domestic violence man

"Why didn't you go back?" Luo Ran asked, then went to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water.

Jiang Yan stared at him: "The matter hasn't been explained clearly, how can I go back?!"

Luo Ran's hand holding the glass trembled slightly, "What do you want me to explain?" He asked Jiang Yan back.

"Explain that the man at the gate of the school looks poor. Did he fall in love with you? Why do you care about you? Ah?" Jiang Yan said angrily, and threw the folder next to his hand heavily on the table.

"Slow down your voice, what if you wake up Xiao Ai?!" Luo Ran frowned in disbelief: "Just because of this, you quarreled with me?"

Jiang Yan saw that he looked tired, as if he was making trouble for no reason, and immediately became even more angry.

"Xiao Ai...? In your heart, everything except your daughter is work! You have never had me." Jiang Yan pointed to his chest and complained loudly: "The relationship between us for nearly five years is not as good as an outsider?!"

Hearing what he said, Luo Ran felt that Jiang Yan was unreasonable: "That person is just a friend I know, just because he helped me, there is nothing else besides that, okay?"

"Don't get entangled in this matter. The real problem between us doesn't lie with other people at all." After speaking, he turned around and pressed his temple, not looking at Jiang Yan's angry face.

"Go back, you should calm down." He issued an order to evict the guest.

Jiang Yan looked at his deserted back, and the fire in his heart burned even hotter. He stepped forward and hugged Luo Ran, and pulled Luo Ran's clothes with both hands.

"Jiang Yan... what are you doing—!" Luo Ran resisted in a panic, but was firmly pressed down by Jiang Yan on the sofa beside her.

①①①Seeing Luo Ran's pale face, Jiang Yan's head suddenly cleared up a lot, and he quickly took out a paper towel from a box beside him to wipe the blood and liquid between his legs.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I lost control...I really...Damn it...Luo Ran...Luo Ran...Are you okay?"

He asked intermittently, but Luo Ran only turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes slightly so as not to look at him.

Luo Ran felt desperate.

Yes, desperate.

He used to love Jiang Yan very much, and gave up a lot for him. In the end, all these pains and tortures belonged to him alone.

Jiang Yan...Jiang Yan will never know how much he loves him.

But now, all these loves have been polished and exhausted.

"Go and send Xiao Ai to school." He said lightly, without any emotion.

"I..." Jiang Yan scratched his hair angrily. He didn't intend to make such a fuss, but Luo Ran's indifferent attitude was like a fuse, igniting the dissatisfaction he had accumulated for many days.

He looked at Luo Ran's ugly face, and asked again: "Then what should you do?"

"Get out!" Luo Ran closed her eyes, obviously not wanting to look at him again.

Jiang Yan couldn't help it, knowing that Luo Ran was really angry this time, so he didn't dare to say any more, but hurriedly threw those tissues stained with liquid and blood into the trash can.

"Then... you can wash yourself later..." Jiang Yan muttered in a low voice.

Luo Ran's face turned pale for a while, and he almost squeezed out a word from his mouth through gritted teeth: "Get lost."

When things got to this point, Jiang Yan didn't dare to quarrel with him anymore, so he put on his clothes and went to send Luo Chang'ai to school.

Hearing the sound of the door closing heavily, Luo Ran raised his trembling arms to cover his eyes. Since he could remember, he had never been in such a mess... His body was covered with marks from Jiang Yan, and he could hardly stand up because of the pain between his legs …

He stood up slowly, holding the corner of the table tightly with his snow-white slender fingers so as not to fall to the ground.

『①①①』In the evening, a silver-white Mercedes stopped in front of the Luo Family Courtyard. Aunt Han, who was watering flowers in the garden, heard the movement, and immediately wiped her hands and went up to look, and saw a man in A man in a suit and a gold-plated tie came from afar.

"Hi, may I ask who you are...?" Aunt Han asked the handsome man walking in front of her while holding the water bottle in a daze.

"Hello, I'm Fang Jiahong." His voice was very pleasant, with a touch of magnetism in his elegance.

Aunt Han's eyes lit up after hearing this: "Yes...it's Young Master Fang, right? Ah, madam often mentions you, hurry up, please..."

Let's talk, while Aunt Han greeted Fang Jiahong to enter the house, she shouted at home: "Madam—! Madam...! Master Fang is back...Master Fang is back...!"