Male God, a Little Su

"Shut up! I didn't bully you!"

Wang Shiyuan's hands were still stained with blood, so she hurriedly grabbed Su Ro's mobile phone.

At the same time, Qiao Ye slammed the door and came in.

He threw the vegetables in his hand at will, his face sinking like water, and his body wrapped in killing intent, striding towards the bedroom.

The old man stayed in the toilet for a long time. He just washed his hands and came out with a cane.

Seeing him like this was startled, "What's the matter? Who messed with you again...

"Bam—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw his grandson, who had always been calm and self-controlled, suddenly raised his foot and kicked open the bedroom door.

The old man suddenly realized what happened.

His eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly followed on crutches.

When Qiao Ye entered, he saw Wang Shiyuan resting on top of the little girl, holding her cell phone in his hand. The little girl was out of breath crying, and when she saw him come in, she cried even louder.

"Joye!!"

Qiao Ye's heart was shaking, seeing the blood on her little face, it was reflected in his eyes, a bloody color.

You can hardly see everything in front of you.

"I'm here, I'm-"

He strode over, stretched out his hand and overturned Wang Shiyuan, and hugged the crying, sobbing little girl into his arms, dripping blood in distress.

He held her back in his arms with his big palms, turned his eyes as cold as knives, lowered his voice and asked, "Who the hell let you into my bedroom? Wang Shiyuan, am I being too kind to you, eh?! "

"Brother Qiao, I didn't... I just grabbed the phone, she pretended! Really! Don't believe her!"

Wang Shiyuan fell to the ground, the fragments of the notebook stuck in the palm of his hand.

Her eyes darkened from the pain, but all of this was without the anger of the person in front of her, and it made people want to disappear directly into this world.

"Shut up!"

Qiao Ye let out a breath of foul breath, and the hand holding Su Rou trembled. The old man was standing at the door. He smiled, and it hurt even to breathe, "Grandpa, you brought her here to pierce my heart, right?"

In the face of the grandson's questioning, the old man also panicked.

"How could I! Wang Shiyuan!" The old man had already reacted, but Wang Shiyuan still didn't listen to his warning, and went straight into Qiao Ye's bedroom while he went to the bathroom. As a result, I saw the little girl lying on Qiao Ye's bed. Needless to say, the old man understood what happened next.

Looking at the mess in the bedroom, he shook his head.

"Grandpa, I really didn't mean it...but I swear, I just hit her lightly!" Wang Shiyuan knelt on the ground, covering her face and crying, "But look at my face, my face She was the one who smashed it with her notebook! And... and Brother Qiao, look at your notebook, she also smashed it!"

"You still dare to hit her?" Qiao Ye couldn't hear the last half of the sentence, his ears buzzed, "Wang Shiyuan, did you take my warning as a deaf ear? Before I left, I warned you again and again, not allowed. Step into my bedroom, who the hell allowed you in?!"

The little girl whimpered and shrank into his arms.

Qiao Ye felt distressed, so he quickly softened his voice, and the anger between his brows disappeared.

He looked down at Su Yan, raised his hand to touch her cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Where else is the pain? Where is the wound? And this blood..." He said, almost unable to ask any more. If it wasn't for what happened today, he wouldn't even know how important the little girl had become to him.

"Let's go to the hospital!"