Reborn Sweet Wife Has Cat Disease

Si Yi hid to the side in disgust, and the woman rushed towards Si Yi's meowing direction again, "Si, Miss Si Yi, please let me go, I can't go to jail, if I go to jail, my acting skills The business is over."

Her entire body began to tremble in fear.

"Let you go?" Si Yi snorted coldly, "When you were hurting me just now, did you ever think about letting me go?"

The woman raised her head to look at Si Yi's Miaomiao's face, her eyes were cold, and there was a slight chill in her heart.

The woman smiled and stood up slowly, "Si Yi, meow meow, damn you, why are you always the C position, why are you able to attract the attention of Mr. Si Yi."

Si Yi Miaomiao's eyes turned completely cold, "That's why you hurt me." She thought it was ridiculous.

"Yes, that's why I killed you. Why are you so dazzling? You deserve to die, you deserve to die." The woman yelled at Si Yi.

Si Yi was furious. She raised her hand and slapped the woman on the face. The woman who slapped took a few steps back, "How dare you hit me."

"You dare to kill me, why can't I hit you?" Si Yi stretched out his meowing claws angrily.

The woman went crazy, she rushed towards Si Yi's direction like a madman, Si Yi took a step forward, punched the woman in the face, and knocked her to the ground.

"How dare you hit a woman." Half of the woman's face was swollen, and she couldn't believe that Si Yizheng would strike.

Si Yi moved his wrist in a daze, "No one can hurt Miaomiao."

The police came soon, and they took the woman who fell on the ground away.

The people around watched the woman get into the police car with her head down, and no one dared to speak. Those little sisters who were close to the woman obediently shut their mouths, not even daring to breathe.

Si Yi Miaomiao and Si Yizheng returned to the room. As soon as they entered the room, Si Yi Miaomiao pushed Si Yizheng down on the sofa.

She stretched out her slender fingers and began to unbutton Si Yizheng's shirt.

"Miaomiao, why are you so impatient." Si Yi put one arm around Si Yi Miaomiao's waist, and held her fingers with the other hand, and chuckled.

"Si Yizheng, stop making trouble. I'll take a look at your injuries." Si Yi Miaomiao quickly unbuttoned Si Yizheng's shirt, exposing his upper body.

There was a large bruise on Si Yi's white chest, which was just to save Si Yi from meowing.

"Does it hurt?" Si Yi Miaomiao's heart hurt as if being twisted, and she lightly touched his chest with shaking fingers.

Si Yi shook his head in shock, "It doesn't hurt."

"Nonsense, it's all blue." Si Yi's eyes were red, she stood up, picked up the medicine box and came back.

"This bottle of Dieda wine was given to me by an old doctor before. It is very useful for removing bruises." Si Yi poured some medicinal wine, put it in his palm, rubbed his palm to warm it up, and pressed it quickly Touched Si Yi's stunned chest.

She kept rubbing Si Yi's stunned chest with the heat of her palm, "I might use a little bit of strength so that the bruises can go away."

"Okay." Si Yi smiled blankly, and he felt Si Yi's meowing little hands rubbing his chest non-stop, and his body became hot after rubbing.

Si Yi Miaomiao felt that Si Yi's startled body tensed up, as if he was holding his breath.

"Does it hurt?" Si Yi asked suspiciously.