Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lu Yan looked back, and those brown eyes fell on Lin Shun's face. He lifted his thin lips and forced a sound syllable from his throat, "Go!"

Lin Shun is the son of the gate. He walks smoothly and rises step by step. Who dares to talk to him like this?

"I won't get out. What do you want me to do?"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Yan backhanded, wide and rough palms probing out a hand that clasped Lin Shun's wrist, and twisted forcefully.

With a click, Lin Shun's arm was dislocated. He screamed in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, let go!"

Lu Yan reached out and pushed, Lin Shun took a few steps back, then fell to the ground, and he rolled a few times like a ball.

Lu Yan looked at him indifferently, "You won't go away, then I can only teach you."

After that, Lu Yan got into the driver's seat, and the jeep galloped away.

"You bastard, you come back to me!" Lin Shun sat down on the ground and yelled, but the jeep left his face in the air.

puff.

Many people laughed away.

Lin Shun lifted his eyes and looked at Jiang Guo, Tian Tian, ​​and other FIU who were laughing.

He stared angrily.

"Go work now!" Jiang Guo led away.

Lin Shun got up, he came to Qian Qian and smiled diligently, "Qian Qian."

Qian Qian gave Lin Shun a scornful look, and turned away.

In Qian Qian's eyes, this Lin Shun did not match Lu Yan's shoes.

She looked at the shadow of the jeep disappearing, she loved and hated.

...

The jeep stopped in front of a villa on a nearby mountain, where Lu Yan found the signal.

Pushing the car door and getting out of the car, Lu Yan quickly entered the villa, there was no sound in the villa.

There was suffocating depression in the silence.

He looked up at the room upstairs, and the door closed tightly.

Lu Yan raised his feet and stepped up the stairs step by step.

At each step, his feet were as heavy as gold, the muscles in the black shirt were stretched, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Perhaps, nothing was thought about.

He is late.

As long as she is alive.

He asked nothing.

In the future, he will spend more time to hurt her and love her, everything will pass, all wounds will be cured.

At the door of the room, there was still no sound. Lu Yan closed his eyes, and then reached out and pushed open the door.

With a bang, the door opened, and he looked into the room with scarlet brown eyes.

No.

Not what he could imagine.

Just up the stairs, thousands of pictures appeared in his mind, but this scene was not any of them.

His brown pupils contracted violently, and it took several seconds for them to react.

An An was sitting on the bed, her dress was torn apart, all blood, and Delia fell in her arms with a bed sheet around her neck.

Delia hasn't died yet. He stares at An An, his body twitching.

Lu Yan stepped forward quickly, he walked to An An's side a few steps, then squatted down, he reached out to touch An An's small head.

An An looked up suddenly, her twinkling eyes shot at Lu Yan with the cold cold blade.

Lu Yan's breath tightened, his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big palm, and his eyelids were lowered. He looked at her two small hands holding the sheets. The sheets were startling.

There was blood on the bed, and sticky blood dripping down the sheets. The room was quiet, ticking, ticking, and the sound of ticking made the scalp numb and creepy.

There was no stab wound on Delia, and the blood was all on An An.

Lu Yan rolled her throat up and down, and her rough palm clasped An An's head, and carried her into her arms.

The thin, pliable lips pressed against her hair and kissed him hard, he said dumbly, "An'an, it's me, A-yan."

Ah Yan.

An An's tense brain nerves suddenly loosened, and her too stiff body also softened, like a pool of water, and her beautiful eyes restored clean colors. She pursed her red lips and said nothing.

I didn't feel it just now, now that her brain is resuscitating, her body is suffering from overwhelming pain.

pain.

It hurts.

A small slap-like face was instantly white like a piece of paper, and Yujie, a butterfly-like cicada, was covered, and she was soft in his arms.

Lu Yan pulled the sheets out of her palms. Her palms were all rotten. He kicked away the deadly Delia. He hugged her with one arm and spread the skirt on her body with one hand. She was flat. Seventy or eight knives were stabbed on the lower abdomen. When the knives saw the meat, the scorching hot blood spewed out, and it couldn't stop.

Lu Yan closed her clothes, stretched her arms with one arm, and rubbed her delicate body into her bones. "An'an, I'll take you to the hospital now."

He hugged her horizontally and quickly left the villa.

Placing her in the front passenger seat, he wrapped her around her waist with a sheet. There was no first aid here, and he could only stop her in this way.

The jeep started, he looked at her sideways, and blood ran down her white calf, quickly reddening the front passenger seat.

He pressed the steering wheel with one hand and held her wound with one hand. He felt the temperature of her blood and felt the life she was passing at his fingertips.

The girl's small head was crooked on the seat. If it wasn't for the seat belt, she would have fallen down early, and the slender Yujie would fall down. She seemed to be sleeping.

This time, I can't wake up.

Lu Yan's thin lips trembled, his hoarse voice trembling, with a lot of coquettishness and ... begging, "An'an, don't sleep, let's talk and tell me, what just happened?"

Hearing his hoarse voice, An An lifted his eyes weakly and painfully, all of which hurt, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She looked at Lu Yan, her lips twitched softly, "A Yan, I said ... I will wait for you, always ... wait for you."

"Just now ... I'm going to faint, so I pretend to be dizzy, Dilla ... when I took off my trousers, I kicked him up, he hurt ... his face changed, he took out the knife and mad at me Striking ... seven or eight swords ... "

"With such a stab, I was awake instead. I picked up ... the sheets and held his neck ..."

"He struggled a few times, with great strength, and was almost freed by him ... but I was thinking, if I die, I can't wait for Ayan ..."

An An stretched out his small hand and gently held his rough palm. She rubbed his calluses with the soft fingertips. This was the strength of time that was deposited on him.

She looked at him with bright eyes like stars in the sky, "A Yan, love you, you must love what you love, for so many years, I have been following your steps, and one day, I will be as brave as you , I will have the same faith as you, and I will live like you. "

"Ayan, I'm yours. Many years ago, my mother didn't hold on to Xiaoxiaoyan. Now I hold on. In the future, there will be less sadness and more happiness. So many people love you and I love it."