Nan Jingyuan was restless all day today.
Probably because I saw that group of people yesterday, I felt dazed and nervous all day long.
"What's wrong with you today? Did something happen?"
Song Zhaoning could see that Nan Jingyuan had been out of shape all day and had a stress reaction.
"It's okay, let's go."
Today is Friday and tomorrow is the weekend. Song Zhaoning didn't think he was doing well and wanted to spend more time with him, so she proposed to go back together. Home.
"I will go home with you today and wait until I get home before leaving, okay?"
"I'm fine, Zhao Zhao. It's very late. Come home quickly."
Although the weather is getting colder and the days are getting shorter, because tomorrow is the weekend and school ends at four o'clock today, how can it be late.
He was hiding something from her.
"Let's go, I won't accept any refutation."
She wanted to see what was being hidden from her.
His eyes lowered, falling on her swollen little face, and his voice was low and ethereal.
"Zhaozhao, for your own good, can you go home quickly?"
His voice was pleading, his eyes were full of fear, and his lips were trembling.
He can face these things alone, but she can't. Even if she is slightly injured, he will feel more uncomfortable than killing her.
This is also the first time that a boy has been tough on a girl. No matter how coquettish the girl is, she will not relax at all.
After all, he still couldn’t resist the boy and relaxed.
But as soon as they reached the school gate, they were stopped.
"Hey, Xiaoyuan, long time no see. This is your little girlfriend. She's so pretty. Let me play with you for a few days."
A group of people had bad intentions, so they I want to drag Song Zhaoning over.
At this moment, Nan Jingyuan's eyes were violent, like a ferocious beast guarding a treasure, staring at them and protecting Song Zhaoning behind him.
"I'll go with you, don't touch her."
All he can do now is protect Song Zhaoning, and the rest can be discussed.
The leader chuckled and did not take these words to heart. In his eyes, they were all his own.
With just one look, they pulled Song Zhaoning and Nan Jingyuan away from the school gate.
During the pulling process, Song Zhaoning's arms were so painful that tears filled her eyes.
He had already erased his traces, why did they come back again?
"What do you want?"
The young man guarded them firmly. He could give them whatever they wanted, but he couldn't touch his girl.
"Don't you know what we want? You andWe all want her. "
Smiling arrogantly, not having any idea that the two of them would cause them any harm, they still looked at them arrogantly.
Without any more nonsense, he moved directly Hand.
Then someone came over with a rough-shaped stick with a ferocious look on his face, and Nan Jingyuan pushed Song Zhaoning away.
These people from society. But unlike those in the original school, their hearts were harder than rocks, and they were used to bloodshed.
Nan Jingyuan's eyes were fierce and scarlet, and he cut a bloody path. He led Song Zhaoning and ran for a long distance and hid in a hidden place. Seeing that no one was catching up, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly and quickly checked to see if Song Zhaoning was there. Injured.
"Ayuan...you are injured. "
His arm was injured, and it was hanging down, with blood dripping from his fingertips.
The young man didn't care about his injuries at all, he was only afraid that Song Zhaoning would be sad. , looked at Song Zhaoning with gentle and affectionate eyes
"Zhaozhao, please go home quickly, the wound will heal in a while. "
Having just witnessed such a bloody fight, he didn't even frown, but he was afraid that she would be remembered by that group of people and wanted her to leave quickly.
Song Zhaoning's eyes were sore, the corners of her mouth were flattened, her nose was red, and her eyes were full of tears.
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He did all this. What happened, even my brother didn’t find out.
He insisted on sending Nan Jingyuan to the hospital, and then sent Nan Jingyuan home after applying medicine to the wound.
The two of them were silent along the way, with no one speaking.
The driver stopped the car at the door of the dilapidated house on Xiangzhang Street.
"Zhaozhao, I am. We're home, go back quickly. "
Song Zhaoning looked at Nan Jingyuan stubbornly, wanting him to speak first, but he didn't expect that he would let her go.
He wanted to push her far away again.
p>
“It’s already at the door of my house, and I’m not allowed to sit there. "
Nan Jingyuan twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly.
The tearing between reason and emotion almost made him split into two people. He also had a headache and wanted to Close, yet wanting to stay away
“Can you please stop pushing me away? "
Before he could speak, Song Zhaoning blinked her eyes and spoke first.
She knew that if she left today, she didn't know when she would see him again. < /p>
He was always like this, never telling himself anything, always taking care of everything himself.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and suppressed the madness and violence in his eyes. .
Just get close to yourself.house, I felt that the violence in my heart could not be suppressed.
"Okay"
He opened his eyes again, turned on the key, and took Song Zhaoning into the house.
As soon as he entered the room, Nan Jingyuan felt that the violence in his heart could not be suppressed, as if he was being forcibly provoked by someone, and his reason was also destroyed bit by bit.
In fact, after Nan Jingyuan was rescued, his nerves were close to collapse.
I went to many psychiatrists but nothing worked. The test result was irritable disorder. There is no cure for this disease, and I can't control myself when I smell irritating smells.
After realizing that he might lose control, Nan Jingyuan immediately locked Song Zhaoning out.
Even if Song Zhaoning wanted to hate him, he couldn't hurt her.
"Zhaozhao, I'm sorry."
Bang! ! !
Song Zhaoning was locked out of the door by Nan Jingyuan, and no matter how hard she banged on the door, he wouldn't open it.
"Nan Jingyuan, if you don't open the door today, then you will never want to see me again. Open the door."
The girl stood outside the door with tears on her face. Even the driver I couldn't stand it anymore, so I came over to help Song Zhaoning break down the door together.
Inside the house,
Nan Jingyuan's reason had been gradually swallowed up. He used his last bit of reason to lock himself into the dark little room full of violence.
This room was specially designed for him by the leader of the underground killer gang. There were chains and various things to restrain himself.
"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao."
His eyes were red, and his delicate fair face looked particularly ferocious at this moment.
"Ah!!!"
There was a roar from the house, accompanied by the sound of collision.
All this made Song Zhaoning look even more anxious. Without any hesitation, he asked the bodyguards hiding in the dark to kick the door open and quickly went in to check on Nan Jingyuan's situation.
The bodyguards also followed Song Zhaoning in, fearing that Song Zhaoning would be in danger.
"Nan Jingyuan."
"Ayuan"
I called out but received no response.
"Ah!!!"
Another roar.