Jane Qiao tried hard to keep his brain awake, but Hall's shoulders were stained with blood and the image of his brain cracking was firmly entrenched in his memory like a demon.
The bright red blood frightened him and made him dizzy.
He opened his mouth and wanted the servant to take him away quickly, but he couldn't make a sound, and the gift box in his hand fell to the ground.
He wanted to bend over to pick it up, but was afraid that he would not be able to get up if he plunged into it. There were people coming and going on the street, and he couldn't lose face in the city of Desolate.
While struggling, Lei Zhe had already strode up to him.
The passers-by who originally surrounded the door were scattered, including those high-ranking nobles. No one dared to touch Lei Zhe's bad head at this time. Even if the old duke is still alive, he is already a de facto ruler of Grande.
"You look weak." Lei Zhe's deep and deep voice sounded in Jian Qiao's ears.
"No, I'm fine, I'm very good." Jian Qiao barely stood upright and responded hoarsely.
"Liar." Lei Zhe sneered as he stared at the tip of his sweaty nose and his pale, almost transparent face.
Jian Qiao tried to refute, but the desire to vomit suddenly came up in his throat, because Lei Zhe was covered with a strong smell of blood, and this smell was like a key, which opened the magic box that was hidden in his heart. .
Those horrific and hopeless memories are like deep wells underground, gushing out when a rift is found.
Jian Qiao, who had just stood up straight for a while, couldn't help shaking her body. Her lips, which were still a little bloody, were now completely pale.
Lei Zhe looked up and down the count of Huadu, and said firmly: "You are afraid of blood."
He has seen too many such cowards in his years of experience in the killing field.
"No, I didn't!" Jian Qiao shook her head, firmly denying this statement.
Assassination is a major cause of death for nobles, and if someone with ulterior motives knows about this weakness, he will fall into an extremely dangerous situation. For the wealth of Desolate City, I don't know how many people want to put him to death.
Lei Zhe's deep laughter swayed in the thick fog. Obviously, once he grasped the enemy's weak point, he would bite to death.
He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and slowly spread it out under Jian Qiao's eyes, and this handkerchief was what he used to wipe the blood on his fist before. It was covered with bright red marks and had a strong fishy smell.
"What do you think this is?" He bent down, stared straight at Jian Qiao's cold sweaty face, and said jokingly.
Jian Qiao immediately closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look directly at the blood-stained handkerchief. However, it was only a fleeting glimpse, and the crimson eyes still penetrated deeply into his mind, making him dizzy. He finally couldn't control his body any longer, staggered and fell down.
And Lei Zhe was standing in front of him.
When he fell, he fell into Lei Zhe's arms, his forehead hitting the opponent's hard chest.
Rachel was stunned.
He obviously did not expect that the Earl of Huadu would be so dizzy.
The man's body is soft and weak, and the man's forehead is fiery and hot. And this bit was hot, and it touched Lei Zhe's left chest at this moment, making his heart beat wildly and his blood flowing backwards.
He stood stiffly in place, not knowing how to place his hands. His body also began to heat up because of the heat in his chest, like a spark falling into the hay, instantly igniting a raging flame.
Jane Qiao struggled desperately in the dark, because he knew that fainting in front of a lion would kill him!
So he stretched out his hands to support Lei Zhe's chest, trying to get himself to stand up. However, he was about to lose consciousness, and he didn't know that what he called "holding up", in Lei Zhe's eyes, only gently placed a pair of weak and boneless hands on his chest.
This move is not like refusal, but more like embracing.
Lei Zhe's mind immediately woke up from the burning heat. Women often put their hands on his strong pectoral muscles when they threw their arms around him, and he was tired of the entanglement. He can even refuse the most beautiful woman in Totes, how can he tolerate the approach of a man he has just known for a while
He should have ruthlessly pushed away the count of Huadu, and then ridiculed and demeaned him.
However, when he opened his mouth, he found that his mouth was too dry to say a word. When he raised his hand, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around the other person's waist to prevent the person from slipping under the pull of gravity.
"You are really afraid of blood." Lei Zhe whispered in a hoarse voice.
"No, I'm not, I just had a serious illness." Jian Qiao was ups and downs in sobriety and dizziness, and his self-preservation instinct made him make a weak voice.
His voice was clear and clear, and with a slight tremor, it sounded like a small cat's murmur, which sounded very pitiful.
Lei Zhe smiled inappropriately. At the same time, he threw away the fishy handkerchief and stepped it into the muddy water, allowing the filth to cover up the bright red blood.
With his forehead on his chest, Jane Joe immediately felt the vibration of his strong muscles and the pounding of his heart. For some reason, the vibrations and jumps made him inexplicably settle down in an anxious and struggling state.
Lei Zhe put his arms around Earl Huadu's waist with one hand and gently kneaded the back of his neck with the other. He does the same when his cat goes into his arms.
"You know, if I want to kill you, I can break your neck bone with just five fingers. But I won't do that. I don't care to hurt a fragile little animal." Lei Zhe lowered his head, Whispered in Jane Joe's ear.
He knew he was powerful, but he never abused that power.
Hearing these words, Jian Qiao, who closed his eyes to fight against the dizziness, couldn't help thinking of Lei Zhe's pure blue eyes. With a keen intuition, he knew that he could trust the owner of these eyes.
Therefore, all his anxiety and resistance were completely dissipated at this moment. He completely softened his body and hands, and without any hesitation, he completely fit into this broad chest.
"Please help me into the carriage." Before losing consciousness, he pleaded inaudibly.
Lei Zhe felt his chest sink, and then a soft body plunged into his arms.
The Count was so fragile and helpless that even the breath from the tip of his nose was intermittent, as if he was about to stop. Lei Zhe would feel guilty if he didn't agree to the other party's request. However, on weekdays, he can ruthlessly throw the woman who is throwing his arms away, and then order the other party never to entangle.
He hates sticky people and things.
This dizzy Earl of Huadu is exactly the type he hates the most.
Lei Zhe wanted to sneer, and then ruthlessly pushed him away, but when he raised his hand, the shoving turned into a hug.
Inexplicably, he hugged the count, then put his arms under the other's armpits, supporting the man's body, and walked step by step toward the carriage that was parked on the side of the road.
The driver quickly opened the door.
Lei Zhe carried the man up effortlessly.
The driver closed the door immediately.
Lei Zhe closed the curtain with a swipe, blocking out prying eyes from the outside world.
In this short moment, Jane Qiao has regained consciousness. He vaguely knew that he was safe, so he tried to open his eyes.
Lei Zhe's sharp eyes immediately locked his eyes.
Only now did Lei Zhe realize that Mr. Count's eyelashes were actually very long and thick, casting two shadows under the eyelids. They trembled slightly, as fragile as butterfly wings.
Every inch of this man's skin was filled with frailty, cheeks too pale, eyes too melancholy, lips too thin. He is like his family emblem, an anemone blooming to full bloom, looking gorgeous, but in fact it is withering.
Lei Zhe propped up his forehead and stared at this man for a moment.
I don't know what to think, he suddenly stretched out his hand, gently untied the other party's neckline, and took away the black ribbon tie.
Then, he saw the man's slightly trembling Adam's apple.
For the beast, this is undoubtedly the most vulnerable part.
Lei Zhe stared at this small and delicate Adam's apple, and a little spark ignited in his blue eyes. The heart was beating wildly, and the feeling of blood flowing backwards came again.
He was like a beast that found its prey, and his already focused gaze instantly became extremely attractive. Then, subconsciously, he moved away from the car window, leaned back in the seat, and hid his tense face in the shadows out of the light.
It's the beast's instinct to lurch and wait for an opportunity, even if he doesn't know why he's doing it.
At this moment, Jane Qiao's two servants opened the car door. Seeing Lei Zhe's eyes flashing dangerously, they stiffened in place, and their tongues began to knot.
"Big, my lord, this is a gift box." The two of them were holding a gift box full of sewage, which was the one that Jane Qiao had dropped on the ground before.
Lei Zhe seemed to remember something, but he didn't think the gift box was dirty, so he took it.
"Close the door, don't disturb us." He ordered in a deep voice.
The two male servants obediently delivered the gift box, and then closed the car door tightly.
While removing the ribbon on the gift box, Lei Zhe secretly observed Jane Qiao with her eyes closed.
The Earl of Huadu is in a state of lucidity, but his body is weak. He had no idea how fragile and reverie his appearance was when he was leaning back on the back of the chair, his collar was slightly open, his Adam's apple wriggled up and down, his sweat dripped freely, and the blood slowly crept up his lips, cheeks, and the end of his eyes. .
He is like an anemone blooming quietly in the dark, so holy and so beautiful that one cannot restrain the desire to pluck him.
Lei Zhe tried his best to avert his gaze, and then impatiently opened the gift box in his hand.
"Is it the tears of an angel? Are you going to dedicate it to Helen? So it's not that you don't know how to flatter, you're just picking the right person. Why, you don't care to please my second son, who has no right to inherit?" He said coldly mockingly.
Obviously, when Helen extorted property from Jane Joe last night, he had come to the scene and listened to the whole process.
Jane Qiao shook her head, and then struggled to wake up. The feeling of dizziness has not completely subsided, he had to put his hand on his forehead and answer seriously, "No, I never intended to give Angel Tears to Helen Grande, you misunderstood."
Lei Zhe sneered and didn't seem to believe his words.
However, when the gift box was opened, he was surprised. Sure enough, there were no tears of angels in it, only a bottle of amber perfume lay quietly.
This gift is not only not expensive, but also very shabby.
Not only rejecting his win, but also preparing to humiliate Helen and Hall in person, this Earl of Huadu is so daring!