The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 1072 "An Hong, let go"

Yi Xianshu took her home to live, and in his heart, there was a feeling of jealousy. He directed and acted out the "ambiguous" scene, deliberately making An Hong misunderstand the relationship between the two of them.

It's just that he didn't expect that this man had clearly seen through her tricks, but he didn't bother to say anything, making his behavior seem a little ridiculous.

"Your injury, the stitches will be removed next week... Be careful not to touch the water." Xia Wan skillfully changed the subject, smiled gently, and tried her best to pretend nothing happened.

Yi Xianshu was distracted, thinking of An Hong's head injury, he was a little absent-minded.

He remembered that she wasn't even wearing her seat belt and slammed into the windshield.

Heh, for such a careless man as Fu Cunxi, he didn't even notice this little detail, what exactly did she like about him?

……

After packing up, when I went to the company, there was a noise from upstairs, as if a plate had been knocked over.

After a while, Zhang's mother ran down the stairs in shock.

"Third Master, it's bad! Miss An is bleeding a lot..."

Yi Xianshu's face changed slightly, and without a moment's hesitation, he strode upstairs.

Seeing his gaffe, Xia Wan felt turmoil in her heart.

In my impression, he was always calm and restrained, able to deal with any crisis with equanimity, and his emotions rarely fluctuated.

But in front of that An Hong, she seemed to be a different person, it was the first time she saw him so out of control.

In the spacious room, the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the morning light.

The woman was leaning against the wall, sitting there slumped, her eyes were empty, and a few strands of hair stuck to her face, as if she had been fished out of the water, her whole body was drenched in sweat.

There were fragments of mirrors lying on the ground, one piece was held in An Hong's hands, and blood dripped down his fingers and slender elbows.

One high-heeled shoe to the east, one to the west, and several small medicine bottles rolled down the doorway, spilling more than a dozen pills.

As soon as Yi Xianshu came in, he saw such a scene.

The woman curled up in the corner, her hair was messy, and she hugged her knees in an extremely insecure posture.

Seeing him walk in, there was no reaction at all, as if he had lost his soul.

Yi Xianshu looked down, his heart throbbed for no reason, and pity rose in his heart.

This kind of emotion made him extremely disgusted, but right now, he didn't care too much, walked towards her instinctively, and bent down.

Before her fingertips touched her hand, the woman in the corner suddenly held the fragments tighter, and fresh red blood dripped on the carpet.

"An Hong, let go."

With pain in his chest, he brushed her hair away with his long fingers, only to see the scratch marks on her neck, which was shocking.

"Miss An is... crazy?" Zhang Ma muttered in a low voice.

Xia Wan walked in closely, seeing the scene in front of her, her pupils shrank, and she stared quietly at Yi Xianshu's profile.

The man's expression was tense, and she could clearly see the pity and tension in his eyes.

What is the identity of this woman?
His attitude towards her was not good, even a bit cold and ruthless, but why did he care more about her than himself when he saw her hurt?

Yi Xianshu stretched out his hand to break An Hong's fingers.

"An Hong, give it to me." His movements were very light, as if he was afraid of scaring her, and his tone was gentle.

Prevent her from doing self-harm and kicking the knives around her away.

The woman in the corner looked at him coldly, like a wounded beast, she was caught off guard and raised her hand to hit him.

Xia Wan exclaimed, An Hong's hand hit Yi Xianshu's face and shoulder, rubbing dark red blood.

(End of this chapter)