Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 428 Will there be scars on my face?
He was holding the handle of the knife tightly, raised his hand, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at his left chest, like a slow motion movie, stabbing his heart without hesitation.

"Shut up!" Kong Xinyao slapped the other side of Yan Chuyan's face fiercely, and viciously pressed the dagger against her neck to threaten her not to move. She turned her head and stared at Xiao Yixun coldly. To pierce his heart, I felt a burst of joy.

When he died, there would be one less person in the world who could fight against her. Every time she wanted to deal with Yan Chuyan, this man always came out to be troublesome!

"No—!" Yan Chuyan closed her eyes in horror, as if if she didn't look, the tragic scene wouldn't happen.

Taking advantage of Kong Xinyao's focus on Xiao Yixun, two well-trained security guards rushed forward and held down Kong Xinyao's shoulder blades. The electric prod hit her arm. She subconsciously let go, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "bang".

As soon as she was free, Yan Chuyan ran out of that corner in a hurry, with blood dripping down her cheeks, numb from the pain.

Xiao Yixun just pressed the tip of the knife against his left chest and was not injured. Seeing that Yan Chuyan was rescued safely, he put the utility knife into a transparent bag as evidence.

The next second, Xiao Yixun strode over to support Yan Chuyan, his handsome brows revealed endless worries, and his gentle voice was as clear as a mountain stream: "Chuyan, don't be afraid, I'll take you there right away." The hospital treats the wound."

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The luxurious and noble Lexus was galloping on the highway, time seemed to be standing still, and the strong smell of blood choked his nostrils, Yan Chuyan only took a look in the mirror, and no longer dared to look directly at himself at this moment.

Her mind was in a trance, as if she had returned to the nightmare four years ago.

Yan Weiwei took a blade and slashed open her face, with a ferocious smile.

Why does everyone hate her?What did she do wrong?
It took her a long time to recover from the scars on her face four years ago. During that time, she lost her child, disfigured her face, lost Beiming Haoting, and the whole world seemed to collapse. Xiao Yixun pulled back...

After what seemed like a long century, the blood on his face had almost dried up and started to coagulate when the car finally arrived at the hospital.

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In the emergency room.

The air seemed to be frozen, and there was no sound. Xiao Yixun stood aside worriedly, monitoring the actions of the doctors and nurses without blinking, as if worried that there would be an accident in the blink of an eye.

"Girl, the bandage is done. Don't let the wound touch the water during this time. This is an ointment that won't leave scars. Change it twice a day. Remember to take the anti-inflammatory medicine on time. This is the medicine list. You can leave after paying the fee and picking up the medicine."

The doctor handed over the work of packing up the medicinal tools to the nurse, turned around and went back to the desk to write a prescription for Yan Chuyan, handed it to her, and said conscientiously.

"Well, doctor, will my face really not leave scars?" Yan Chuyan asked.

"It's hard to say. Everyone's skin is different. Although these medicines have the function of removing scars, the specific effect varies from person to person. You are still young, your cell metabolism is fast, and you have thin skin and tender flesh. Yes, take care of the wound, it shouldn't cause any serious problems, and the scar won't be very deep, don't worry." The doctor comforted the guests with the usual language.

Xiao Yixun took the medicine list and accompanied Yan Chuyan to leave the emergency room.

As soon as he walked out of the door, a tall and cold ice sculpture stood in front of him.

The man's figure was tall and straight, his handsome face as deep as a knife was tense, and there was a shallow scar on his right face, which was already scabbed.

He stared at her deeply with condensed eyes, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his whole body exuded frightening anger, his aura was powerful and frightening.

(End of this chapter)