put wildness in his heart

Chapter 144 "Roll."

Ji Hang: "...?"

He was right, she really didn't come to persuade the fight.

She came to escort Shen Jiayu, right?
When the nearby melon eaters heard Wen Miao's words, they also had the look of seeing a ghost on their faces.

Friend, what did you just say?
This is called "property"?
You call this "property"?
My friend, can you speak from your conscience? ? ?

Shen Jiayu's eyes quickly withdrew from the two teenagers on the ground, and slowly fell on the woman standing next to him, with an inexplicable and unexplainable contempt in his eyes.

He asked slowly, "Who did you just say you were looking for?"

"..."

The woman's face was pale, she opened her beautiful almond eyes, opened her mouth in panic, but couldn't say anything.

Seeing the woman's reaction, Shen Jiayu smiled instead.

Xu Meng next to him was suddenly numb from his laughter, and felt that the hairs all over his body were exploding.

Fuck, bro, stop laughing.

The more you laugh, the more f*cking panic I get.

After all, he was an inexperienced boy. The two brothers who had been lying on the ground for a long time were already stunned by such a posture. The woman was the first to recover, and stepped forward, holding back her fear, and pulled the two brothers up.

Shen Jiayu didn't intend to stop her, he glanced at her without interest, and had no other reaction.

The two brothers supported each other and barely stood up, gritted their teeth slightly and took two steps back.

The atmosphere was inexplicably tense, and no one spoke.

Shen Jiayu didn't know what he was thinking, his thin eyelids drooped, and his eyes fell on the blood-stained glass shards on the ground.

The waiter brother standing around looked at his boss, and then at the three siblings who seemed to be stupefied, looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Do you want to follow the old rules?

Take people there first to settle accounts and lose money?

When the waiters were hesitating, a soft voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Shen Jiayu."

Familiar people know who it is as soon as they hear it.

Shen Jiayu's drooping eyelashes moved slightly, as if he had recovered from his own thoughts, he raised his eyes, glanced at the three people opposite him without emotion, and said in a low voice, "Get lost."

Immediately, a path spread out from the crowd.

The two brothers gritted their teeth slightly, and at the same time pulled the woman with a pale face beside them, turned and left the bar.

But the customers in the bar are still there.

The waiters didn't withdraw either, they were still stationed three floors in and out, and dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at Shen Jiayu.

As if waiting for him to speak.

Shen Jiayu ignored them, and his eyes fell on Wen Miao, who was at the front of the crowd.

Without hesitation, Wen Miao took a few steps forward and stood in front of him.

She could feel that, unlike when she was facing Shen Tao, Shen Jiayu just put it away, which is why she didn't make a sound at first.

Wen Miao raised her face slightly, her eyes rested on the wound on the side of his face, and her eyebrows frowned.

Why is the wound still bleeding?

Shen Jiayu didn't care about the wound at all, just looked at her for a moment without any expression on his face, and then asked softly: "Are you scared by me?"

His voice was not loud, and his tone sounded the same as usual, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

Wen Miao didn't speak, and looked away from his wound.

She looked at him and blinked, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and covered his eyes with her hands.

The light was blocked, and the field of vision instantly darkened.

Shen Jiayu didn't move.

The music in the bar stopped long ago, and the guests who watched the excitement were not stupid. They felt the unusually tense atmosphere in the bar, and they all shut their mouths tightly.

No one dared to make a noise at such a time to make fun of themselves.

The front hall was completely silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

In this silent and silent darkness, Shen Jiayu heard Wen Miao softly whisper in his ear: "No. Shen Jiayu, don't look at them, look at me."

As the voice fell, the hand covering the eyelids was removed.

The light came again.

Shen Jiayu lowered his eyes and looked into a pair of clean and bright eyes.

None of the fearful and alienating emotions he had imagined.

Just pure, unabashed, worry.

……

Wen Miao dragged Shen Jiayu up to the third floor.

At the stairway, I just ran into Cui Cheng who was holding sanitary tools to clean up the mess.

Wen Miao stopped, and briefly explained to Cui Cheng: "It's closed today, you take someone to clear the venue. After clearing the venue, you and Xu Meng go back, there is no need to keep anyone in the bar."

Cui Cheng subconsciously glanced at her boss, and seeing that Shen Jiayu had no intention of speaking, she nodded immediately, put aside the work she was doing temporarily, and led someone to clear the venue.

Shen Jiayu's room was on the third floor.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the scattered light and shadow of the street lamps outside the window were faintly projected in, so it looked a little dim.

Wen Miao closed the door, raised her hand and touched the light control panel on the wall, and the ceiling lamp instantly lit up a circle of soft yellow light.

Entering the living room, Wen Miao pushed him into the sofa, looked around and asked, "Where is the medicine box?"

Shen Jiayu didn't speak.

Wen Miao looked around, but couldn't find it, and turned around again: "I'm asking you something."

Shen Jiayu was quiet for two seconds before pointing to the short cabinet under the projector.

Wen Miao went over and took out the medicine box from the drawer of the low cabinet. While opening it, she sat down on the coffee table opposite the sofa.

The wound is not deep, but it is very long, two or three centimeters, just below the outer corner of the eye.

Any more and you'll hurt your eyes.

Wen Miao tapped his wound with an alcohol swab, looking worried: "Will this leave a scar?"

Shen Jiayu tilted his head slightly when he heard the words.

Wen Miao quickly held her down: "Hey, don't move."

The Band-Aid almost went crooked.

When he got closer, he realized that there was also a small scratch on his eyelid.

It's just that the scratch is very shallow and it doesn't bleed anymore.

Wen Miao stared at it, and seemed to remember something, took the cotton swab and asked him, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shen Jiayu's eyelids drooped: "No."

But Wen Miao obviously didn't believe his words, and felt that he was perfunctory and planned to be self-reliant: "Forget it, let me see for myself."

Shen Jiayu paused: "...?"

What is "forget it"?
What is it?

Did she not hear the word "no" he said just now?
Wen Miao pushed the medicine box resting on her lap to the side, and reached out to lift Shen Jiayu's clothes. Shen Jiayu was stunned for a rare moment, and barely managed to hold back her hand that was poking over before her sweater was lifted up. tiny hand.

Wen Miao twitched back, but didn't twitch, and simply raised her head: "Let me see."

Shen Jiayu narrowed his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

"Of course it's to see if you're hurt." Wen Miao said.

(End of this chapter)