507: C507 Stop the Bleeding

C507 Stop the Bleeding

What kind of a show is this?

That man's identity was probably not simple!

He quickly explained guiltily, "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask for directions."

"Sorry, we don't know. Go ask someone else!" The cold bodyguard in the black suit answered coldly.

"Okay, okay, I got it. Sorry to bother you." Zhang Xiao broke out in cold sweat and repeatedly apologized, but in his heart, he was secretly despising him. So what if he was rich? Look at him acting like a dog!

"Please make way!" The bodyguard coldly and politely gestured for Zhang Xiao to not block the way.

Zhang Xiao carried Hai Xiaomin to the side bitterly and let the other party leave first. At this moment, Hai Xiaomin softly spat out two words, "Ling Yao..."

The tall man in the lead suddenly stiffened his back and his footsteps stopped. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiao's back.

What was going on?

Zhang Xiao did not know whether it was Zhang Xiao who saw the other party suddenly stop and look over. He did not understand. The bodyguards also did not hear that moan clearly earlier. Yet...

Ling Yao heard it!

In the silent atmosphere where even a pin drop could be heard, the long legs wrapped in a pair of well-ironed pants turned around and the tip of the high grade custom-made leather shoes pointed towards Zhang Xiao. He slowly walked in front of him in two to three steps!

Zhang Xiao subconsciously broke out in cold sweat. Although he felt that it would not be such a coincidence that the other party, such a big shot, happened to know Hai Xiaomin, his heart still tightened.

He wanted to quickly retreat. However, for some reason, even though he clearly could not see the pair of eyes under the sunglasses, he could feel that there was a gaze through the sunglasses that was locked onto him, making him unable to escape!

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to remain calm.

Ling Yao's gaze landed on Zhang Xiao's shoulder. His face, which was completely covered by his messy hair, stretched out his hand. His slender and pretty fingers were about to brush away his hair, but Zhang Xiao nervously dodged them. "What do you want? This is my wife. She's drunk. I'll take her home! "

Wife?

Ling Yao rolled his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him. He was timid, jealous, lazy, and did not have a fixed job. And... his brain was full of those things!

Ling Yao withdrew his gaze from the tent that was propped up from the man's crotch. Ling Yao had already filled out the characteristics of this man's body in his mind. It must not be his own limitations to be able to marry a woman like this. It must be because he was blind.

At least, Hai Xiaomin did not meet these two criteria!

Thus, Ling Yao withdrew his spotless hand and put it into the pocket of his pants. He turned around and prepared to leave, thinking that he had heard wrongly earlier.

At this time, Hai Xiaomin, who had not reacted all this time, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Ling Yao's flat suit.

While everyone was stunned by this scene, they saw her hanging her head and supporting her upper body, then tilting her head.

"Urgh ~" Along with a series of pitter-patter sounds, a sour smell that reeked of alcohol filled the corridor, making people uncontrollably wrinkle their noses.

Ling Yao, on the other hand, had been petrified. The things that came out of his stomach flowed along his shoulders, chest, and back. It was not just his suit that was dirty. He could clearly feel the heat from his shirt.

The air was completely dead silent.

"S-sorry, I didn't do it on purpose... No, no, she didn't do it on purpose..." Zhang Xiao felt like his scalp was going to explode. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that Hai Xiaomin would suddenly create this mess for him.

My goodness, can he afford to offend these people?

Seeing that his apology did not have any effect at all, the man's handsome face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water. His muscles twitched due to anger and the bodyguards also revealed killing intent. Zhang Xiao threw Hai Xiaomin aside and said, "It's not my fault. She is not my wife. If you want to settle accounts with her..."

Zhang Xiao turned around and ran. The bodyguard stretched out his sharp arm and threw him onto the ground. He fell and cried out loudly. He even started to flaunt!

"Beat him up! He's going to beat him to death..."0

Ling Yao, on the other hand, did not have the mood to look at him. His gaze was firmly attracted by the woman who had fallen to the ground. She finally revealed half of her face!

In the hotel guest room, Ling Yao put the unconscious woman under the clean armpit and strode into the room. The bodyguards outside the door consciously pulled the door close. After that, Hai Xiaomin was thrown onto the bed without showing any mercy to the fairer sex!

"Pain ~" Hai Xiaomin was half unconscious and half awake. She furrowed her brows and curled up her body.

You even know pain?!

Why didn't you fall to your death?!

Ling Yao's dark eyes were burning with anger!

Smelling the sour smell, he almost vomited from the smell. He glared at Hai Xiaomin with an extremely ugly expression. "Wait until I finish bathing before coming out to deal with you!"

Ling Yao entered the bathroom. Not long after, the sound of dripping water could be heard from inside.

On the bed, the smooth silk was at the center. Hai Xiaomin's curled up body pressed out radioactive wrinkles. Looking down, Hai Xiaomin looked like she was being nurtured by a blooming flower. Her black hair scattered.

However, an abnormal flush appeared on her white face and fine sweat seeped out. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted as she continuously licked her lips. Her body was restless as she muttered, "Hot... It's so hot. ... I want to drink water..."

She was really too thirsty. Relying on her instincts, she got up and looked for water everywhere to drink.

She felt dizzy when she saw it. Every step was like stepping on cotton. Hai Xiaomin solidly fell a few times with her before climbing to the table with difficulty. She staggered again and fell on the table. She pushed down the cup on the table.

"Ping-ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong!" The sound of the cup shattering was heard.

The bathroom door was suddenly pulled open. When he heard the noise, Ling Yao only hurriedly put a towel around his waist and appeared at the bathroom door, drenched all over!

His cold, ink-black eyes swept across the room and saw Hai Xiaomin, who was sitting in the glass slag with her hand cut and bleeding, but she did not know that she was still moving and trying to get up.

The veins on her forehead jumped.

The hot air was driven by his fast movement and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared. Ling Yao appeared beside Hai Xiaomin with the advantage of his long legs. Looking at the broken glass everywhere, he frowned and bent down to pick her up. He said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Facing Ling Yao's face, Hai Xiaomin narrowed her eyes and looked at him blankly. It really made people want to strangle her!

There was blood on her hands. Obviously, she had been scratched. Ling Yao grabbed her slender wrist and dragged her to the sofa. He put her down on the sofa and sat in front of her. He quickly took a few pieces of tissue paper from the coffee table and wiped the blood on her hands.

Hai Xiaomin shook her head and sat down. She looked at him with a pair of misty eyes and licked her lips from time to time.

The blood near the wound was wiped clean by a tissue. Ling Yao could not help but sigh in relief. The wound was on his finger and the wound was shallow, but there was no wound on his hand...

He looked up. He cast a sidelong glance at Hai Xiaomin, grabbed her small hand, and used his mouth to hold her injured finger.

Her finger was wrapped by a humid heat and it was very comfortable. Only the tip of the tongue lightly touched the wound and brought along a slight itch. It made Hai Xiaomin sensitive to want to withdraw her hand but was confined by the man's wrist and could not shrink back.

"Endure it." The man's words were as valuable as gold.

After a while, Ling Yao spat out blood and looked at the wound. It was good. The bleeding stopped.

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