Meng Jianwan heard the footsteps returning, and his heart skipped a beat. It was false to say that he was not nervous at all. Who knew what crazy things would be done by a person who had been jailed several times when he was stimulated.

The light of a mobile phone flashlight appeared again in front of me, shaking around, showing that the person who was walking was in a hurry, with obvious anger that could not be ignored.

Meng Jianwan was calm and decided to pretend to be stupid: "What's going on?"

Ding Jianpeng rushed to her with a steadily, grabbed her neck with one hand and lifted it up hard, almost lifted it up with the person and the chair, staring at her eyes, and was extremely angry: "I warned you not to show off my tricks!"

Meng Jianwan's neck was so painful that a suffocation came. As time passed, the air in her chest was squeezed less and less. She opened her mouth and couldn't speak. Due to difficulty breathing, her face turned red. Her eyes looked straight into his face, and there was a sluggish anger in her eyes.

Ding Jianpeng nodded, his mouth tightly pursed, and was very satisfied with her now indestructible appearance, and even a smile came over: "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to destroy me, then I will destroy you first and see which of us went to hell first. The young lady of the Song family in the imperial capital, right?" He nodded again and smiled evilly, "Very good. I want to see if your young lady can continue to be here."

Meng Jianwan's throat was blocked, and he opened his mouth and gasped. Before he could understand what he meant, the hand that grabbed her neck loosened. The next moment, he tore up her clothes like crazy.

"You bastard! Get out!"

Meng Jianwan stood up with the chair behind her back, bent and kicked him in the lower abdomen with all his strength. Just as Ding Jianpeng went out to talk to Huangmao, Meng Jianbian seized the time to break free from the rope on her feet, and the bundle of rope was just put on her instep. Ding Jianpeng hurriedly came to her to settle the score, not paying attention to this at all.

He was naturally caught off guard and was kicked to the ground by Meng Jianwan.

Meng Jianwan took this opportunity to run out, without shoes on his feet, and stepped on the ground full of gravel, which made the soles of his feet feel unbearable.

But she couldn't care about so much. She could never fall into his hands as far as she could.

Ding Jianpeng spitted, cursed, got up from the ground, picked up the wooden stick beside him and chased after him. Meng Jianwan was unable to move, so he caught up in just a few steps and knocked her behind with a stick.

She staggered and fell to the ground with her knees on her knees. Because of this force, the rope seemed to be strangled into the flesh of her wrists, and her knees seemed to be smashed.

She had no idea how many layers of sweat she had, her whole body was cold and hot, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit. Ding Jianpeng did not have any pity or hesitation this time, and she tore the thin T-shirt on her body with a sound.

"You're still running, aren't you fucking able to run? I'll see if you can..."

Before he could finish his words, a roar of the engine came from his ears, which cut through the sky in the quiet night, as if he was being stepped on by someone to the bottom of the accelerator. However, in the blink of an eye, he entered the sight, and the high beam in front of the car was dazzling.

Ding Jianpeng subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes, and then the man in the driver's seat rushed down. Meng Jianwan's head was close to the ground, but he could see the figure running against the light from the corner of his eyes.

It's Song Yu.

The moment he was sure it was him, Meng Jianwan relaxed all over, gasped like he was taking off water, closed his eyes, and sweat fell on the ground covered with cement ash, wetting a trace.

Song Yu ran over and saw Meng Jianwan lying on the ground, his lips were covered with blood, his hands were tied to a torn chair that was about to fall apart, covered with dirty lime cement, the collar of the T-shirt was torn apart, revealing the straps of the underwear inside, and there were no shoes on his feet.

"I said I'll send you the money, you're not allowed to touch her finger! How did you promise me?!"

Song Yu gritted his teeth and said, his black eyes were so terrifying that he rushed to his head. The strings that had been tense for a night were completely broken at this moment, losing all his reason, and picked up a wooden board on the ground and hit Ding Jianpeng, but he dodged away, and the two wrestled together.

Ding Jianpeng: "I haven't received the money at all!"

Song Yu could not fight, nor was he the opponent of Jianjiazi, who had been fighting all year round, and he was knocked to the ground by him in a few strokes.

Ding Jianpeng had nowhere to vent his hatred. He held the wooden stick in his hand and swung Song Yu's back heavily, leaving no way out for himself.

Meng Jianwan lay on the ground and looked in the direction of Song Yu: "Ding Jianpeng! Stop! You want to die!"

"It's just a bad life, it's worth it for you two." Ding Jianpeng didn't care about any money or not now, it was completely the way of a desperate person.

"Ding Jianpeng, your phone rings, the money must have been paid!" Meng Jianwan shouted at the top of his throat, trying to divert his attention.

Song Yu's beautiful flower is even more unbearable than her, and if she continues to beat her, she will really kill her.

Ding Jianpeng stopped and looked sideways and saw the screen of the mobile phone that fell to the ground lit up. There seemed to be a message coming in. Could it be... Song Yu really sent money to come over?

He crawled over and reached to reach his cell phone. Song Yu struggled to get up from the ground, locked Ding Jianpeng's neck from behind, tied him tightly, and Ding Jianpeng poked his stomach with his elbow.

On a quiet night, the wind in the mountains is also cool, and loud sirens come from afar, with exciting hope.

Huangmao rushed over from somewhere. Seeing the two of them wriggling together like hemp ropes, they picked up the stick on the ground and hit Song Yu on the back of his head, pulled Ding Jianpeng and ran out: "Brother, run quickly!"

The two of them did not dare to drive on the right road, so they abandoned the car, walked around the abandoned car repair shop, rolled down the hillside, and fled to the foot of the mountain in panic...

Meng Jianwan watched Song Yu's body fall softly, and there seemed to be blood on the ground. After a distance, she couldn't see clearly, and could only see a dark trace.

"Song Yu! Song Yu! Don't scare me..."

Meng Jianwan crawled over and finally saw clearly that there was blood on the ground, mixed with cement ash. He blinked weakly, and slowly sat up with his elbows, pressing his back against the wall: "I...is okay."

He broke through her body and untied the rope behind her. The rope was tied too tightly, and he couldn't use any force. It was very difficult to untickle it, and it pulled it apart bit by bit.

Meng Jianwan loosened his wrist and struggled to break away the remaining few circles of ropes. Regardless of the skin being worn out, she rushed over and hugged Song Yu's neck, so scared that her teeth were trembling up and down. Even if Ding Jianpeng was choking his neck, pulling his hair, or even tearing his clothes, she was not afraid of being like this.

"How are you?" As soon as she spoke, her voice was also hoarse, with a clear tremor.

In fact, there is no need to wait for Song Yu to answer. Her hand touched his head and felt the warm and wetness of his hands. Without warning, the tears in her eyes fell down so big and dripped on Song Yu's face.

His eyelids trembled and he stared at Meng Jianwan blankly, as if he was disbelief. After a while, he curled his lips and said angrily: "I...it seems to be... the first time I saw you crying."

"Who is crying?!" Meng Jianwan choked and shouted at him, touching his pocket in a hurry, finding his cell phone from it, preparing to call the first aid number, but he grabbed his wrist and stared at her eyes, "What are you doing?! I want to call 120, let go."

Song Yu pursed her lower lip, her face pale, and she took a breath to say the whole thing: "No need to be called, the ambulance and the police car are on the way." He was worried that she was injured, and he had already prepared everything he could prepare in advance on the way.

Meng Jianwan threw down his cell phone, hugged him tightly, and let him lean in his arms. He couldn't stop his tears. While saying that he was not crying, the tears rolled down like a broken river.

Song Yu licked his lips, and at this time he was still in the mood to joke with her: "It's raining, and the house is leaking."

"Let your grandma's legs leak! Are you a fool?" Meng Jianwan's voice was filled with a strong crying voice.

Song Yu pushed her away, and Meng Jianwan looked at him with tears in his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

He raised his hand and pinched the collar of his clothes, took off his clothes with difficulty, wrapped around her body with most of her shoulders, and fell back down.

"Song Yu--"

The whistle of the ambulance was just in my ears, and Meng Jianwan finally couldn't hold on and fainted with Song Yu in his arms.

——

Everything was like a dream. When Song Yu woke up, he looked at the snow-white ceiling and was stunned for a while. The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, reminding him that he was in the hospital.

Before he could make a sound, someone shouted before him: "Xiaoyu, you are awake! You are finally awake!"

It was Liang Rushui's crying with joy. Then Song Xiaozheng came to him, calmed a little more than Liang Rushui, and reached out to press the bell at the head of the bed.

Song Yu wanted to move, but found that his limbs seemed to be moved, so stiff that they could not move.

"Hey, don't move around, there's an needle on the back of your hand." Liang Rushui quickly pressed his arm to prevent him from moving around, "When the doctor comes to check you, be obedient, don't move first."

As she said that, she wiped the corners of her eyes, wiped off the falling tears, and pursed her lips tightly.

Song Yu opened his mouth and spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he could only spit out a few simple words: "Where is Wanwan?"

"Don't worry, she's fine, she's already checked." Liang Rushui was afraid that he would get anxious and moved again, so he pulled the chair and sat in front of him and said softly, "She just went out, probably to the bathroom."

Song Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly he remembered something was wrong. There was a bathroom in the ward. How could Meng Jianwan go out?

"Is something wrong in Wanwan? Did she suffer a serious injury? Ah? Is she..." His throat was almost scrapped, and he looked anxious and wanted to sit up, but it involved the wound on his back. A burst of pain hit him and he fell back heavily. As soon as he woke up, he was sweating and his eyes were red.

"Oh, you kid, why don't you listen to it? Wanwan is really okay. Don't you believe me?" Liang Rushui stood up, feeling distressed and helpless, with a worried look on his face.

Fortunately, the doctor came over. Liang Rushui pointed to the doctor who was over 40 but had gray hair on his temples and said, "You ask the doctor yourself if Wanwan is fine."

Dr. Qi put his hands into the pocket of his white coat: "You said your wife? She just suffered some skin injuries. She woke up two hours earlier than you and was able to get out of bed and run around. Your injuries were much worse than him. In addition to the fracture of his calf, there were injuries on his head and back, and they all had to be carefully cared for."

After reminding, Song Yu felt that his calves were wrapped in plaster.

While he was fighting with the man, his leg seemed to hit a stone, and he fell down. He felt a severe pain at that time, but the situation was urgent at that time, so he didn't think so much.

The doctor gave Song Yu a simple examination. After confirming that there was no big problem, he left the ward after a few words of advice.

As soon as he left, Meng Jianwan came in, shaking the water droplets on his hands while walking, wearing a striped hospital gown that was the same as Song Yu. Because of her knee injury, she didn't walk very neatly and stagger, but she didn't have to support her.

Liang Rushui was relieved when she saw her: "Wanwan is finally here."

Meng Jianwan looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant by saying this. After she woke up, she came from the next ward and stayed here. She just went outside to use the toilet.

Liang Rushui moved a step to the side. Meng Jianwan then saw that Song Yu on the hospital bed had woken up. He was looking at him without blinking, his eyes fixed on her, and he finally relaxed his body after confirming that she was fine.

"woke up?"

Meng Jianwan endured the pain in his knees and walked quickly over to sit by the bed, lowered his eyes and faced him.

Otherwise, what if Song Yu was so cute? He had just passed one night and looked like he had lost several pounds. His face, which was already angular, looked even colder and harder. He had shed so much blood, his lips were white, his head was a few circles of gauze, and he was wearing a loose hospital gown. He was so weak that he could blow away with a gust of wind.

Meng Jianwan touched his face, carefully avoiding it, preventing his finger from touching a small wound on his face: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Song Yu raised the hand that had no infusion, held down her hand covering her face, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sure if I'm dreaming." After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Now I'm sure, it's not dreaming."

Liang Rushui and Song Xiaozheng looked at each other and understood each other. Liang Rushui rubbed his hands and said, "I didn't bring anything in a hurry. I'll go home now and pack up some things and take them to the hospital. Your father will stay outside. If there is anything, call him. Ah?"

The two elders left the ward, and only two people were left lying and sitting.

Meng Jianwan looked at the infusion bottle, and the potion dripped down, with half a bottle left. His eyes turned back and fell on Song Yu's face: "Don't say too much when I woke up, just now, I'll have to rest."

Song Yu didn't listen and looked at her with his eyes open. There were scabs on her lips, and there were traces of green and purple pinched around her neck, and thick gauze wrapped around her wrists.

He closed his eyes and silently stretched out a hand to her. Meng Jianwan hesitated for a second, not quite understanding what he meant, and hesitantly put his hand in his palm.

Song Yu did not move, Meng Jianwan leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Then Song Yu reached out to hug her, pressed her in his arms, and locked her firmly. Meng Jianwan wanted to struggle, but she remembered that the injury on his back was very serious, and it was not good to press it on him like this.

Song Yu refused to let her move, Meng Jianwan frowned: "Song Yu, your injury..."

"Wanwan, you can't have anything to do."

Meng Jianwan froze, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something in an instant. His eyes were hot, and he gently patted his arm, giving him peace of mind: "I'm fine."

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