After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 198 Yan Yunxiao, You Are A Waste

Except when Yan Yunxiao lost control of his emotions and became irritable and angry, Song Xingshi had never seen him lose his composure like this.

I thought it was serious right now.

He quickly took Su Jiu'er's hand, pulled up her sleeves, and felt the pulse.

The pulse is still beating, but the amplitude is not very strong, and the rhythm is relatively peaceful, not a big deal.

Seeing Su Jiu'er being laid down sideways, Song Xingshi naturally turned her over lightly, and saw the silver hairpin pierced on her back.

In the brightly lit environment, Yan Yunxiao could see clearly how the hairpin was inserted into Su Jiuer's back. The hairpin shone brightly under the light, which hurt Yan Yunxiao's eyes and his heart.

Yan Yunxiao gasped for breath, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably again.

It was him who personally stabbed the silver hairpin into her body.
Song Xingshi also clicked his tongue lightly, as if he didn't expect that the sharp weapon for hurting people turned out to be a hairpin.

Could it be because the woman wanted to assassinate Yan Yunxiao, but Yan Yunxiao finally found out and accidentally injured her?But Yan Yunxiao was obsessed with her gentleness, so now he hurried to save her?

However, the moment his eyes swept across, Song Xingshi began to arrange the "love, hate, love and hatred" between the two in his mind.

After all, he and Su Jiu'er didn't have much communication. Between Yan Yunxiao and Su Jiu'er, he naturally preferred Yan Yunxiao's situation and personal safety.

After a general inspection of the injury, Song Xingshi knew that his life was not in danger, and the hairpin was not hurt at any point, so Yan Yunxiao felt a little relieved when he was lifted up.

He went to the door and asked Xiaoer to bring up a basin of hot water and some clean towels.

Just as he was about to turn around to make fun of Yan Yunxiao, he saw him staring blankly at the unconscious person on the bed, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and the tumbling emotions were suppressed in his eyes, like a child who made a mistake, and now he wants to make up for his mistakes .

As soon as Song Xingshi wanted to adjust the atmosphere, the funny words came to his lips, but he was choked back.

Yan Yunxiao almost had nervousness, worry, guilt and other emotions written all over his face.

So he brought his medicine box and cut Su Jiu'er's clothes layer by layer.Until the smooth back was exposed, the wound where the silver hairpin pierced into the body was exposed to everyone's vision, and it became more and more ferocious and glaring.

Song Xingshi pulled out the silver hairpin, and there was a small hole on his back, and scarlet blood gushed out one after another, the blood was all over his back, it seemed a bit exaggerated.

To Yan Yunxiao, that small hole was a huge hole, opening in his heart.

I am sorry.

But he couldn't undo the harm he did to Su Jiu'er with ten thousand words of sorry.

Song Xingshi's medical skills are professional, so when he was treating Su Jiu'er's wound, Yan Yunxiao didn't dare to say a word, for fear of distracting him.

To bandage the wound, the gauze needs to be wrapped around Su Jiuer's chest, which means that she needs to take off her clothes before proceeding.

After thinking about it, he said, "I'll call someone over."

After all, she was Yan Yunxiao's woman, so it would still be a little embarrassing for him to do it himself.

After speaking, he got up, and the silent Yan Yunxiao suddenly took the gauze in his hand, and uttered two words in a low and hoarse voice.

"I come."

Song Xingshi couldn't see through his emotions, or his emotions were so low that he didn't dare to feel sad or happy.

Once the emotions poured out, he couldn't control them at all.

So he could only suppress and restrain himself.

Song Xingshi took a look at his embarrassed appearance, took a deep breath and said, "Clean up your hands."

Only then did Yan Yunxiao lower his head and see his palm, which was mottled and stained with blood.

He hastily passed his hands in the already muddy water basin, and wiped his hands with the clean towel that was on the side, making his hands look a little cleaner.

Song Xingshi looked at him today, at a loss, lost his composure, reckless, and reserved.

Is this still the Northern Xinjiang warrior he knew?

His thoughts were hidden in his eyes, but he still comforted her, "She's fine, don't worry too much."

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Yan Yunxiao slowly sat beside the small couch, and took off Su Jiuer's clothes one by one, the movements of his hands were unprecedentedly gentle.

In addition to the wounds on his back and forehead, he also saw bruises of varying degrees on Su Jiu'er's shoulders and elbows, as if they were thrown out.

So, in that vague memory, what did he do to Su Jiu'er?
The bandage wrapped round and round her wound, Yan Yunxiao couldn't help but think of Song Xingshi's words of comfort.

"she's fine"

Nothing.

If the wound deviates a bit more, something will happen.

Maybe it will be too late when something happens, maybe she has already
Yan Yunxiao's heart throbbed suddenly, he frowned deeply, his chest heaved violently.

He quickly fixed Su Jiu'er's bandage and covered her with a quilt.

When Song Xingshi came in, Yan Yunxiao was huddled in the corner beside the small couch, he was still holding the silver hairpin in his hand, but the hairpin had already become bloody.

"Okay why didn't you call me?"

"What's the matter?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Xingshi asked Yan Yunxiao three questions in a row, but no one responded after the first two questions, so he realized that something was wrong, and rushed forward to see what Yan Yunxiao was doing.

Leaning close to Yan Yunxiao's shoulder, Star Master Song was startled, and quickly scolded, "Crazy, crazy, one or two are crazy!!"

As he spoke, he snatched back the silver hairpin from Yan Yunxiao's hand.

He was holding the hairpin in his left hand, cutting and pricking it in his right palm over and over again.

All the original small wounds in his hand were smashed, until the whole flesh and blood turned out, and it was scarlet and blurred.

As if that wasn't enough.

So he raised the hairpin, and was about to stab it suddenly, piercing the palm of his hand.

It was this hand that hurt Su Jiu'er!
Fortunately, Xingshi Song grabbed it quickly, otherwise Yan Yunxiao's palm would be pierced by this silver hairpin in the next second!
Seeing him like this, Song Xingshi felt that he was a little sick, so he couldn't help comforting him, "Brother Yan, she is fine, although I don't know what happened between you, but if she wakes up and sees you like this, It must be very painful!"

The hairpin was snatched away, and it seemed that Yan Yunxiao's calm strength was also taken away.

He sat on the ground exhausted, put his head against the wall, and Song Xingshi's voice echoed in his mind belatedly.

"If she wakes up and sees you like this."

How dare he think about it, he doesn't dare to think about Su Jiu'er waking up and seeing him.

What kind of eyes will you look at yourself?
Are you looking at him as a lunatic with fearful eyes?
Why is it so
Back then, he was unable to save his concubine mother and witnessed her tragic death in front of his eyes. It was already a lifetime of sin and pain.

The word cowardice became the most disgusting shame in his life.

Now he is fierce and resolute, but he used the hairpin to kill his closest and most reluctant lover!
He let out a self-deprecating sneer feebly.

Yan Yunxiao, you are such a waste.

　Reminder: Prepare to abuse the hero

　　
　
(End of this chapter)