saw the man's face illuminated by the screen light, "Brother Zhan, what's wrong with you? I heard..."

"Get out!" Zhan Yan roared in a low-pitched voice.

Bai Yushu took a step forward worriedly, "I'm just worried about you."

"Don't you understand me? I say it again, you are not allowed to go near the study without my permission."

Bai Yushu clenched his fingers into fists, his fingertips turned white, "I...I know."

Tears of grievance burst out of her eyes. She turned around and walked out, closing the door of the study hard, as if to vent her emotions.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed on the desk vibrated.

Seeing the string of numbers, Zhan Yan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His body was slender and straight. He took the phone with one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He quietly waited for the other party to speak.

Unexpectedly, the moment he uttered his voice, he roared hysterically, no different from a madman, "Jiang Yushu has gone back, he must have gone to find her."

"You think of a way, you think of a way quickly..."

"Jiang Yushu is mine, he is mine!"

Zhan Yan took out a cigarette and lit it in the darkness, and the smoke floated in the air. "Asking me to do something requires a price, or an equal exchange. What can you give me?" The man's voice was without a trace of emotion.

He seemed to have expected that this person would definitely call her.

"You make a price, I'll give you whatever it is!"

The man exhaled a thick puff of smoke, "I'm not interested in money."

"Then what do you want?"

"What I want is very simple. It depends on whether you are willing or not."

"Okay, as long as you help me, I'm willing to give you anything."

"Including your life?" These few words were like a demon in hell.