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When He Jian arrived, He Jueming had already been pulled away. His eyes were swollen from being punched, and the corners of his mouth were raw and red, but he was still shouting arrogantly.

"Let me go, I'm going to beat him to death!"

Chen Cheng, who was beaten to the ground by him, had a cut on his forehead and couldn't stand up while holding his stomach. There were several footprints on his clothes. His injuries were obviously more serious than those of He Jueming.

"You madman! I don't know you! What kind of wild dog are you that bites people!!"

"What bad things have you done? You know it in your heart. If you have the ability, take out your phone. Don't be like a rat in the gutter and do something shameful!"

When it came to the mobile phone, Chen Cheng seemed to understand something. There was obvious panic in his eyes, but he still said the same words as before.

"Are you crazy? I'm going to call the police, sue you, and kill you!" Chen Cheng covered his bleeding head.

"Sue, go ahead. If you don't kill me, I will beat you to death. I will beat you every time I see you!!"

He Jueming was about to jump up, but was slapped on the face.

"He Jueming, have you made enough trouble? You don't think it's a big deal, do you? If you really send yourself in, you won't be embarrassed. The school will be embarrassed."

"Uncle, uncle..." He Jueming saw He Jian appear. He didn't feel his face hurt at first, but asked for help aggrievedly, "He took those photos, I saw them!!"

He Jueming did not say which photos, but now everyone has guesses about which photos are the most popular.

He Jian glanced at Chen Cheng with sharp eyes. Chen Cheng's level was lower than that of He Jian, and he felt guilty. He was stammered and speechless after being looked at like this.

"Come to the infirmary with me for treatment. Everyone else should disperse!" He Jian walked over and gave Chen Cheng a hand, and glanced at the student ID card on his chest, "Your name is Chen Cheng?"

Chen Cheng was too nervous to agree.

Even without asking, He Jian could guess from Chen Cheng's body movements that what He Jueming said was not a lie. When he supported Chen Cheng, he whispered in his ear, "If you don't want things to get worse, come with me."

Chen Cheng's face turned pale, he lowered his head and said nothing. The blood on his forehead had become semi-solidified, and the confidence he had faced He Jueming just now was gone.

He didn't know He Jueming, but he knew He Jian.

Teacher He Jian is so well-known in the school, and he is a rich and powerful boy. If the person who beat him was a relative of He Jian, he would be someone Chen Cheng could not afford to offend.

He was a student born in a slum. Although he had a high self-esteem outside of school, he still had an instinctive cowardice and low self-esteem in front of such a naturally strong person. If the He family really wants to touch him, he will be completely ruined in this school. He can't lose the opportunity to study here, otherwise his mother will definitely go crazy.

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He Jian took the two people to the infirmary alone.

It was already the end of school at this time. Students who went home for the weekend were picked up one after another, and others also left the classroom and returned to their dormitories.

The teaching building became empty. The school doctor in the infirmary briefly examined and treated the wounds of the two people. After it was clear that they were all external injuries and not serious, they left at the instruction of He Jian.

He Jueming, who had turned into a black eye, was still staring at Chen Cheng opposite, but Chen Cheng just held his schoolbag and lowered his head without saying anything.

He Jian sat on the bench with his legs crossed, looked at the two people sitting on a medical bed on one side, and spoke.

"Which one of you will speak first?"

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On Sunday afternoon, Linjue finally woke up.

He lay on his back and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before he could tell where he was from the chandelier above.

He moved and sat up, then saw Shen Fan sleeping on his back until he was unconscious.

The back of Shen Fan's neck could no longer be described as red and swollen. There were teeth marks on top of each other. There was almost no good piece of meat. His thin back was bulging and bent into a self-protective shape.

The sofa was not big, but he curled up in the corner farthest from Linjue, taking up only a little space.

Lin Jue's eyes suddenly turned red. He lifted the quilt off Shen Fan with trembling hands and saw traces of "abuse" all over his body.

He touched the side of Shen Fan's neck with trembling hands. Fortunately, it was still warm and had a beating pulse.

He is still alive.

"Shen Fan?" Lin Jue knelt on the sofa and whispered Shen Fan's name, carefully turning him over and holding him on the pillow.

Shen Fan was sleeping deeply, his face was full of fatigue, his originally well-preserved complexion was now abnormally pale, and his lips were chapped.

Linjue was very scared, so she went to check his breathing and listen to his heartbeat.

"Well...tired...husband."

Shen Fan's dreams were full of scenes of being dragged back and wandering around by Lin Jue, and he instinctively murmured for mercy.

Such a title seemed to evoke some remaining memories of Lin Jue.

Shen Fan called him over and over again, sometimes to beg for mercy, sometimes to please, and sometimes to coax him to eat.

Linjue turned around and looked at the garbage on the ground, the unpacked nutritional creams, the food packaging bags after eating, and the things he couldn't bear to look at...

Such a messy scene made him know what he had done without guessing, and what Shen Fan had done for him.

This thorn flower was so wild and tenacious that it managed to carry it over.

He built a nest where he could safely survive the vulnerable period because of his madness, and spent many days and nights with him with his undifferentiated body.

Linjue's heart clenched in pain.

"Shen Fan, Shen Fan..."

Linjue kept calling Shen Fan's name, feeding him water and nutritional ointment.

Shen Fan closed his eyes and drank the water, but he spat it out as soon as he took a mouthful of the nutritional ointment. He was injured after taking it for four days.

Lin Jue could only soak the condensed milk in water before feeding him. Shen Fan drank until he was full and continued to sleep.

Linjue saw the time on the light brain, it was already the fourth day.

At this time, the doorbell also rang.

The familiar voice of the driver outside the door came: "Sir? Are you there?"

Lin Jue lowered his eyes, and after looking at the scarred Shen Fan for a long time, he finally responded, "I'm here."

"Sir, it's time for us to leave!" the driver reminded.

"Okay, wait for me for half an hour."

Lin Jue got off the bed and looked at the marks on his naked body. He didn't know what to say for a while. It must have been extremely painful, so I bit him and tickled him.

After going to the bathroom to rinse off, Linjue started packing his luggage. There was something in the box when he came, and there was still something in the box when he went back.

He walked to the door and pushed open the cabinet, handed the things to the driver, then went back, found a clean blanket, rolled up Shen Fan and hugged him.

"Sir, what are you doing?" The driver looked at Lin Jue in surprise.

"I'm taking him away."

Lin Jue's eyes were gentle and sad. He lowered his head and kissed Shen Fan's face.

I'm sorry, it's my fault for making you suffer, my flower...

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