After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 10 It's Him
Seeing that Song Zhiyi didn't respond, the stick man started to move further. He let go of Song Zhiyi's chin, and rubbed Song Zhiyi's cheek with rough fingerprints.

Noticing the red marks on Song Zhiyi's face, he suddenly frowned: "Who the hell hit her on the face?"

At the chaotic moment when the gangsters were shirking each other's responsibilities, Song Zhiyi took a slight step back, and ruthlessly raised his feet on top of Huang Mao's.

The yellow hair was in pain, and Song Zhiyi took the opportunity to break free from his restraint, and kicked the gangster in front of him as hard as he could.

Jing Song Zhiyi's fuss completely exhausted the patience of the gangsters, and they changed from a small defensive fight to a reckless attack.

Finally, Song Zhiyi was cornered by them, and there was no room for escape.

She squatted helplessly on the ground, her eyes tightly closed.

The sky seemed to be getting darker, and she couldn't even imagine what happened next.

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, and the stick man was pulled out, and was quickly thrown against the opposite wall, unable to move.

Song Zhiyi opened his eyes, and there were bursts of warmth in his eyes.

Even though he only left her with a back view, she recognized it at a glance. That figure was Lu Yiwen.

Song Zhiyi struggled to stand up while staring nervously at Lu Yiwen who was fighting with the gangsters, and she planned to help.

Lu Yiwen punched Huang Mao hard in the face, and Huang Mao fell into the puddle without getting up again.

Soon, two of the three gangsters were beaten to the ground, and Song Zhiyi was relieved. She had been worried that Lu Yiwen would suffer a loss when she was outnumbered.

Not long after, Lu Yiwen subdued the last gangster who was about to escape. All three were injured to varying degrees, lying on the ground and unable to stand up.

There was no expression on Lu Yiwen's face, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

He grabbed the yellow hair and another gangster's clothes, dragged them along the muddy road for a long time, and finally threw the three of them in a pile.

After cleaning up the three of them thoroughly, because he was worried about Song Zhiyi, Lu Yiwen hurried back to her side, and helped her up from the ground with distressed eyes.

He hadn't planned to expose his identity to her prematurely before, but when she was really in danger, he would never be able to calm down.

Looking at the injured and helpless Song Zhiyi at this moment, Lu Yiwen suppressed his urge to hold her in his arms, and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

The two of them under the heavy rain were very embarrassed, and Song Zhiyi never dreamed that after two years, she really saw him again.

But goodbye in such a scene, everything is so unreal, everything is like a dream.

But the burning wound on her leg told her clearly that all this was true.

She shook her head with a smile, and tears welled up in her eyes again, but fortunately, the rain covered it up, allowing her to cry openly.

She asked, "What about you? Are you injured?"

"No."

"It's fine if you don't."

"Get up first," Lu Yiwen reached out to help her up.

His hand pulled her drenched sleeves in a gentlemanly manner. Through the thin fabric, Song Zhiyi felt the scorching heat of her palms, and shivered uncontrollably.

She just wanted to stand up with the help of Lu Yiwen's strength, but because she had been squatting on the ground for too long, and the injury on her knee had aggravated during the fight, it made it difficult for her to stand up.

"Injured?" Lu Yiwen squatted down and accurately found Song Zhiyi's wound. He frowned and looked at Song Zhiyi's swollen knee, pursing his lips in displeasure.

Song Zhiyi wanted to say it was okay, but the man in front of him suddenly stood up.

"You wait for me here, protect yourself."

The rain drenched all the people present, Lu Yiwen stepped on the leather shoes and looked down at the defeated just now.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his tone was as cold as ice in winter: "Which one of you did it manually?"

The three of them looked at the man in front of them, it seemed that there was a bloodthirsty soul hidden under the gentle appearance.His face was expressionless, but the indifference in his eyes was enough to make them retreat again and again.

Lu Yiwen kicked the stick man in the face: "If you don't say it, then don't want both hands."

After all, Lu Yiwen raised his foot lightly, and stepped on the rain-soaked leather shoe on the rightmost gangster's hand.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the gangster begged for mercy in pain.

But the man didn't intend to stop there.

It was this hand that he had just looked at, touching her face.

He raised his foot slightly and stepped on it again.What he said just now, to cripple their hands, was not a joke.

Today he must make them pay the price.

But just as he was about to make the next move, someone gently grabbed his ankle, and the cold fingertips touched his skin, which brought most of his sanity back.

The man turned to look at her, only to hear her gently persuasion: "Lu Yiwen, I'm fine, let's go."

He turned slightly, and stopped the violent action just now because he was afraid of scaring her.

As if he had changed, he agreed in a gentle voice, "Yes."

After getting Lu Yiwen's answer, Song Zhiyi let go of Lu Yiwen's hand in embarrassment, and hurriedly picked up the umbrella and mobile phone on the ground to distract attention.

Lu Yiwen stood patiently waiting for her, because the rain was so loud that he didn't notice that the danger was approaching him.

As soon as Song Zhiyi opened the umbrella, he heard a bang, the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground.

Song Zhiyi turned around quickly, only to see Lu Yiwen knelt down and picked up the wooden stick on the ground, then picked it up and threw it at the yellow hair that had already been put on the ground.

Huang Mao dodged in time and escaped unharmed.But Lu Yiwen collapsed on the ground as if his strength had been drained for a moment.

After a while, the gangsters who had suffered heavy losses regained their strength and walked towards Lu Yiwen.

Song Zhiyi realized something was wrong, and quickly stood in front of Lu Yiwen, protecting the man who fell on the ground tightly behind him.

She shouted hoarsely: "I have already called the police, get out."

The gangsters were finally shocked and fled.

The scene was chaotic, the heavy rain was still falling relentlessly, Song Zhiyi's mind went blank, but Lu Yiwen was seriously injured by the wooden stick, and she had to help him stop the bleeding now.

She found an umbrella to cover Lu Yiwen's head, and according to the first aid knowledge learned in the first aid class, she helped Lu Yiwen treat the wound on his head briefly, and finally suppressed the bleeding.

After doing this, she took out her phone and wanted to call an ambulance, but no matter how hard she pressed the power button, the phone didn't respond at all.

Fortunately, at this time, Lu Yiwen's cell phone rang.

She groped around Lu Yiwen's body with her hands, and found the mobile phone as quickly as possible. There were several missed calls displayed on the mobile phone. Song Zhiyi didn't care about it, but dialed 120 directly.

"We are now in the alley outside the east gate of Shenhai University, and someone has been seriously injured."

"I need an ambulance!"

(End of this chapter)