Shen Yuye picked her up horizontally, hugged her tightly and went upstairs. He didn't leave after putting her on the bed, but just sat beside the bed to accompany her.

His shoulder was still bleeding, the buttons of his shirt had been torn away, and the red and swollen patches on his body were slowly turning into bruises.

He was completely unaware that his eyes never left Meng Xiyan. Even if her eyelashes only twitched, he was extremely nervous.

"Little Bear..." Meng Xiyan took his hand, hugged him and lay down, letting him lie on top of her.

It was obviously very heavy, but she felt a different kind of satisfaction.

"Don't let me hurt you."

Shen Yuye hugged her and felt her tears soaking his clothes and seeping into the wound, causing a stinging pain.

He also felt a pain in his heart.

"It's okay." Shen Yuye whispered, "I'm measured."

[You have a sense of proportion! Meng Xiyan definitely wanted to kill Shen Yuye just now! Is this considered domestic violence?!]

[Does Meng Xiyan not only have claustrophobia? I think her symptoms are a bit like bipolar disorder!]

[I’ve taken it. If you’re sick, go see a doctor! Why are you beating up my Mr. Shen!]

The trend in the comment area has completely changed. The readers who were saying "Sister is so hot and I love her so much" two days ago unanimously sided with Shen Yuye and felt extremely distressed.

Even the readers could see it, and the system naturally understood something. After being silent for a while, it reminded:

"Although the damage caused by the host this time was not enough to cause Shen Yuye's death, and Shen Yuye had no intention of resisting, the system cannot judge it as a foul by the host."

"But if you can't control yourself, the risk factor will skyrocket."

"Once Shen Yuye has the idea of ​​resisting, the system will immediately determine a foul and take coercive measures to stop you."

Meng Xiyan didn't reply. She smelled the smell of blood on Shen Yuye's body and fell asleep peacefully.

When Meng Xiyan's breathing became calmer and calmer, Shen Yuye carefully got up from her, tucked her in, and made sure she was asleep again before leaving.

He went to the study to get a medicine box to disinfect his wounds. He threw the torn shirt aside casually, and the bruised and purple flesh looked particularly horrifying under the light.

He sat blankly for a while, and then, as if he had made a great determination, he came to the desk and pulled out a dusty business card from the bottom drawer.

According to the numbers on the business card, I pressed the keys slowly and forcefully one by one. Finally, I hesitated for a moment and pressed the call button.

It only rang for three seconds before the other party answered the call.

"I knew you would call." A woman's voice was gentle and intellectual, "I heard, you found her."

"Well." Shen Yuye said concisely and concisely, "She is in even worse condition."

The woman chuckled lightly: "Yu Ye, I am your psychiatrist, not hers."

Shen Yuye didn't speak or hang up the phone, he just waited stubbornly.

Half a minute later, the woman sighed: "Okay, I will get in touch with her."

Shen Yuye breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

…

When I opened my eyes, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Shen Yuye didn't go to work, so he cooked a pot of meat porridge and kept it warm in the pot. When she woke up, he served it and put it on the bedside table.

"How is it?" Shen Yuye looked at Meng Xiyan, who looked ugly, and was a little worried, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Meng Xiyan looked at him blankly, as if it was difficult to understand this sentence. After a while, he shook his head: "Much better."

"If you still feel uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital for a checkup." Shen Yuye asked tentatively.

Meng Xiyan pushed his hand away, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "I'm not sick."

"I know, I know." Shen Yuye said quickly, "I just saw that your complexion was not good, and I was worried that you might have hypoglycemia."

"I'm fine." Meng Xiyan pursed her lips and gave him a wink.

Shen Yuye hesitated, stood up and left without saying anything.

She didn't want to see him, one look was enough to show it.

"System, can you report to me Shen Yuye's whereabouts?" Meng Xiyan's tone was very cold, even with a hint of imperceptible majesty, which made the system feel a little dazed for a moment.

It wasn't until Meng Xiyan became impatient that the system quickly replied: "Sorry, no. However, there are locators and bugs available for purchase in the Points Mall."

Meng Xiyan opened the points mall and spent 500 points to buy a complete set. It includes mobile phone calls, GPS positioning, and text message interception.

The system didn't understand why, but Meng Xiyan stared at the high technology in her hand thoughtfully.

"There's something wrong with him."

"He's hiding something from me."

"This isn't right."

"Is it related to his background?"

Meng Xiyan lowered his head and murmured to himself.

The system discovered to its horror that she was not talking to herself or talking to it, but to herself.

"Is he starting to lose control?"

"In six years, everything has changed. It's normal for him to have secrets now."

"No. If he lost control, why didn't he send you to jail? He wasn't lying when he said he had evidence. When he lied, his eyes were firm and unnatural."

"Maybe there are other means of revenge? But he still treats me the same as before."

"wrong."

"wrong."

"wrong."

Meng Xiyan repeated the word "wrong", each time it was exactly the same as before, as if a robot had malfunctioned.

There was no emotion in her tone, and even her rhythm was exactly the same.

This made the system realize even more deeply that this woman was not a normal person at all.

She has neither normal human feelings nor normal human thoughts. She is more terrifying than a machine.

She is the one who lost control.

Three days later, it came unexpectedly.

Meng Xiyan wore sunglasses and carried a satchel. She looked around to make sure there was no one else around, then she lowered her body and got into the small broken car.

The driver was Bao Zhenglong.

Five million is not a small amount. Meng Xiyan asked for a secluded place to trade, and watched him delete all the photos, and it was over.

Bao Zhenglong also knew that the threat to Meng Xiyan was a secret. If others discovered it, there was no guarantee that Meng Xiyan would not break the jar, and he would not be able to make a penny by then.

Therefore, the transaction location was set up in Bao Zhenglong's rental house. He drove a small rented shabby car to pick up Meng Xiyan to ensure concealment.

Bao Zhenglong had only been in the Imperial Capital for a few months. He had some money with him, but it was still difficult to rent a house in a place like the Imperial Capital where land was at a premium.

After many twists and turns, the car drove to the suburbs. It was sparsely populated and became more and more remote as we walked.

"We're here." Bao Zhenglong parked the car in front of a self-built house, opened the door and got out of the car, then opened the door on his own.

Meng Xiyan glanced around. This place was at the junction of urban and rural areas. Most of the surrounding houses were self-built houses on the second and third floors with a courtyard. The houses looked close to each other, but in fact they were more than ten meters apart.
Chapter completed!