put wildness in his heart

Chapter 325 Dangerous situation
Wen Miao looked at the handful of colorful capsules and tablets in his hand, and always felt that if he took these, he would leave sooner.

She shook her head.

Shaking his head in horror.

It was rare for Shen Jiayu to show patience and continue to persuade: "If you take medicine, you will get better."

"..."

Wen Miao swallowed.

I'm afraid that if he took the medicine, his life would die sooner, right?

Wen Miao still shook her head.

He shook his head resolutely.

Seeing that this method didn't work, Shen Jiayu changed his words, his tone softened, and he said in a gentle tone as if he was soaked in water: "Come on, Dalang, it's time to take your medicine."

Wen Miao: "..."

May I ask if your name is Shen Jiayu or Pan Jinlian?
Wen Miao was speechless for a moment, and still resigned to his fate, he picked out two fever-reducing pills from his handful of colorful capsules and small round pills, put them in his mouth, picked up the water glass and swallowed them, and the others were not. Ken ate again: "There are too many, this one is enough."

Shen Jiayu was no longer reluctant.

Wen Miao seldom gets sick, and the last time she got sick was still...Wen Miao recalled it carefully, and then realized that it had been too long, and she couldn't remember it anymore. Her physique is good, and she is as strong as a cow. Dalian didn't catch a cold a few times.

I haven't taken any medicine when I'm sick. I usually just drink some hot water and sleep with my head covered.

This time, I guess she had a lot of fun in the snow—she shouldn’t have stayed up in the middle of the night, dragged Wen Yan up abruptly, and went to build a snowman in the yard. The snowman was not finished yet, so she had to learn ancient poetry The old man in the village "fishes for the cold river and snow alone".

Wen Yan also went to the warehouse to rummage through boxes and chests to find a straw hat for her.

As for the coir raincoat, it was too difficult to find it in the middle of the night, so Wen Yan 0185213787 temporarily replaced it with a quilt list.

In fact, fishing alone was fine, it wasn't a big problem, the big problem was that she didn't catch a fish, her foot slipped, and she fell into the lake by herself.

Wen Miao could swim, but the water was too cold, so she didn't react for a while, splashed twice, and choked twice.

Fortunately, the small lake dug in the yard was not deep, so Wen Yan hurriedly fished up his dead and unlucky sister.

After tossing like this for half the night, Wen Miao finally managed to get himself caught a cold, and developed a fever along the way.

In addition, because of the final exam, I stayed up for several nights to read and memorize the materials, and the cold became more and more serious, and it didn't get better until the end of the exam week.

Shen Jiayu originally wanted to arrest her and take her to the hospital for an IV, but Wen Miao refused to go. The compromise was that both of them gave in. The hospital could not go, but the medicine had to be taken.

Swallowing the two antipyretics, Wen Miao wrinkled her face, and even drank half a glass of water to suppress the bitter taste on the tip of her tongue. Shen Jiayu took out a lollipop from nowhere, opened the wrapper, stuffed into her mouth.

Wen Miao bit the candy into pieces, threw the white candy stick into the trash can, patted her buttocks and stood up: "I have to go home, my mother is waiting for me to eat."

Shen Jiayu glanced at the time, it was past six o'clock, and it was time for dinner.

He got up and said, "I'll take you back."

"No need." Wen Miao tugged at her short and thin skirt, "There is so much snow on the road, it's not safe for you to drive back and forth."

Shen Jiayu's gaze paused for a moment on her exposed smooth calf, and his tone clearly disapproved: "Are you leaving like this?"

The temperature has reached 39 degrees, how dare you wear such little clothes?
I have to say that Wen Miao is really fierce.

"It's okay, go out and call a taxi." Wen Miao tugged at the sweater she was wearing nonchalantly, "It's not like the car doesn't have heating."

Shen Jiayu: "Don't you still have a fever?"

"It's okay." Wen Miao shook her head, "I'm still quite conscious, and I know where my home is."

Even though he said so, Shen Jiayu was really worried about letting a sick patient like Wen Miao go back by himself, turned around to get the car keys, and before going downstairs, he took his own coat from the closet and asked Wen Miao to put it on up.

Walking downstairs and coming out from the back door, Wen Miao suddenly stopped and touched the pocket of her sweater.

Shen Jiayu stopped and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"I seem to have forgotten to take off my phone." Wen Miao said.

"Then you go to the car first." Shen Jiayu gave her the car keys and rubbed her head, "I'll go upstairs to get them."

Wen Miao: "It should be on the sofa."

"Okay, got it."

The car was parked on the side of the road, Wen Miao put the car keys in his pocket, and then stepped out cautiously.

The stone steps at the back door were stepped on, the snow on them turned into water, and soon formed a layer of ice. Wen Miao didn't dare to jump directly this time, for fear that his soles would slip and fall on his back.

Cautiously going down the steps, Wen Miao pressed the car key with his hand in his pocket, and the lights of the black Cayenne parked on the side of the road came on and the car was locked.

Wen Miao went around to the co-pilot's side, and was about to open the car door and sit in when a cold hand suddenly stretched out from behind her without a sound, and pressed it firmly on her right shoulder.

At the same time, a gentle and smiling voice came from the top of his head: "Long time no see, little friend.",
Wen Miao turned her head subconsciously.

The voice was a bit familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but before she could recall it, she had already raised her head, and a strange yet familiar face of a man came into view, Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately Showing a sense of vigilance, he took half a step back: "—is it you?"

Because of her movement, the man's hand on her shoulder fell away, and his arm drooped. He didn't care, but smiled at her gently.

Wen Miao's next move was to turn her head and look in the direction of the back door. After making sure that Shen Jiayu hadn't come down, she felt a little relieved, and her eyes suddenly turned cold when she looked at Shen Tao: "What do you want to do again?"

Wen Miao hasn't heard any news about Shen Tao for a long time. She had specifically explained to Cui Cheng and Xu Meng before, asking them to pay more attention to the surroundings of the bar, but Shen Tao seemed to have disappeared. Wen Miao Miao almost forgot his existence.

It may also be because Shen Jiayu is not at the bar - after returning from Lecheng in June, Shen Jiayu moved back to live in the old house, and rarely comes to West Street, and Shen Tao no longer hangs around the bar all the time. It's spinning.

I didn't expect to bump into it by chance today.

wrong.

It should not be said to be a coincidence, it should be said to be as he wished.

He has been paying attention to this side.

Thinking about this clearly, Wen Miao frowned, and Shen Tao had already spoken: "Little friend, I'm actually curious about something, I wonder if you can explain it to me?"

His tone was very gentle, and the expression on his face was easy-going and kind, like a very patient elder: "What's so good about A Yu that it's worth protecting him like this?"

When he said this, Shen Tao tilted his head slightly, as if he was genuinely confused.

The vigilance in Wen Miao's eyes did not diminish in half because of his gentle and harmless attitude. In fact, she really wanted to open his head and see what was inside.

She couldn't understand Shen Tao's actions at all, while pulling Shen Jiayu, she had such an attitude.

He even called Shen Jiayu "A Yu" affectionately.

Wen Miao just felt creepy.

Is this fucking pervert?

Even if it's not a pervert, it's a disease of the brain.

So Wen Miao only thought for half a second, then resolutely gave up the polite attitude she should have towards her elders, and answered him with five words indifferently: "What's none of your business?"

Didn't say "None of your shit" is the last courtesy she can offer right now.

Shen Tao was not annoyed when he heard the words, instead he smiled lowly, as if he was very happy.

Wen Miao silently labeled him again in her heart:
--ill.

Looks pretty sick.

After laughing, Shen Tao stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to rub Wen Miao's head, but Wen Miao dodged it reflexively, his palm was empty, Shen Tao didn't feel embarrassed, and calmly Withdrawing his hand, he only smiled and said, "Little friend, I quite like you."

Wen Miao didn't make a sound, just looked at him calmly.

She wanted to see what Shen Tao wanted to do, he definitely wouldn't come all the way here just to chat with her.

Then Wen Miao saw him slowly take out a pocket knife from his pocket, the pocket knife was clearly sharpened, the blade was thin and sharp, with a cold silvery light.

After that, the blade of the jackknife lightly pressed against the skin under her eyelids.

Wen Miao: "...?"

No, she wants to ask this psychopath friend for advice. Is this what you mean by "I really like it"? ? ?

The person you like is really unlucky.

Wen Miao updated the label she just put on him in a timely manner:

——It’s not that I’m sick, it’s like I have that serious illness.

Although she had a cold and a fever, she didn't have much strength, but if she wanted to dodge this, she could dodge it. The reason why Wen Miao didn't dodge this time was... She couldn't feel any malice towards her from Shen Tao.

She can be sure that Shen Tao will not do anything to her.

This made Wen Miao confused and confused.

Sure enough, as she intuitively expected, Shen Tao quickly withdrew his hand, and only played with the jackknife between his fingers: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He smiled, with a gentle expression on his handsome face, and said softly, "I just..."

Wen Miao narrowed her eyes slightly.

It's just that before he finished speaking, the wind chime on the glass door of the bar made a clear "ding bell" first. The sound of the wind chime hit his ears, and Wen Miao felt a "thump" in his heart, and a certain part of his chest jumped out instantly. Shoot, she turned her head suddenly to look in the direction of the back door.

He saw Shen Jiayu who was striding towards this side.

The flashes of cold light on the blade of the jackknife reflected in his eyes, like a frosted sword.

Until this moment, Wen Miao finally understood what Shen Tao wanted to do.

He wanted Shen Jiayu to sink into the mud like him.

What is death?

It's too easy, you can't let go of your anger at all, you don't know anything after you die, and you can only live if you see the child who has the closest blood relationship with you suffer and struggle, and become like him little by little. He felt exhilarated.

Thinking of this, Shen Tao was so excited that his fingertips trembled.

Look, no one has escaped.

Yu Qun is like this.

Yu Xi is like this.

Even the second elder of the Yu family is like this.

Shen Tao thought maliciously, no one should think about it, since he has become like this, it's better for everyone to be together.

Wen Miao's palms broke out in a layer of cold sweat.

She wanted to understand why Shen Tao was willing to show kindness to her, because he didn't need to attack her at all, he only needed to let Shen Jiayu know that he would threaten her, and that was enough.

The jackknife swung out towards her, it was like stabbing Shen Jiayu's nipples with a knife.

A silent threat.

Outright provocation.

The cold sweat on Wen Miao's hands was thick again, and without thinking, she shouted at Shen Jiayu: "Shen Jiayu, stop—!"

Shen Jiayu paused slightly.

Wen Miao became anxious, and shouted again: "Don't come over, don't come over! Do you hear me?"

Seeing Shen Jiayu's posture, Wen Miao had no doubt that he would cremate Shen Tao on the spot.

She can't stop Shen Jiayu, not to mention that he usually gives way to her, but now, she is still running a fever, and her hands are even weaker, if Shen Jiayu really wants to send Shen Tao a cremation funeral For the service gift package, she can only stare blankly.

Now Wen Miao just wants him to stay as far away from Shen Tao as possible.

Seeing that Shen Jiayu stopped obediently, Shen Tao was slightly surprised, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he glanced at Wen Miao with great interest, and then made a move that no one expected.

He suddenly turned to face Shen Jiayu, and abruptly threw the jackknife he was playing with to Shen Jiayu's feet.

Wen Miao froze for a moment, then frowned.

What is going on in the pervert's mind, of course, cannot be figured out with ordinary people's thinking, but Wen Miao has an intuition that nothing good will happen next.

Subconsciously, she wanted to walk towards Shen Jiayu.

Unexpectedly, he was gently pushed down by Shen Tao. He didn't have much strength, but the snow on the ground had condensed into ice, and it was very slippery to step on. Wen Miao was pushed so abruptly by him that she lost her balance and fell directly. A solid butt pier.

Standing on all fours, almost on all fours.

Wen Miao: "...grass?"

Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, but luckily she was short and her bones didn't fall apart.

Thinking about it, the height saved her.

Shen Tao tilted his head to look at her, blinked his left eye at her lightly, there was a sense of apology in his eyes, and his voice was soft and gentle: "I'm sorry, kid." He apologized sincerely, "I can't help it, I need you Just cooperate."

Wen Miao: "... Grass!"

With all due respect, it doesn't seem like he really has that serious illness.

It took Wen Miao half a second to greet the [-]th generation of Shen Tao's ancestors with the quality [-]th company without any punctuation in his heart.

Then when he went up to greet Shen Tao's Seventh Aunt or Eighth Aunt, he suddenly realized - no, the eighteenth generation of his ancestors seemed to be also the eighteenth generation of her boyfriend's ancestors?

So Wen Miao slammed on the brakes again, forcing herself to stop talking.

Sorry for the early greeting.

(End of this chapter)