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Chapter 140 Self-control

The screams of those men suddenly sounded all around, especially in this night.

Time passed by, blood seeped from their mouths, these people were completely sober, looking at Wen Shiyu who seemed to be crazy, begging for mercy.

However, instead of getting any mercy from him, their begging for mercy aroused his violence. He grabbed a person's head and knocked it to the ground again and again.

Song Yixi stared blankly at Wen Shiyu with scarlet eyes, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

After Fu Jie and the others arrived, they saw blood everywhere. They stopped, looked at Wen Shiyu who was slowly standing up, and said anxiously, "Master..."

Wen Shiyu's voice was as cold as ice: "Get rid of these people."

"Yes."

He turned his eyes to look at Song Yixi, seeing her stunned expression, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he walked over without saying anything, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I still go?"

Song Yixi looked at his expression at the moment, and hummed lightly.

Before leaving the alley, Song Yixi remembered the lost painting, picked it up in a hurry, hugged it in her arms, and chased after the depressed and lonely man.

The date stopped halfway because of these drunks, and a group of people got into the car.

In the car, Wen Shiyu wiped the blood on his hands one by one. He didn't look at Song Yixi, but just kept wiping the blood with his head down.

Song Yixi took out a wet tissue, grabbed his hand, met his dark and deep eyes, and said softly, "Let me help you."

Wen Shiyu didn't move, he stared at her deeply, his eyes moved to the wound on her forehead, the line of her jaw became tighter and tighter.

Some things are becoming more and more out of control.

He looked away and said nothing.

After Song Yixi wiped it clean for him, he withdrew his hand and turned his head to look out the window.

Soon, the car arrived at the door of the house.

Wen Shiyu ordered the family doctor to come over and check Song Yixi's forehead wound.

The injury was not serious, and the doctor left soon.

At this time, the maids went to rest separately, and it seemed that there were only the two of them in the huge house.

Wen Shiyu whispered, "I'll go upstairs first."

Song Yixi looked at his back, and took the painting at hand.

She flattened the folds, glued the torn places, and placed them neatly on the table.

Pursing her lips, she lifted her skirt and went upstairs.

Wen Shiyu's door was unlocked, and she opened it with a light push.

The quilt on the bed was bulging, and Wen Shiyu covered himself in the quilt without showing his head.

"..."

Song Yixi quietly walked to the bed, squatted down, and said softly: "Time domain..."

He clearly heard it, but remained motionless.

She looked at the big bulging bag with black and white eyes, stretched out her hand, and gently tugged.

Wen Shiyu immediately grabbed the quilt tightly to prevent her from pulling it away.

Song Yixi leaned over, found the place where his head was, and spoke softly, with a soft and soft voice: "Don't you want to see me?"

He still doesn't speak.

"Talk to me, okay?"

He was motionless.

Song Yixi held his head and looked at him for a while, stretched out his slender arms, and slowly got into the quilt.

As soon as her hand touched his face, he grabbed her wrist.

A few seconds later, his fingers slid down and gently held her hand in his palm.

His palm was dry, although the temperature was slightly cold, it made her feel very comfortable.

As soon as Song Yixi opened his hand, he immediately shook hands with her.

(End of this chapter)