Heart attack

Chapter 43 Does it hurt?
Sheng Yan's face was sullen, and the breath in his eyes could kill people. Just a slight glance at his eyes made him shiver.

Sheng Yan withdrew his gaze, "Call the police and deal with it cleanly."

"Okay." Guo Erqi said.

She was in a daze in her arms for a long time, and only reacted a little when she heard Guo Erqi said that she was injured, but the feast was pressing her down, she couldn't move, her head was hugged in her arms, and she couldn't bear any injuries.

In a low voice, she called: "Feast."

Sheng Yan's hand froze, and the hand that was protecting her loosened, and asked in a gentle and seductive voice: "What's wrong?"

With some strength in her hand, she slowly poked her head out, and was shocked when she saw his slashed hand, "You are hurt."

"It's okay." He pulled away from Tang Hongyi, trying to calm her anxiety, "Just go back and disinfect."

"Come back now!" Tang Hong also grabbed his hand and walked towards the outside at a fast speed. He walked out of the bar and stepped on the steps in two or three steps.

Sheng Yan didn't refuse, so she walked forward with her hand.

Those hands were not hot, even a little cold, but even so, Shengyan hadn't experienced it for a long time, so long that he forgot the feeling of touching people.

I took a taxi when the banquet came, but there is no mobile phone pick-up and drop-off, and the location of the bar is remote, so it takes a long time to take a taxi. Tang Hong is also standing on the side of the road, and there are people coming and going in the car.

The cold wind was blowing slightly, and the coolness was getting stronger. Tang Hong shrank back, subconsciously hugged her down jacket tightly, and grabbed a hand of air. Then she suddenly remembered that the down jacket had been left in the bar.

Now she was covered in a thin black dress, shimmering slightly in the night, Tang Hongyi was as delicate as the moonlight, and her white thighs looked very attractive.

His body trembled slightly from the blow, and the hand holding Sheng Yan became extraordinarily cold.

Sheng Yan gripped back gently, prompting Tang Hongyi to turn around abruptly, his fingers froze, he probably felt it, and whispered, "Why are you surprised?"

That tone was clearly saying that you were the one who grabbed me first, so why did you look like a victim instead.

Tang Hong also relaxed awkwardly, his fingers moved away from each other, his fingertips brushed over his fingertips, his itchy fingertips twitched slightly.

It is said that the fingertips are the closest to the heart.

Tang Hong also suppressed his beating heart, and drove away the cold from the hotness in his heart. His hands seemed to have silk, and they would scratch a little bit when they were separated.

Fingers separated each other completely, which almost exhausted Tang Hongyi's mental strength. She was afraid that she would be misunderstood if she avoided it too clearly, and she was afraid that she would be misunderstood if she didn't dodge it.

Sheng Yan didn't have much expression, but it was a pity that his hands were out of his palms. He raised his eyebrows slightly and took out the square scarf in his pocket.

As soon as the fingers left, Tang Hongyi turned around not to look at him, and stretched out his hand to hail a taxi, but the taxi failed, and his hand suddenly touched the soft silk cloth, and the square scarf of the feast was tilted at his head.

He pinched the corner of the square scarf and signaled Tang Hong to come over with his eyes.

Tang Hong was also stunned for a few seconds, and moved his steps in a jerky manner. Because he was holding Sheng Yan's hand in his hand, the blood dripping from him flowed onto her palm.

The fingers were gently held by Sheng Yan. The fingers of Sheng Yan were big and wrapped around her fingertips. With a low gaze, Sheng Yan asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"

She lowered her eyes, her hands were a little bruised from being pushed down, "It doesn't hurt."

"it is good."

His voice was soft, sweeping across her eardrums, it was so light and itchy, Tang Hong also twisted slightly, his fingers stiffened, and said, "I'll do it myself."

Sheng Yan did not refuse, and handed her the scarf, his words became more teasing, "Are you afraid of me, or are you avoiding me deliberately?"

The ends of her eyes were slightly loose, and she seemed to be unable to explain why, so she took the scarf and wiped it on her own.

The square scarf is clean and gray, with a vivid butterfly embroidered on the corner, if you look at it more, it seems that the butterfly will fly out.

(End of this chapter)