142 Worry
Xiao Moye's movements stopped, his hands were still pressing on Hong Lei's head, his head tilted slightly, his gaze fell on Chu Huan's face. Red eyes, pale cheeks, and a trace of fear between the brows.
What is she afraid of? Is it Hong Lei? Or is it... him
"Afraid?" he asked.
The little head nodded.
"Afraid he will die?"
The little head nodded again.
"But, why should you be afraid?" The gorgeous voice is as beautiful as silk and bamboo, but it is also unusually cold like a thousand-year-old ice soul. "Such a person will die if he dies."
She suddenly raised her head and looked at him in shock. His expression was faint, as if this kind of thing was a natural thing. Human life is not important in his eyes, the only thing he cares about is...
Her heart shook suddenly, looking at the way he looked at her, his pupils were covered with her.
"Look, it's actually very easy to kill him, just cut the artery, or..." His hand was like a gun, and it was on Hong Lei's temple.
Even if it is a society under the rule of law, it is still very simple to really kill a person.
Chu Huan's hand holding Xiao Mo Ye's waist stiffened slightly. Across his military uniform, she could feel something hard that seemed to be wearing under his uniform. The outline shape of that thing was a gun!
He is not comparing, he is serious!
A cold sweat broke out on her body, and she hurriedly said, "No!"
Xiao Moye frowned slightly, and looked thoughtfully at the woman holding his waist, "Sympathize with him?" Even if it's just sympathy, even if it's just pity, he doesn't want her feelings to be shared with others. .
Chu Huan bit his lip, glanced at the half-dead Hong Lei, and quickly looked away. Hong Lei's appearance at the moment is a bit shocking, just like those special effects on TV and movies. But she knew that all the blood shed on that person's body at this moment was real blood.
This is the first time she has seen people be beaten like this in reality, and the fear in her heart can be imagined.
But for a man who wanted to beat her half-dead and crippled a few minutes ago, she didn't have the virgin to overflow with sympathy to sympathize with such a person. Thinking about it the other way round, Hong Lei had conflicts with her twice, and it seemed that he was worse than her in the end. In some way, he was actually very bad.
"No, I didn't sympathize with him." She shook her head, her hand holding his waist tightened again, "But if you really want to hit it again, you, you will be caught by the police." Of course, it's a crash again. , And beating people like this again, Chu Huan was not sure whether the police would "enter" Xiao Moye to go in for tea and chat or something.
He smiled suddenly, this smile, like Ruixue melted by Mu Chun, melted the coldness and haze on his face, "I'll be fine." It's just a Hong Lei, and it won't make him feel "Something's going on." "To the point. "You worry—Is it me?" he asked, his expression focused.
His gaze was so strong that there was a blush on her pale complexion. Nodded, Chu Huan confessed, "Well, I... worry about you." After a pause, she said again, "Don't fight, anyway... He has suffered too, so I shouldn't dare to do it next time."
He glanced faintly at Hong Lei, who was already weak and yelling. With a loose hand, Hong Lei's body slid down the wall.
Turning around, his hand wanted to touch her cheek, but after seeing the blood in his hand, he paused, his hand was full of Hong Lei’s blood, and he didn’t want her to be affected. This blood is stained.
I was about to retract my hand, but I didn’t want her to grab his hand first, even though her hand was trembling and her brows were twisted. The blood in this hand seemed to make her look again. She turned pale, but she still grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, the blood is not mine." He replied.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, and spontaneously and automatically fumbled out the veil he was carrying with him, wiping the blood from his hand.
His joy is so close to him.
Xiao Moye looked at Chu Huan, her skin exposed outside her clothes had traces of being rubbed by stones, and her elbows and knees were all scratched. There was obvious redness and swelling on her face, which was obviously beaten out.
The dark eyes sank, and his fingertips slid very lightly over the redness and swelling on her face, but it still caused her to shrink slightly.
"Hong Lei?" He asked.
"No, it was the one who caught me." Chu Huan replied.
When she said this, Da Qiang, who was standing far away, suddenly had a horror. He has seen Hong Lei's experience from the beginning to the end. Master Hong, who usually bows and bows, has become this kind of look. It can only show one thing, this man is more ruthless than Shao Hong!
Xiao Moye also simply said softly to Chu Huan, "Wait for me." Then he walked to the group of gangsters in the Feng Gang and asked directly who slapped Chu Huan in the face.
There was no need for other gangsters to identify, Da Qiang immediately weakened his legs, his expression was very flustered, and Xiao Moye could see the problem at a glance. I didn't talk nonsense immediately, and walked forward and slapped his ears at Daqiang.
Happiness!
His mouth was full of blood and his face was swollen like something.
The gangsters of the wind gang wanted to escape, but they didn’t dare to escape. After all, the rank of others, but the major general, a few of them, can run away from the monk. Besides, Hong Lei, the mastermind, still has his life. , It would be better to be beaten up at this moment, maybe you can still save this life.
Of course, when these people were beaten by Xiao Moye, they all pointed at the sky in their hearts. I thought that helping Hong Lei to do things, he would be able to reap some benefits, but the result was not good, the benefits were not reaped, and he was almost dead.
Chu Huan’s shoes were also very surprised. Although Xiao Moye helped her to avenge her and made her feel relieved, but given that he beat those people so badly, how they were beyond the scope of legitimate defense, she became more and more worried. weight.
When a group of people were lying on the ground, the citizen trembling with both legs said to a certain major general, "Do you want to call the police?"
The most popular, Xiao Moye did not call the police, but called Wu Shao. When Wu Shao drove anxiously to the scene of the incident, he saw that Maybach and Mercedes-Benz were "loving each other". There were several people around. The wind helped those gangsters, at least they could still scream on the ground with strength, and Hong Lei didn't even have the strength to hum.