Little Runaway Wife:Enter the Wrong President's Room

"What's the matter? What's the matter with Feifei? " Ou zhehao immediately frowned, tone also slightly nervous, "have you seen a doctor? Where's mama Li? Tell mama Li to come and answer the phone! "

"It's nothing. It's just a child with a cold and a fever." Ye Yixuan sighed, pretending to be gentle, "is to miss my father, you come back to accompany him... Otherwise, he will talk about you all night."

Ou zhehao knows clearly: "did you take medicine?"

"Yes, but he's still burning. He hasn't returned." Ye Yixuan was worried.

"Well, I'll be right back."

No matter what, ou zhehao is still concerned about his son.

Close the phone, he turned back to the restaurant, said to LAN Xinyue: "I want to go home tonight, you stay here, have something to call me."

LAN Xinyue just stared at him.

See ou zhehao so hurried to leave the back, guess he should be in a hurry.

She didn't ask much.

Until the sound of closing the door when he left disturbed her.

Blue heart Yue suddenly back to God, the mind only a consciousness, ou zhehao left, this may be an opportunity.

She can run away.

Suddenly the door of the dining room was opened again, and two servants came in: "Miss Miao, you should go back to your room to have a rest."

LAN Xinyue suddenly took out a knife from the dining table and put it on her neck: "let me go!"

"Miss Miao -" the two servants were shocked.

The edge of the knife was a little bit hard, and LAN Xinyue glared at them: "let me go again, or I will die here!"

"Don't get excited, Miss Miao. Put down the knife. What can I say..."

Seeing her behavior frighten them, LAN Xinyue stares at them: "put your hands up, step back, stay away from me... Stay away... OK, keep this distance, don't get close to me! Otherwise, I will really die here! "

The sharp edge of the knife cut her soft skin, and big blood beads rolled down.

LAN Xinyue seems to feel no pain, only a consciousness, is to escape.

Yes, she can't stay here any more. She can't stay with Ou zhehao.

Since there is a chance, she must leave.

She had a hunch that they would be doomed if they stayed together.

They all have their own responsibilities and should not be together.

More than ten minutes later, LAN Xinyue stumbles out of the villa and rushes onto the main road to stop the car in countless frightened eyes.

He was holding the bloody knife tightly in his hand, and the blood on his neck was dripping, wetting most of his skirt.

She kept reaching for taxis, but every taxis stopped, and when she saw her bloodstained appearance, she stepped on the gas and ran away!

"Stop, stop! Stop the car

She yelled hoarsely at the side of the road, helpless and desperate.

Just then, a silver white Rolls Royce phantom stopped in front of her. Her eyes finally lit up a glimmer of hope, then stepped forward two steps, and stopped!

The door opened, ou zhehao calmly slammed the door and got off!

damn! How dare she take advantage of his front foot to leave, the back foot to do such a thing - fortunately, his car is not far away, received a call from the servant, immediately turned the direction to come back.

He couldn't believe that this woman could do such a stupid thing! Is she dying?!

LAN Xinyue's face was pale. She took two steps back in fear. There were tears on her face: "you, don't come here!"

Ou zhehao didn't listen and strode towards her, full of anger.

In the subconscious, LAN Xinyue suddenly raised the knife: "you come again, I'll kill you!"

The footstep of Ou zhehao does not reduce at all, and stretch out a hand toward her to come over——

"Hiss", a sharp blade cut his sleeve, skin and flesh were immediately cut, blood immediately secreted, and her blood melted together, dripping to the ground.

"Bang Dang"

LAN Xinyue flurried and released her hand. The knife fell to the ground. Her eyes were staring at the edge of his arm, regretting her recklessness.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I... you go away - don't touch me - you let me go --"

She seemed to be crazy, shaking her head and scolding herself, then staring at him angrily.

Her expression was so desperate, just like a weak animal trapped in a desperate situation. She couldn't get out any more, and there was a low voice in her throat.

Ou zhehao was shocked by her reaction and cherished in her heart: "what's the matter with you?"

She stretched out her hand to pull her, but she stepped back two steps, hugged her head with both hands, and squatted on the ground in pain: "why do you treat me like this... Do you want to drive me crazy..."

She sobbed and said in a broken voice:

"Why... Why..."

"Miao Amei."

LAN Xinyue no longer spoke, sobbed and trembled weakly.

After two years of cultivation, she thought her heart was as hard as a wall, and no one could push it down. She thought she was not so emotional to him!

It was she who pushed herself into the abyss.

One hand held her arm, and then her trembling body fell into a man's arms.

Ouzhehao holding her, heart dark pain!

Seeing her like this, he flashed some familiar sad pictures in his mind, as if the whole world would be infected by her pain

Why, he always has a familiar feeling to her!

Looking at everything she does, the memory of two years ago will roll in my mind!

Everything she did was so unexpected and easy to fluctuate his mood!

No woman can do it except her!

Looking at the person in her arms, she is covered with blood, and there are blood marks on her neck. Ou zhehao's hard heart is very soft.

He picked her up, crossed the road and headed for the private villa.

LAN Xinyue seemed to know that he was in his hands, so he couldn't escape. He was as dull as a puppet, and let him walk forward without crying or talking.

The servant and the bodyguard came in a hurry: "young master."

"Fool! A woman can watch and run! " Ou zhehao gathered eyebrows and was about to punish them. His thoughts turned and he let them go for the time being

"Yes."

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"It's just a skin wound. It's not deep. It's not serious!"

When the doctor arrived, the knife edge on blue heart Yue's neck had stopped the blood by itself, and the blood was scabby.

The doctor helped her carefully clean up the wound, put on gauze, and gave her an anti-inflammatory injection.

In the whole process, LAN Xinyue is like a broken doll, lying motionless on the bed. Her eyes were empty, staring at the empty ceiling, as if her consciousness was not here at all.

However, when the doctor got up to say goodbye, LAN Xinyue suddenly turned to look at the cut on ou zhehao's hand

Ou zhehao was startled by her sudden action.

Low voice: "small injury, not in the way."