It is said that wealthy families are not easy to marry

Shen Ting heard it clearly, and replied unceremoniously: "This is also the last time I will tolerate you. I have had enough, and it is impossible to go back to do those disgusting things with you."

Thinking of the things that Xie He forced him to do with the other party, Shen Ting frowned unconsciously, and those nights when he was guarding against Xie He like wolves pouncing on his food, he had never really had a solid sleep. .

He didn't want to bear it anymore.

There was a moment of silence over there, and a cold voice sounded: "Catch it back."

After the conversation ended, those people started approaching Shen Ting again.

When he was about to get close, Shen Ting saw the right moment and took a glass from the dining table and threw it at a person who was coming.

Although Shen Ting's hit hit, it didn't affect that person at all, and the overturned table was useless. Those people seemed to have been touched by a switch, and they all threw themselves on Shen Ting.

These people were surrounded tightly, and Shen Ting had nowhere to hide, and was finally suppressed with both hands.

Shen Ting struggled desperately and kicked several stools over. These people had scruples about Shen Ting because of Xie He's words, and they were careful not to really hurt people, and Shen Ting kicked the vital point when they were distracted for a while.

Shen Ting took advantage of the chaos and ran forward for a few steps, and was soon caught by someone again, and was pushed to the ground again during the struggle, it was the person who was the leader before.

Of course the people above didn't dare to really press on Shen Ting. It was he who suffered from Shen Ting's thin appearance. The headed bodyguards understood this, so they just used this posture to prevent Shen Ting from resisting.

Shen Ting panted heavily and looked at the person above him. His face was pale and his chest heaved obviously, and then he deliberately struggled to get up. The rest of the people who came over stretched out their hands to press his shoulders. Increased strength.

"Uh huh—" After a painful sob, Shen Ting's complexion instantly became even more ugly, and even cold sweat broke out from the fair skin on his forehead, making the skin translucent and delicate.

"What's the matter?" The person with Shen Ting on his body realized the strangeness immediately.

"Let go, get up..." Shen Ting's voice seemed to be holding back something, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at this young man with delicate and beautiful features frowning, his lips were pale and his eyes were slightly dazed because of the pain, and then they realized something was wrong after a while.

He let go of the hand pressing Shen Ting's shoulder, and the person pressing Shen Ting on his body also relaxed his strength, but he still didn't get up, his cold eyes fixed on Shen Ting's face.

"What's the matter?" He asked again, this time his voice was a little more nervous than before, while speaking, he quickly scanned all the places on Shen Ting's body within sight, and found nothing abnormal.

Shen Ting didn't struggle anymore, lying on the ground stiff and not daring to move, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, he said slowly: "...waist."

So the person who was pressing his waist finally got up, and then helped Shen Ting up to have a look, but frowned, and the rest of the people also showed this expression at the same time.

The right back waist of Shen Ting's T-shirt has been stained with a large amount of blood. It is shocking to look at it on the white T-shirt. However, there are a few pieces of broken glass on the place where Shen Ting was lying just now, and some glass shards It was also embedded in the wound through the torn clothes.

Shen Ting was in so much pain that she didn't want to speak, she just gasped, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red from the pain.

Everyone else understood that this injury was nothing to other people here, but it was indeed not a serious injury to a pampered person like Shen Ting.

The president's words were still in his ears, and everyone stared at the seemingly not small wound, and their faces became a little ugly.

Only the head bodyguard supported Shen Ting, his expression remained unchanged, he slowly lifted Shen Ting up and sat down on the chair, and slowly lifted up the hem of the blood-stained clothes around the wound.

This small movement made Shen Ting tremble.

The head of the bodyguards squatted on the ground to look at Shen Ting's wounds. His skin was dark, which was natural, and so were most of the people around him. It was the first time he had seen a man with such white and delicate skin as Shen Ting.

After a slight pause, he ordered the others: "Go find some gauze and alcohol first, and call 120."

The wound is still bleeding and must be attended to immediately.

"I'm going to the hospital." However, Shen Ting suddenly stopped the other party, and added when those people hesitated, "the hospital has anesthesia."

Everyone at the side looked at each other, Shen Ting knew that the headed bodyguard was the one who had the decision-making power, so he tried his best to turn his head back: "If you help me deal with it hastily, I will probably die of pain."

There was already a slight tremor in the voice.

That's right, how could a young master like Shen Ting, who was so pampered and never experienced hardship, endure such pain.Taking another look at the wound that was still oozing blood on the snow-white skin, the leading bodyguard nodded, and said in his usual cold voice, "Go to the hospital."

After saying that, he hugged Shen Ting horizontally, avoided the wound, and walked outside the restaurant.

Shen Ting honestly was carried into the car by someone.

Someone was driving, and after getting in the car, Shen Ting sat in the back seat, surrounded by people on both sides, sandwiching him.

Because the injury was on the right lower back, Shen Ting was afraid of touching the wound, so Shen Ting had to turn his body sideways, and the person he was facing was the burly and dark-skinned bodyguard headed by him, who held his shoulder very responsibly, Very natural pose.

Because of the large number of people, a group of people sat in two cars.The car started to drive, someone notified Xie He, and soon the other side made a video call to the mobile phone of the person next to him.

"What's going on?" As soon as the connection was made, Xie He's deep cold voice came from the other side.

Without waiting for others to answer, Shen Ting opened his mouth and continued: "You don't know the good things you did."

Then there was silence for a moment, Shen Ting knew Xie He's expression without even thinking about it, he must want to attack but could only be a ninja, and he didn't know what he was trying to plot, in fact, Shen Ting hoped that the other party I can't take it anymore and can argue with him.

But his wish was doomed to fail. Although Xie He was still angry at this time, he obviously didn't want to quarrel with Shen Ting, and even asked worriedly: "Is the injury serious, does it hurt?"

The phone screen was facing him, Shen Ting saw Xie He's face clearly, such a face without any emotion, with such a tone, Shen Ting's goosebumps were about to rise, and he turned away immediately, with a look of Does not want to talk about the appearance.

On the other side, Xie He stared at Shen Ting's pale side face for a while, pondered for a moment before speaking again, with a somewhat helpless tone: "You go to the hospital first, I'll be right there, as for your escape... There was a deliberate pause, but seeing that Shen Ting's expression remained unchanged, Xie He continued, "You cooperate with the treatment first, and everything will be discussed when I arrive."

After that, Xie He didn't speak any more or ask anyone else, just hung up the phone.

It finally calmed down, but the atmosphere in the car was more stagnant than before. No one spoke, and all looked at Shen Ting vaguely. They were all wondering whether this person who could make the president care so much what identity.

Of course Shen Ting knew that they were looking at him, but he didn't care, and was even very calm. He closed his eyes and asked the system: "How long will it take to get to the hospital, where is Xie He?"

"What do you want to do?" The system stopped pretending to be dead, and asked enthusiastically, "You haven't given up yet and plan to escape with your injuries?"

"Are you moved by my spirit?" Shen Ting's expression lacked interest.

"Although it's good to have a weak body and a strong mind, you don't have to work so hard." The system looked a little worried, "After all, your small body doesn't seem to be able to beat these people, and you can't resist beatings. It's about to die or to live."

"To be honest, I have long disliked you." Shen Ting wondered why the system kept brainwashing him into abnormal thoughts recently, "Why do I think you are an undercover agent sent by Xie He to do missions?" You are less distracted than me, as if you are afraid that I will escape from the cage, did I offend you somewhere, or did Xie He bribe you?"

"Impossible thinking." The system flatly denied, "Am I such an unreliable person?"

Shen Ting was skeptical, and the system tried to show its loyalty: "Don't worry, it's what you say, and I will definitely help you."

"Then answer my question just now." Shen Ting tried to make a request.

"There is still a 10-45-minute drive from the hospital at most, and Xie He will arrive in [-] minutes." The system said, "If you have any questions, please ask together. But a partner."

The transition was too fast, Shen Ting was flattered by such an enthusiastic system for the first time, and he spoke slowly: "Then listen to my words later?"

"Okay, come on, the system is your solid backing."

"..."

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, the windows of the car were tightly closed, and even the doors were locked at the very beginning. There was no free space in the airtight car. It looks stuffy, and coupled with the lack of air circulation, the feeling is extremely strong.

Shen Ting finally couldn't take it anymore, and opened his eyes: "Can you open the window?"

His voice was not very loud, he was just speaking to the person in front of him who was still holding his shoulders.

Seeing that Shen Ting's face seemed to be worse than before, the leader did not object after all, and opened the window a little to allow some fresh air to enter.

The cool wind pouring in made the car less stuffy. Shen Ting was facing the car window, and the cool wind was blowing on his face like this, which was very comfortable, so he closed his eyes again.

The car was still driving, the cool wind before only relieved Shen Ting's discomfort, but it was definitely not cured, his complexion became worse and worse, and finally it was almost pale.

The head of the bodyguards finally realized something was wrong, supported Shen Ting's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, only half of his delicate and almost transparent face was exposed, Shen Ting's tone seemed weak: "...Motion sickness."

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth uncomfortably, and after a while, he slowly said: "Can you stop for a while?"

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Thanks to the little angel of pie pie x 2, love you mua

I just went home yesterday, so I will update it today, and I will update it when I have time. I really want to update "Golden House Cangjiao" recently? ? ? (ˊ?ˋ)? ? ? , It’s been a long time since I wrote ancient times, and I feel a little rusty