In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Seeing Han Jiangxue's beautiful face covered in blood, Zhang Ruoyu's heart was turned upside down.

He saw the panic and uneasiness beneath her smile, as well as the blood-stained knife hurriedly hidden behind her.

She pretended to be sophisticated and asked Brother Zhang not to call the police.

But she stood helplessly in front of Zhang Ruoyu like a little girl who had made a mistake.

Zhang Ruoyu knows everything.

From Han Jiangxue asked him to cover his ears and close his eyes.

He guessed it.

Take a deep breath.

Zhang Ruoyu reached out and took Han Jiangxue, whose delicate body was trembling slightly, into his arms.

But her blood-stained hands had nowhere to put them.

He didn't dare to raise his blood-stained face.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his rough hands, gently wiped the blood on her face, and said softly: "I can't divorce you just because you are a murderer, can I?"

When Han Jiangxue heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly: "Then...are you afraid of me?"

"Somewhat." Zhang Ruoyu gently wiped the blood on her face and said softly. "But I can get over it."

Han Jiangxue raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Ruoyu with red eyes, and said aggrievedly: "You can be afraid, but don't dislike him."

"You know me well. I am suspicious by nature and have a delicate and sensitive heart. If you tell it on your face, I will kill you when I get angry..."

"Yeah." Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly and picked up Han Jiangxue, whose legs were shaking and trembling a little. "Go home and eat."

The living room was littered with corpses.

On the snow outside the villa, blood flowed like a river.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and Han Jiangxue, who was curled up in Zhang Ruoyu's arms, was in a state of turmoil.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell on my face, which was biting and chilly.

Back to happiness.

Zhang Ruoyu led Xuebao to take a bath and change clothes at his aunt's house, washing away the dirt all over his body.

At the dinner table, no one mentioned what happened tonight.

Even Han Laomo, whose lips turned white with distress, didn't care whether his daughter was injured or not, and kept urging her to drink.

Queen Ma was silent at the dinner table, looking at her son and daughter-in-law with guilt-filled eyes.

Mrs. Han chatted and laughed happily, and she said that Brother Kua was a good cook and praised him for being a good young man in the new century.

The bosses at the table set off the atmosphere of the wine table very well and moved smoothly.

After eating and drinking, Mrs. Han was sent home by Mr. and Mrs. Han.

Before leaving, he glanced at his precious granddaughter, but said nothing. He just pushed her a psychiatrist's WeChat message.

Han Jiangxue replied with a question mark: "I'm not sick."

My aunt tidied up the kitchen before leaving.

Empress Ma, however, was sitting in the living room smoking. Before leaving, she whispered to her daughter-in-law, "My mother-in-law has hurt you."

"Implicated?" Han Jiangxue said arrogantly with her red lips raised. "Stimulate."

After that, she handed Queen Ma a notebook and a pen: "Mother-in-law, write down your enemies. When my company is not busy, I will deal with them one by one."

Queen Ma gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

send away guests.

The exhausted couple went back to their room to sleep.

Brother Zhang seemed to be so excited that he couldn't sleep and spent the whole night watching short videos to celebrate the New Year.

Han Jiangxue slept soundly and was dripping with sweat, turning over from side to side.

When it was almost dawn, she stuck her butt out and sat up: "No!"

Eyes wide open, pupils constricted.

Her wet hair stuck to her pretty face, which looked pale.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Zhang Ruoyu put down his phone, took out some tissues and wiped Han Jiangxue's sweat.

The trash can next to the bed was filled with white tissues.

Han Jiangxue took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, I dreamed that I was bankrupt and we were living on the streets, so hungry that our eyes were blinded."

"So scary?" Brother Zhang pretended to be exaggerated and very cooperative.

"Yes, can you scare me, Han Daring, to wake me up?"

Han Jiangxue drank a glass of warm water, lay down again, and continued to sleep while holding Brother Zhang's arm.

Her hands and feet were sore and weak, her brain was in a blur, and her whole body was hot and cold. Sometimes she was so hot that she was sweating, and sometimes she was so cold that she was shaking.

Brother Zhang has experience. Generally, in this case, the fever reaches [-] degrees.

Xuebao was given fever-reducing medicine.

Brother Zhang continued to watch short videos and observe Mr. Han's reaction.

"Brother Zhang...I'm Xuebao, a good guy here, don't be afraid..."

Xuebao was so feverish that he was talking nonsense, and he was talking nonsense.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry... I, Han Jiangxue, have unparalleled loyalty. If you become a demon, I will kill all the gods and Buddhas in the sky!"

While talking in his sleep, Mr. Han's nails were almost digging into Brother Zhang's flesh, so powerful.

The scene in the dream must be very passionate and spectacular.

When the sky is bright.

Xuebao's fever had subsided. Brother Zhang, who had not been taken seriously after sending the rocket, left the live broadcast room cursing. He put a sweat towel on Xuebao and smoothed her messy hair.

The movement was a bit big, and Olaf, who was already sleeping in a daze, woke up a little.

My throat was dry, my whole body felt weak, my breath was as thin as a thread, and my limbs felt as if they had been beaten by a hundred big men, and they were in unbearable pain.

"Brother Zhang, what did you do to me?"

Xuebao took the warm water from Brother Zhang and drank it in one gulp: "Why is my throat smoking, my legs weak, my back sore, and my knees still a little painful?"

Brother Zhang was about to explain that this was a normal reaction to having a fever.

Xuebao changed the subject, with a sleazy look on his face: "You couldn't take advantage of my forty degrees to give it a try, right?"

Brother Zhang frowned and wanted to explain, but felt that he didn't know where to start.

This is indeed a normal reaction to being angry.

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PS: I would like to apologize to everyone. I was delayed because of something last night. I went out to have dinner with my son’s teacher and was a little late. When I came home to write, I was in a bad state. I was not very satisfied with what I wrote. So I bite the bullet and write purely based on experience. Without emotion, I would definitely not be able to write an article called Forty Degrees. I apologize again.Update 4 today and continue with 3 tomorrow.If you can’t do it, live chop*.

PS: Friendly reminder, viruses are flying around the world recently. I was just fine a while ago, and my left side of my throat is a little sore today. I don’t know if it’s because I went out. Brothers and sisters, take care of yourself!