Second marriage itch

Chapter 132 Give Me a Little Warmth

I was terrified, and rushed over, hurriedly took out a tissue and tremblingly wiped it for him.

Xue Duyun held my hand calmly, and said softly to me, "It's okay."

How can you call it okay like this?
"Uncle, you..."

Xu Yafei also stood up and looked at Xue Borong with a puzzled expression.

However, Xue Borong seemed to be still angry, his eyes were looking around, and he seemed to be continuing to look for weapons.

"Can't you just say something well?"

I summoned up the courage to persuade Xue Borong who was in a rage, but my words had no weight in front of him.

He had already seen the arm strength stick that Xue Duyun usually used to practice his strength placed next to the TV cabinet, he grabbed it without saying a word, rushed over and hit Xue Duyun.

How can a father beat his son like this?What big mistake did he make that made him want to beat him to death?

The 29-year-old Xue Duyun is strong and strong. In terms of skill, the old Xue Borong is certainly not his opponent, but Xue Duyun has no expression on his face, does not move at all, does not even have the intention of hiding, and is ready to take the stick forcefully.

I didn't think much of it at the time, so I threw myself on him.

Xue Borong's stick just hit my shoulder.

Although I wore thick clothes in winter, the arm strength club was very heavy when hitting people. At that time, half of my shoulder was so painful that I seemed to lose consciousness.

I gritted my teeth and didn't cry out in pain. I thought no matter how painful it was, it wouldn't hurt like Xue Duyun's bloody forehead right now.

"Shen Yu." Xue Duyun hugged me and called out to me, the blood that flowed down dripped onto my face.

I could hear the tension in his voice at this moment.

However, Xue Borong was not relieved, and was about to continue to fight down, but the arm strength club in his hand was held by Xu Yafei who rushed up in time.

"Uncle, calm down."

Xue Borong tugged twice, but Xu Yafei held his hand tightly. He finally let go of his hand. His anger did not disappear at all. He gasped for breath and pointed at Xue Duyun with shaking fingers.

"Nizi, you, you take that piece of land back to me."

where?Xu Yafei and I glanced at each other, not understanding what this meant.

Of course Xue Duyun understood, he let the blood drip from his forehead, his calm and indifferent expression made him look too bloody and frightening at the moment.

"How to take back the land that has been taken out?" He said calmly.

Perhaps it was his stubborn attitude of not admitting defeat that really angered Xue Borong.

Xue Borong didn't need a weapon, so he wanted to hit someone with his bare hands, but Xu Yafei hugged him tightly from behind.

"Uncle, hands can't solve the problem."

Xue Borong raised his foot and kicked in this direction, although he missed Xue Duyun, but the cup on the coffee table was kicked to the ground by him.

There are two goldfish struggling without water on the coffee table.

I clutched my aching shoulder and looked at the crazy Xue Borong, feeling that the situation was getting out of hand.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell on Xu Yafei, panting heavily.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Xu Yafei quickly put him flat on the ground and pinched his Renzhong acupoint.

I was completely overwhelmed with fright, and it took a few seconds before I rushed forward dully.

I have completely forgotten the stick that Xue Borong hit me before, all I know is that nothing will happen to him.

Although the relationship between their father and son has always been bad, and it was completely rigid tonight, Xue Duyun is a principled person, and he has family affection in his heart. Even if he doesn't like his father, deep down in his heart, he still With his father.That's why he couldn't fight back tonight.

If Xue Borong really got angry, he would be restless all his life.

"Call an ambulance." Xu Yafei said.

I said oh, and quickly took out my mobile phone to make a call. In less than 5 minutes, the ambulance came.

We got into the ambulance, and Xu Yafei also drove to the hospital.

Xue Duyun's blood frightened the doctor, and he wanted to bandage him immediately, but he still decided to wait for Xue Borong to finish the examination first.

In fact, when Xue Borong arrived at the hospital, he had already calmed down a lot. The doctor asked about the situation, and after examining him, he said that his blood pressure had suddenly risen due to his anger, and there was nothing serious about it.

The doctor gave Xue Duyun a meaningful look, "Young man, don't be too impulsive in everything, and sometimes you have to be patient."

Xue Duyun didn't speak.

I know that tonight, he has endured enough.

I took Xue Duyun to the surgery for a bandage. When the doctor cleaned up his blood, I saw a gash on his forehead.

When the nurse applied the medicine, he told him to bear with it, I thought it would be painful.

But Xue Duyun didn't frown the whole time, but just looked indifferent.

It's not the first time he's been hurt on the head, at least it's been two times since I knew him, and this time he was hurt by his own father, even I feel wronged for him.

I know that his pain is not in his head, but in his heart.

After dressing up, we came out and walked towards Xue Borong's ward, Xue Duyun suddenly grabbed my hand and stopped.

I turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"Shen Yu, does it hurt?" He looked at me and asked.

I can't describe how I felt at that time, I felt sad and warm, and my eyes were hot too.

I waved my arms exaggeratedly on purpose, and shook my head very positively, "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

In the ward, Xue Borong was awake lying on the bed at the moment, and it seemed that he was fine.

There is an extra Wen Biru in the ward now, and when she sees us going in, she doesn't have a good face at all.

"Duyun, I'm not talking about you, you've always been a safe person in handling things, why didn't you think carefully this time? Look at how angry you are with your father."

In fact, I still don't know what made Xue Borong so angry.

Xue Duyun was expressionless, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he said calmly, "I'm not a good son, I think you are a good wife, and you will definitely take good care of him. I don't need me here. Shen Yu, let's go."

After speaking, he took my hand and walked out of the ward.

"You bastard."

Xue Borong's excited scolding came from behind, and then I heard Wen Biru's gentle voice of persuasion.

"Okay, just calm down, you're not young anymore, you have to think about your own body. If you get angry again, can that matter be saved?"

Xue Duyun dragged me to walk quickly, and soon I couldn't hear Wen Biru's voice.

Xu Yafei drove us back before leaving.

After I washed up in the bathroom, Xue Duyun was half lying on the bed.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, only the cigarette in his hand was flickering on and off.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that he had his head up and his hands resting on the side of the bed. The cigarette in his hands was not smoking, but just letting it burn.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were a little scary, like a body that had lost its soul, without any life.

At this moment, he looked very pitiful, like a wounded little beast, silently testing its wounds alone in the dark.

My heart hurt so much watching it, I lowered my head and looked at him from a closer distance.

"Are you okay?" My throat tightened when I asked.

His eyeballs finally moved, turned to me slowly, and stared at me for a while before he finally spoke.

"Shen Yu, I'm cold, give me some warmth." His voice was very soft, it sounded like a kind of begging.

At this moment, my heart was so painful that it was about to burst.

I took off my clothes without saying a word, lifted the quilt and got in.

He put out his cigarette, put his arms around me, and hugged me very tightly.

In my ears, I felt that every breath he took seemed to be slow and hard, because it sounded very heavy.Like a low background music, it tells a heart-wrenching story.

"Headache." I heard him say suddenly.

I was a little overwhelmed, thought for a while, then climbed up a little bit, and blew lightly on his forehead.

Every movement of mine is very gentle, I really hope that this kind of gentleness can be felt by him, and the grievance in his heart can be blown away a little bit.

"Is it better?" I asked.

He held my hand, pulled me down a little, and looked at me weakly with the corners of his lips hooked.

"much better."

When I was feeling relieved, I heard him say again, "But it's still cold."

I bit my lip and struggled for a while, seeing his eyes move slightly, I lowered my head and kissed his lips actively.

I imitated his previous appearance, kissed his lips, and then kissed his earlobe.

He quickly turned to the guest, and everything that followed was dominated by him, and the rhythm and strength were all under his control.

After everything was over, I felt my body was sweating, and I pressed it against his chest and asked him.

"Is it warm?"

A kiss was imprinted on my forehead, he hugged me tightly, and only said one word in his sexy and magnetic voice.

"warm."

The next morning, I opened the door of the villa and saw a pile of beer cans and a man lying at our door.

(End of this chapter)