A heartthrob? Here you go!

"Yu Yu?" Lin Hui seemed to be a little more awake and looked up at the light screen.

"It's me. I'm here."

A familiar voice came from the light screen. Lin Hui lowered her hands and called out again, "Is that Yu Yu?"

She shouted and walked over.

The moment she came over, the camera shook instantly and took a step back, as if he was afraid of her approach.

In stark contrast to the camera, Song Jingshen’s eyes were extremely calm and composed.

His eyes swept across the knife dripping with blood in Lin Hui's hand, then he lowered his eyes to look at the communicator on his wrist, and trembled silently for a moment.

Do you feel it? Little fish.

He is very scared.

Song Jingshen calmly withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Hui, his eyes fixed on her hands again.

The hand holding the knife slowly tightened its grip, but the tip of the knife did not drop completely, always pointing at him.

Song Jingshen held his breath and concentrated, slowly adjusting the angle of the communicator on his wrist.

"Yu Yu, what do you want to eat?" Lin Hui was still approaching, talking to Yu Ge through the light screen. Song Jingshen stood still, putting aside the blood on the ground and the messy gift boxes. Everything looked very harmonious.

Only an arm's length away, Song Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.

Their eyes suddenly met and he noticed that Lin Hui had been staring at him.

In an instant, she pounced forward and stabbed Song Jingshen's chest with the knife in her hand without hesitation.

The communicator on the wrist also suddenly turned its lens and aimed at the sharp, reflective knife.

"You are not allowed to hurt my daughter!" After the sharp and piercing shout, there was the sound of muscles tearing.

The knife with a silver glow pierced straight into Song Jingshen's blocking arm. The camera happened to be shooting from bottom to top, capturing the bloody arm and his suddenly pale lips.

Yu Ge was stunned for a moment, and then the communication was cut off and the screen went out.

The room was quiet for a while. When Fang Chi was hesitating whether to go in, the door was suddenly pulled open with force, followed by a pale and panicked face.

"How long will it take?" Yu Ge's eyes were red, and he looked a little confused and frightened. His gaze seemed to be fixed on him, but also seemed to be wandering in the void, with nothing to rely on.

Fang Chi's heart softened instantly, and he felt sour and compassionate: "Five more minutes."

"Don't worry, Auntie will be fine."

There was a huge sound of propellers, and as soon as the helicopter landed, a figure rushed down quickly and went straight into the dark building in the distance.

Yu Ge left Fang Chi behind and rushed forward in two steps. The moment he grabbed the door handle, he was still regretting that he didn't bring the key, but his hand subconsciously pressed the door handle.

There was a "click" and the door opened.

Yu Ge was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed the door open and walked in. He saw the dim living room filled with pearls and blood stains, broken gift boxes scattered all over the floor, mixed with expensive cigarette boxes and medicinal herbs. A young man in a shirt and black pants was sitting with his knees hugged outside Lin Hui's door.

The furry black head was buried in his knees, and blood was oozing from a bloody hole in his arm.

Hearing the sound, he moved his head slightly, and then raised it, revealing a pale, fragile, handsome face, and looked over with his auspicious phoenix eyes.

"Xiao Yu?" His voice was very soft, dry and hoarse.

When he looked again, his eyes lit up instantly. He staggered to his feet, holding onto the wall, with the wound on his shoulder exposed.

Before he could even force a smile on his face, Yu Ge rushed over and bumped into his wound.

The pain in my shoulder suddenly intensified and the smile on my lips froze.

Panic and uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart. He opened and closed his lips helplessly and turned his head to look at the person behind him.

But she didn't even look at him, turned the door handle and rushed in.

His heart was being eaten away by fear and panic bit by bit. Song Jingshen opened the communicator with trembling hands and looked eagerly at Yu Ge's message page.

[Jing Shen: Xiao Yu, do you love me?]

[Xiaoyu: Of course, why do you suddenly say this?]

Song Jingshen's eyelashes trembled, his eyes lowered, his lips trembling as he looked over and over again.

She loves him, Xiaoyu loves him very much.

He read these two sentences over and over again with paranoia and madness, and finally pressed the light screen of the communicator to his heart and let out a long breath.

Before going in, you need to explain the situation clearly to Xiaoyu.

As soon as the thought came to Song Jingshen's mind and he turned to go in, he was suddenly attacked from behind by a huge force. Without paying any attention to the wound on his shoulder, he grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall.

"What's wrong with my mother! What did you do?" Heavy breathing was heard, hoarse and cold.

His spine felt numb, and the fear and anxiety that had been suppressed in his heart came over him again. Song Jingshen turned his head and looked behind him.

"Aunt is fine, she just fainted."

Song Jingshen forced a smile and lowered his eyes to comfort her gently: "I didn't hurt my aunt, nor did I touch him."

He was stabbed twice, why don't you care about him?

"I'm in a bit of pain, little fish."

It hurts very, very much.

My heart aches so much that I feel like dying.

"Let me go first, okay? I want you to hug me, Xiaoyu."

Hearing that Lin Hui just fainted, Yu Ge not only did not let go, but increased his strength and stared at him: "It's better this way!"

"Fish, let go."

A soft voice sounded, Song Jingshen suddenly turned his head and looked sideways, and saw the pure and beautiful boy holding Yu Ge's hand.

He was wearing snow-white clothes and a black cashmere coat that was very similar to his own. He was calm, composed and clean.

The moment she saw him, she pursed her lips and smiled, then looked away and whispered intimately to Yu Ge.

Don't, don't let go.

Song Jingshen stared at Fang Chi in front of him. The pain in his shoulder and the tightly clenched hands around his neck were proof that Yu Ge's attention was on him.

He urgently needed to feel Yu Ge's presence.

But the hand on my neck gradually loosened, the force becoming weaker and weaker, the pain in my shoulder seemed to disappear, and the pain in my heart came in waves, twitching violently with my breathing and the beating of my heart.

Don't let go.

His vision was blurry, and Song Jingshen tried to grab Yu Ge's hand with trembling hands, but was hit hard by another hand.

Finally, the force on the neck dissipated, and the temperature behind him also disappeared. Fang Chi accompanied Yu Ge to help Lin Hui onto the helicopter and drove to the hospital.

In the empty and messy living room, Song Jingshen maintained the same posture for a long time, with his head down and remained silent.

After a long time, he suddenly moved, looked up at the living room, twitched the corners of his lips, and smiled.

It was his fault. He messed up Xiaoyu's house and made her mother faint. She would definitely be angry.

Song Jingshen stood up straight.

If he remembered correctly, the broom and mop were placed on the balcony.

Clean it up and wait here for the fish to come back.

He bandaged the wound casually, dragged his heavy body, and slowly walked towards the balcony.

Bend down, pick up the things on the ground, pick up the broom, sweep the house clean, then drag the mop and walk to the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet, and water will flow out, swirling from the bright silver outlet.

Yu Ge leaned against the sink, staring blankly with his head down, watching the water swirling down.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a gentle question came: "Yuyu?"