"Let me help you!"

Chen Lai caught up with Gu Yan angrily and tried his best to put one of his arms on his thin shoulders.

"You have no use for your small body."

Gu Yan was about to pull out his arm, but Chen Lai held him tightly again.

"Some people look tall and tall, but they actually faint and have delicate bodies. It would be even more troublesome if they faint again on the road."

When Chen Lai met Gu Yan, it seemed that his ability to hurt others with his words became even stronger.

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Gu Yan became angry and was about to have another attack, but was stopped by Chen Lai's words.

"If you keep making trouble, I'll knock you out and leave you here. Just stay here."

"you dare!"

"What am I afraid of? How about we give it a try?"

Gu Yan murmured in a low voice, still complaining a lot, but he didn't dare to talk back anymore.

The principle of one thing descending from another is vividly demonstrated by these two people.

"Xiaoyun, what do you think their relationship is?"

"I don't know, but there is a saying related to the Three Kingdoms that always pops up in my mind."

"Three Kingdoms? Why are you suddenly related to the Three Kingdoms?"

"Isn't there a proverb in the Three Kingdoms: One is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure."

"...Your brain circuit is really special."

Han Muxue was also drunk. Xiaoyun would be suitable for writing nonsensical jokes in the future, but being a little assistant would really be a waste of talent.

He Lu looked at the ringing and vibrating mobile phone of her fiancé Li Jiaming in her hand, and gradually lost her patience.

However, every time she pressed it, it wouldn't take long for her to come back again, all from Li Jiaming's big boss.

"Lulu, please give me your phone."

Li Jiaming stood behind her, wearing an apron and begging in a low voice.

He hasn't been out much in the past few days. He has always been delicate, and his hair is always neatly combed and curled up stubbornly. He doesn't even think about grabbing it with his hands.

He Lu didn't move, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that she hadn't slept a wink for several nights.

Li Jiaming tried to approach her quietly, and while she was distracted, he tried to take away the cell phone that was still ringing in her hand.

Before Li Jiaming's fingers could even touch his phone, He Lu suddenly became hysterical.

With a bang, the phone was hit hard on the floor and shattered into pieces. Not only that, He Lu seemed to have a deep hatred for it and stepped on the broken panel desperately.

All the uneasy emotions burst out at once.

"Lulu, don't do this, Lulu, I don't want to leave you!!"

Li Jiaming hugged He Lu's heart-breakingly thin waist tightly regardless of the danger. He knew that He Lu didn't do it on purpose. With their five-year relationship, she had silently accompanied him from scratch. She was a good girl and worthy of him.

A girl to cherish forever.

"Then please promise me not to leave me, okay? Don't leave me."

He Lu suddenly broke away, held Li Jiaming's hand, and knelt on her knees, her tears washing away the remaining traces of tears.

"Lulu, you get up first, the ground is cold!"

"No, if you don't promise me, I won't get up!"

He Lu's mood was very excited. To be precise, her mood had been like this since she came back from Pingyao. It fluctuated greatly, and she was in panic all day long, and she never stopped crying.

The two people were arguing and entangled, and the doorbell rang quickly.

He Lu immediately stood up and stared at the dark door with vigilance.

Neither of them moved, staring quietly at the door with the doorbell ringing.

After ringing for a while, the doorbell finally stopped making any sound. A few seconds later, it turned into a banging sound on the door again.

He Lu's nerves became tense again, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she grabbed Li Jiaming's arm tightly, scratching Li Jiaming with her nails.

"Is anyone home? Takeout!"

"Oh, there's someone!"

Li Jiaming responded, turned around and whispered to comfort He Lu.

"I'll get it!"

"No, I have your mobile phone here. When did you order takeout?"

He Lu just reacted and was about to rush to the door, but Li Jiaming opened the door first.

"President, why are you here?"

He was a little surprised, thinking it was some clever colleague, but he didn't expect it to be his unkind boss.

"You didn't come to the company for a few days and didn't answer the phone, so I tracked the location."

"What, what happened at home?"

Just as Ling Ziyue was about to step in with one foot, he saw a disheveled figure suddenly rush out from the diagonal thorn, and the small fruit knife with cold light greeted him directly.

"careful!"

Li Jiaming exclaimed, wondering why Ling Zi was so easily injured. He dodged and grabbed the woman's knife-holding wrist. He raised his hand and shook it, causing the dangerous fruit knife to fall.

"Lulu!"

Li Jiaming hugged He Lu who fell to the ground, raised his head and smiled apologetically at Ling Ziyue.

"President, Lulu is sick, please don't argue with her!"

"You're sick, what kind of disease?"

Seeing He Lu being beaten and bitten in Li Jiaming's arms, kicking his legs randomly, and seemingly unable to control himself, Ling Zi became more thoughtful.

"I don't know the details yet. I haven't gone to the hospital for diagnosis yet."

As Li Jiaming and Ling Zi were talking, He Lu received a hard blow on his arm. He frowned and endured it silently. Ling Zi couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand to cut the back of her neck and knocked her unconscious.

.

"She's fine, she just fainted temporarily."

Looking at Li Jiaming's worried eyes, Ling Ziyue explained with gestures.

Li Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly walked back into the house with her in his arms. He gently laid her flat on the soft bed, covered her with a quilt, and stayed at the head of the bed for a while.

"What are you going to do next?"

Li Jiaming turned his head following the sound, and Ling Zi leaned more and more against the door frame.

"I can think of a way to save her."

Looking at He Lu's condition, the illness was already quite serious, and Ling Ziyue sympathized with Li Jiaming's experience.

"I know several experts in mental illness, and I will make arrangements when the time comes."

"Thank you, President."

Li Jiaming still stood there blankly, as if everything had no special meaning to him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Take care of yourself. In a situation like your fiancée's, it's best to put away the knives, scissors, and all dangerous things at home."

"Thank you, President, for your concern."

"Well, the leave doesn't need to be extended. You can take care of me at home. If it doesn't work, you can work from home. But there is one thing. Don't let people fail to contact you."

Ling Ziyue didn't like to be long-winded on weekdays, but today he suddenly became talkative.

"Um."

"Then, I'm leaving. If you need anything, don't be polite."

"Um."

He patted Li Jiaming's shoulder to comfort him, and when he went out, he looked back at this cozy little room.

I'm afraid I won't be able to return to my original home.

Li Jiaming looked at the bedside for a long time, silently tidied up, and took away the dishes and knives at home.

The sky was getting dark, and there were thousands of lights outside. He Lucai woke up with a splitting headache.

But just as he was about to get up, he found that his hands were tightly tied to the bedside.

"woke up?"

Under a dim small lamp, Li Jiaming looked calm, holding a photo album and carefully flipping through each page.

"Why did you tie me up?"
To be continued...