Lightning flashed across the sky, and the fragment seemed to be embedded in Song Yayue's neck!
"Boom!"
The left side of his chest seemed to be crushed, and Luo Wanqing couldn't help shaking his hands.
She sneered, her shoulders shaking.
"Jiang Luo, you really did everything for Song Yayue!"
The woman who was crying was kneeling on the ground, trying to reach out to Song Yayue with one hand, but she was too trembling to move.
The middle-aged woman cried and moved her knees forward little by little, "Please, please let Yueyue go, this child is unintentional, please!"
Someone turned on the light, and the dark living room suddenly became brighter.
Jiang Luo's eyes dropped and his body trembled.
Not even half of the fragment entered Song Yayue's neck, but a small part of it entered the palm of Luo Wanqing's hand.
As if he felt no pain, Luo Wanqing stood up leisurely.
As soon as the fragment was pulled out, blood flowed down.
Jiang Luo carried the medical kit and seemed to want to hold her hand.
Taking a step back, Luo Wanqing could barely avoid it.
"You're really disgusting."
The girl's eyes are as dark as ink, making it impossible to detect any emotion.
With a "stab" sound, Luo Wanqing tore out a long strip at the hem of her skirt.
Simply bandaging it, just like kicking away a piece of garbage, the toe of her shoe pressed hard against Song Yayue.
"It's really good."
Seeing the two mother and daughter hugging each other, watching Song Yayue's head sinking into Jiang Luo's arms, and watching the mother she dreamed of stroking someone else's little face with heartache...
Luo Wanqing's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he said nothing.
The situation changed instantly. Luo Wanqing had just released the men and then looked at Jiang Luo and gave an order.
The two of them were surrounded by security guards, and Luo Wanqing curled up his lips in a funny manner.
"Jiang Luo, this is how you treat your own flesh and blood."
"Luo Wanqing, don't forget that this is the Song family. Since you dare to bully Yueyue here today, I can't let her suffer in vain!"
The atmosphere suddenly changed, and Luo Wanqing stood in the middle as if a jar had been broken.
Gu Lanchen now protected Luo Wanqing behind him with his big hands, and his momentum spread all around, "Let's see who dares to touch her!"
For a moment, everyone was frightened.
As they looked at each other, no one dared to step forward.
The atmosphere was as solid as death until the door opened wide and the cold wind picked up the airflow.
Gu Lanchen was still protecting him fiercely. Looking along the way, a familiar figure came into his eyes.
"What is this doing."
I saw Song Changheng appearing at the door in a suit. His expensive leather shoes were stained with rainwater, and his trousers were not spared either.
The other party walked over with long legs, glanced at Luo Wanqing, and then stopped at Song Yayue.
"Everyone finally had a meal together, but why did it end up like this?"
"Butler, hurry up and get the best medicine. Why is Miss Luo's hand injured?"
Gu Lanchen refused to accept this trick, and spoke in a cold and forceful tone, "My lawyer will contact your family later. Mr. Song, there is no need to stay here!"
"Obviously it was Luo Wanqing who hit me first!"
Not far away, Song Yayue just opened her mouth, and Gu Lanchen stared back coldly.
The back of the person in his arms was stiff, and Gu Lanchen felt extremely distressed.
He grabbed the person's wrist and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Song Changheng stopped the two of them.
"Mr. Gu, I just came back from outside. It's pouring rain and it's really hard to move. Miss Luo's hand looks seriously injured. Can we each take a step back and treat the wound first?"
Indeed, every sentence makes sense, and Gu Lanchen's rationality has the upper hand.
He didn't let anyone touch Luo Wanqing and reached out to carry the medicine box.
The fierce battle just now had already left the living room in a mess. The servants of the Song family quickly cleaned up the area with quick hands and feet.
Gu Lanchen's broad body blocked Luo Wanqing completely, preventing the Song family from seeing her at all.
Carefully holding the tweezers, Gu Lanchen dipped them in medical alcohol bit by bit.
"Does it hurt?" His voice was as gentle as water.
Luo Wanqing didn't say anything, just shook his head lightly.
"If it hurts, just tell me."
There was a dense pain in the palm of his hand, like thousands of silver needles falling, but Luo Wanqing had long since mourned and swallowed the pain hard.
Watching Gu Lanchen bandaging herself gently, her little face finally felt a little warmer.
She moved closer and said, "It does hurt a little."
So Gu Lanchen's hands became lighter, and finally, circles of gauze covered the blood.
No one spoke in the living room, only faint sobbing could be heard.
The instigator seemed to have been greatly wronged and cried tremblingly in Jiang Luo's arms.
Luo Wanqing was upset when he heard this. He glared at him, and the other person was instantly too angry to say anything.
"It's still raining heavily outside, so let's eat first. Everyone is still hungry. People are like iron rice or steel."
Song Changheng persuaded with a smile, but he didn't mention a word about Song Yayue's injury.
Luo Wanqing felt strange and looked at the head of the Song family from the corner of his eye.
"No."
Gu Lanchen hugged Luo Wanqing tightly and spoke in a cold tone.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point again.
I don't know how long it took before the servant's voice broke the silence again.
"Sir, the tea is ready."
In Luo Wanqing's peripheral vision, he saw Song Changheng nodding, and the servants respectfully filled several tea bowls.
"Step back." Song Changheng waved his hand, and the servant moved away step by step.
"Mr. Gu, have some tea."
Ignoring the other party, Gu Lan stared at Luo Wanqing's calf as if no one else was around.
He didn't hide his heartache at all, "Does it hurt?"
"I don't feel it." Half leaning in Gu Lanchen's arms, his little head shook slightly.
The two of them were cuddling together, and suddenly, a sudden force forced them to separate!
One wave comes after another.
The servant who had just poured water lost her footing, and the teapot flew out of her hand!
By the time the servant could stand still, the teapot had already hit Gu Lanshen's trouser leg.
Gu Lan snorted dullly, and it was obvious that he was hit hard this time.
The little face in his arms suddenly became nervous. Luo Wanqing lifted up his trouser legs, and the red color was shocking.
This water is probably twice as hot as the one she suffered just now!
"Second uncle!"
Luo Wanqing blew in distress, then turned his eyes angrily to the culprit, "How do you walk? Does the kettle have eyes?"
Seeing that Gu Lanchen's legs were visibly red, she said urgently.
"What are you doing standing still? Get an ice pack!"
"It's okay." He supported Luo Wanqing with his big hands, and there was no emotion on Gu Lanshen's face.
"It's okay! Everything is red!"
A flood of regrets and apologies welled up in her heart. Luo Wanqing's eyes turned red, hating herself for not listening to her advice.
If she hadn't insisted on coming, if she hadn't listened to Gu Lanchen's advice... then nothing today would have happened!
The servants were very quick and brought several ice bags immediately.
His little hand quickly took it, and Luo Wanqing placed it on one by one in an orderly manner.
"Is it still hot? Is it getting better?"
The blood stasis under the skin is terrible. If it were heated a little more, it would probably cause blood blisters!
It was still storming outside the window, and Luo Wanqing was so heartbroken that he didn't want to stay for a minute longer.
"Look, how could you be so careless and actually burnt Mr. Gu!"
"The two guests are going to have dinner later. Are you sincerely trying to make everyone unhappy?"
Watching the two of them sing the double act with cold eyes, Luo Wanqing sighed coldly.
"No need."
With a light swipe of your finger, the word Lin Han popped up on the screen.