Pinching the waist to lure pets: Madam, she has slaughtered the world again

Chapter 149 He Is Her Salvation

"what--"

"Yu Nian!"

As a child of the Yu family, Yu Nian learned several self-defense techniques when he was a child.

She quickly untied the last knot by making Song Zimo's arm bleed and forcefully shaking his hand in pain.

When the former saw that she was about to run away, he immediately reached out to catch her.

Yu Nian had learned several sets of self-defense techniques when she was a child, and the severe pain in her left arm, except for the sudden blackness in her eyes just now.

Her pain now made her a little more awake.

He raised his foot and put it firmly on the opponent's lower abdomen, then reached out and grabbed the tripod with the video recorder next to the bed and threw it directly at the opponent.

Even with the thick carpet under your feet, there was still a lot of movement in the room.

The tripod in his hand was almost smashed, Yu Nian gasped heavily as he looked at the man in front of him, whose face was swollen in pain.

Song Zimo saw that she finally stopped what she was doing.

He endured the pain in his body and staggered about to grab her.

"Yu Nian, I'm going to kill you!"

Yu Nian's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

Seeing him rushing towards her, she immediately ran towards the door clutching her left arm.

However, no matter how she opened the door, the door was always closed.

Someone is blocking the door from outside.

After this thought flashed through his mind, Yu Nian heard a man's ferocious laughter coming from behind him.

"Run, you should run, let me see where you can go!"

"I don't want you to make me happy now. I want to tie you to the bed and cut you with a knife. I just don't touch your little face and make you cry and beg me..."

The voice behind me was very close.

Yu Nian raised his hand to suppress his heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the ashtray on the coffee table. Just when Song Zimo was about to pounce on her, she hurried to the rest area.

Bending down to pick up the ashtray and fruit knife, Yu Nian said in a deep voice, "Don't come over here."

She looked for it just now, and Song Zimo and the others should have hidden her mobile phone.

The other party was right.

Now she is really making the world unfavorable and the earth and the earth not working.

It was as if in her previous life, she was lying alone on the hospital bed.

Waiting for the cancer cells to spread completely in their body.

Waiting for death to come.

But why.

Why could Pei Hai and his wife live well? If she died and Song Zimo suppressed the matter, Pei Hai and his wife would never feel that they were wrong in this life.

And Fu Yizhi and Pei Jinyu...

The only sad ones are probably her parents who are far away in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as her uncle...and Qin Siyan.

Why should Pei Hai and his group still live after she died!

Seeing that she was forced to retreat to a corner, Song Zimo could not retreat, and he was the most capable of threatening himself with his voice, so that he would not look like he was in the past, and the grin on his face became crazy.

"Yu Nian, you said it would be nice if you followed me obediently earlier, I wouldn't let you suffer so much, would I?"

He approached, "But it's okay with me now, after all, I don't care about your little face, if you behave better, I don't need to care about what happened today."

"But if you dare to do anything to me again, you don't want your adoptive parents to see your dead body in tomorrow's news, right?"

Yu Nian watched him approach her step by step, leaning her back against the wall. The cold feeling made her clear-headed.

Seeing her face turn cold, she raised her hand to grab the ashtray and threw it at him.

Song Zimo didn't expect that she would actually do something to him.

Subconsciously wanted to avoid the ashtray in his mind, but his body was half a beat behind.

The moment the ashtray hit his forehead, before he could cry out in surprise, he caught a glimpse of a figure rushing towards him from the corner of his eye.

Qin Siyan led people into the room and saw this scene.

Song Zimo, a 1.8-meter-tall man, was lying on the floor rolling and groaning in pain. His hands were holding his right thigh, and his entire face was pale.

Under his body, a pool of bright dark red blood had accumulated into a small pool.

The person he was looking for looked down at the bright red palm.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, her body trembled involuntarily.

She raised her head and looked at herself warily. When she saw herself, her eyes suddenly showed a relaxed look.

"Qin Siyan, it's you..."

After Yu Nian finished speaking, he completely passed out.

Qin Siyan stepped forward immediately. He looked at the messy room in front of him, and at the tripods beside the bed. It was not hard to imagine what happened here just now.

He bent down and wanted to embrace the person in front of him.

His eyes fell on her left arm, which had just had its cast removed. After seeing a protruding bone, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply.

Qin Siyan carefully held the person in his arms. Without even looking at Song Zimo on the ground, he stood up and walked out of the room with the person in his arms.

Lifting his foot to bypass the bodyguard of the Song family who was lying on the ground, he didn't even notice it. When he spoke, his voice trembled.

"Yan Guan, don't let anyone go."

After he finished speaking, he went straight downstairs with the person in his arms in his arms.

At the top of the stairs, the housekeeper of the Song family was wiping cold sweat. When he saw Qin Siyan carrying Yu Nian downstairs, he hurried forward to greet him.

"Master Qin, this is all a misunderstanding..."

But no matter what he said, Qin Siyan didn't say a word.
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When Yu Nian opened his eyes again, what he saw was white snow.

The familiar sound of medical equipment reached my ears.

She turned her head slightly, and before she could see the surrounding scene clearly, she heard a familiar voice in her ear.

"Wake up every year? Do you want some water? Are you hungry?"

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

Yu Nian stared blankly at the enlarged face in front of him, his pale lips parted slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Qin Siyan raised his hand to caress her cheek.

He didn't want to be dodged by her as soon as his fingertips touched her cheek.

"Sorry, are you hungry? Have some water first, okay? I ordered porridge and it will be delivered later."

Raising the hospital bed with his hands, Qin Siyan brought the warm water prepared in advance to her lips, seeing her drinking water in small sips, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Do you still want to drink?"

Yu Nian shook his head.

She raised her eyes and looked at the busy man in front of her. After murmuring her lips for a long time, she found her voice and said hoarsely, "Thank you, Si Yan."

This sentence of thanks not only includes that he saved himself today.

Including the most desperate period in her previous life, she always received concern from him every time she woke up.

In her previous life, Qin Siyan was the doctor who wanted to save her life.

In this life, he is also her salvation.

Listening to her thank you, Qin Siyan just smiled and said nothing.

When he wanted to comfort her just now, her dodge must have been received from Song Zimo.

He took a deep look at her, and then pointed to her left hand, "The doctor said that the injury was a bit serious this time, so you must take good care of it, otherwise there will be sequelae in the future."

In the morning, Yu Nian came to the hospital to have the plaster removed.

I came back to put the plaster on again in the evening.

The emergency doctors looked at the injury on her left arm and started scolding the person who stepped on her arm for being disrespectful.

At that time, Qin Siyan was standing next to the doctor, listening to the doctor scolding his mother while answering Yan Guan's call.

(End of this chapter)