Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

When Han Su saw Tang Shuya, he was startled at first, then he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, you are injured. Should we go to the hospital?"

Tang Shuya's forehead was messy, and his facial features were covered with a layer of blood-red haze, but there was a hint of spring and satisfaction between his brows.

The black shirt was half open, and the black color swallowed up all the bright red, except for his face and chest, which were dotted with bloodstains. It formed a sharp contrast with his cold white skin, giving him an indescribable charm, as if he was a Shura from hell.

Tang Shuya held a cigarette between his fingers. The moment he struck the light, the flame danced. Half of his face was illuminated by the fire, crimson, while the other half was buried in the darkness of the night.

He twisted the cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke, "No need, it looks serious, but it's not a serious injury."

Han Su pondered for a moment and decided to speak up and remind him, "The old man asked you to go back for dinner this weekend. I'm afraid the wound on your forehead is not good."

Hearing this, Tang Shuya's expression turned even colder. After a while, he said calmly, "Okay, I'll go to the hospital first. You stay here."

He had just taken a step when he suddenly remembered something, and his steps paused. He turned around and asked, "How's Fang Xi doing?"

Han Su reported truthfully, "The woman who entered the room with Fang Xi came out soon after. She said he couldn't do it, and Fang Xi explained that he couldn't do it because he was sick before."

Ling Zhen opened his eyes with difficulty in the dim light. The heavy curtains blocked the light outside. The vision in the quiet room was dim and it was difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

The room was empty, she was the only one there.

Fortunately, Tang Shuya is not here.

She seemed to have cleaned herself once, but there was still a sticky feeling on her body, so she decided to wash it again.

In the bathroom, she didn't even dare look in the mirror. It was clear without looking that her whole body was covered with bruises and purples from rope marks, finger marks, kiss marks, and tooth marks.

It is so densely packed and mottled, with not a single piece of good flesh on the body. It is so horrible that I cannot bear to look at it.

How should I face Fang Xi when I am like this?

By the way, did Fang Xi end up with that woman...

Ling Zhen suddenly didn't dare to think further.

She stood directly under the flower umbrella, letting the hot water pour down from the top of her head, flowing across her face, winding down along her forehead, and sliding down like tears.

If Fang Xi really had something going on with that girlfriend, what right did she have to blame him now?

All this is thanks to her.

If she hadn't provoked Tang Shuya, Fang Xi wouldn't have been dragged into this mess.

She was the one who harmed Fang Xi.

When the hot water sprayed on his body, Ling Yuan felt a sharp pain as if it were burning.

She slowly squatted down, buried her head deep in her body, and curled up into a ball.

Her eyes were hot, as if she was crying, but also as if she wasn't crying.

The shower took a while, and Ling Zhen felt dizzy as soon as he came out of the bathroom. He tilted his body and fell to the ground.

In a trance, someone came in, picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.

Rough fingers gently pressed her temples, and a clear and refreshing scent with the scent of herbs seeped in, refreshing her heart.

Her small nostrils twitched, and when she turned around, she saw Han Su's handsome face. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were tight, making him look particularly serious.

"It is you……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ling Zhen's voice was hoarse and rough, like torn silk.

Han Su nodded and glanced at Ling Yuan from the corner of his eye. He saw that Ling Yuan was only wrapped in a bathrobe, the hem of which was now wide open, revealing the criss-crossing and shocking marks inside.

He closed his eyes and asked, "Miss Ling, are you feeling unwell? There's a 24-hour family doctor here."

Ling Zhen slowly shook his head.

Han Su looked calm and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Ling, if you don't mind, I'll apply the medicine to you. Don't misunderstand me, I'm just worried that you'll faint again if you lower your head..."

Ling Yuan looked at Han Su's clear eyes, which were pure as a spring. He smiled bitterly and said, "You don't need to be so respectful to me. This shabby body will only pollute your eyes."

Han Su remained silent for a moment. As if afraid that Ling Zhen might be worried, he emphasized, "I'll only wipe my hands and feet."

He took the ointment, warmed it in his palm and melted it, then gently pressed it on the wound on her calf.

His palm was hot, and the ointment was cool, but soon it became warm and seeped into the wound, causing a slight sting. Ling Yuan frowned.

"Bear with it, I'll rub it for you."

Han Su looks rough and wild, but his movements are gentle and delicate.

The man lowered his head slightly. His eyelashes were not particularly long, but very thick. From Ling Ru's perspective, the eyelashes cast a light gray shadow on the man's eyelids.

The high nose even covered his mouth and chin, adding a bit of coldness to his already focused expression.

"Han Su, thank you."

Han Su looked up and replied politely, "Miss Ling, you're welcome."

"No, I'm not talking about today. I'm talking about three years ago. I sincerely thank you for your help. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to escape so smoothly."

Han Su paused, his eyes flickering several times before he managed to utter a few words, "You're too kind."

Ling Zhen couldn't help but confide, "It's a pity I'm useless, but it's okay, I can be considered to have stolen three years of freedom. Oh, by the way, you haven't been found out by Tang Shuya, have you? If he knew, he would definitely not let you go."

"No, sir, he didn't notice."

Han Su's voice seemed to be two decibels lower.

"That's good, otherwise I would really feel guilty. I have a question, why did you help me at that time?"

This was a question weighing on Ling Yuan's mind. As Tang Shuya's bodyguard and special assistant, Han Su should be on the same side as his boss. If he helped him, it would be equivalent to betraying Tang Shuya.

From the beginning to the end, Han Su never asked for any compensation. Was it just out of compassion?

Han Su's eyes seemed to be avoiding something intentionally or unintentionally, and he didn't dare to look directly at the person in front of him.

Soon, he returned to his usual expressionless look, "Miss Ling, the medicine has been applied. Someone will bring food and clothes over soon. You should rest first."

After saying this, Han Su quietly retreated.

Ling Yuan looked at the slowly closing door and blinked. It seemed that he had something to hide. Oh, forget it. Everyone has their own difficulties. It’s better not to say it.

Ling Zhen left the room. The villa, which was noisy last night, was now completely silent. He didn't know whether everyone was asleep or had left.

When Han Su saw her come out, he conveyed Tang Shuya's intention truthfully, "Miss Ling, come with me."

Ling Zhen looked surprised, "Where are we going?"

"Mr. Jin's home."

Ling Zhen's eyes turned slightly. Was Tang Shuya planning to imprison her?