After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 43 Injured
Ye Wanwan quickly went downstairs and ran towards the back door of the school.

The teaching building of the first year of high school is not very far from the back door of the school, but the situation is critical now, and she cannot afford to waste a second.

Regretting why I didn't send a message to Lu Qingjue just now, and why I pretended to be reserved.

If you like it, you like it. Do you have to hide it?

"Lu Qingjue, don't let anything happen to you..."

If something really happened, what's the point of her rebirth?

The back door of the school is relatively remote, through the dilapidated attic, Ye Wanwan gradually saw some figures at the corner of the fence.

She saw Lu Qingjue standing in the middle of the crowd at a glance. He was tall and had a very special temperament.

This scene was so familiar that Ye Wanwan shed tears, and the feeling of staying out of it at the beginning was no longer there.

Lu Qingjue was very skilled, but he couldn't bear the fact that there were so many people in front of him, and they all had weapons in their hands.

Two fists were no match for four hands, and he gradually became the loser. It was inevitable that people would touch his body, and blood seeped out.

Suddenly, a tall and thin gangster took out a dagger and seemed to want to shoot Lu Qingjue.

Ye Wanwan's pupils widened and she speeded up.

She ran so fast that the smell of blood was about to overflow from her throat.

That dagger was about to stab Lu Qingjue in the back——

Ye Wanwan rushed over and pushed Lu Qingjue forward forcefully.

The sharp dagger cut an obvious gash on her arm.

Bright red blood gushed out, and Ye Wanwan burst into tears in pain, trying not to cry out.

Hooligans: ...Where is this woman who ran out, is she dying?

Ye Wanwan pressed the knife mark on her right arm with her left hand, endured the pain, and looked up nervously at Lu Qingjue.

Seeing that the boss was fine, I was relieved.

Lu Qingjue was caught off guard by Ye Wanwan who suddenly appeared.

He put away the cold hostility on his body, stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Wanwan behind him, blocking her.

Ye Wanwan gritted her teeth and endured the pain, cold sweat was already oozing from her forehead, and she could only see the fair neck of the young man when she looked up.

"I've already called the police." Lu Qing said coldly to the gangsters.

"The fight with you just now was just to delay time. If my estimate is correct, the police will arrive in one minute. If you don't want to get into the police station, you should leave quickly."

The gangsters looked around, suspecting that what he said was a lie.

"By the way——" Lu Qingjue paused, took out his phone and shook it at them, and said again: "I just recorded a video, you don't want to go on TV, do you?"

The gangsters were indeed a little hesitant, and at this moment the police car bell gradually approached.

Somebody yelled "it's a police car", and everyone fled in all directions.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd, Lu Qingjue grabbed Ye Wanwan's wrist, and dragged her towards the path.

The two were so close that Ye Wanwan could even hear his steady and strong heartbeat, and smelled the faint scent of soap locust on his clothes.

Lu Qingjue led her through a narrow and damp alley, then walked around for about ten minutes, and arrived at a small clinic.

He seemed to know the boss well, and led her directly inside.

Lu Qingjue let go of her left wrist, pointed to the chair next to her, and signaled Ye Wanwan to sit down.

Ye Wanwan's right arm was still bleeding, she clenched her lower lip, and when she looked up, she saw Lu Qingjue take out iodized salt and ointment from a drawer.

Lu Qingjue skillfully cleaned her wound, then applied medicine and tied a bandage.

(End of this chapter)