Chapter 357 Return to Yesterday 40
After dinner, Song Huaian sent them back to the dormitory.
Lingyao still lives in the dormitory. Although she bought a house outside, it has just been renovated and it will take a few months for the smell to get rid of before she can move in.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they returned to the dormitory. Perhaps because they were too soft-hearted, Zhang Yue and the others said a lot of good things about Song Huaian.
Lingyao felt happy after listening to this.
They have good taste!
God of Wealth baby is just that good.
Lingyao fell asleep listening to their flattery to the God of Wealth.
As a result, before dawn the next day, Lingyao was awakened by Fu's screams.
"Are you in heat? Why are you screaming?" Lingyao said in a sinister tone.
Bao Fu, who has always been very cowardly in front of the host, was rarely scared away by Ling Yao's tone.
"Host baby, the God of Wealth is in danger!"
It was still dark and the highway was completely empty, without even a car in sight.
...Yes, there is a luxury car speeding on the highway, and only a shadow can be seen.
Lingyao looked calm, but she never let go of her foot on the accelerator.
Waiting for the place given by Baofu.
The car turned a corner and left a white mark on the ground. Before it stopped, the door was pushed open.
A girl jumped out of the car in a neat and handsome manner.
The abandoned warehouse filled with debris was filled with a strong smell of blood.
There were many people lying on the ground in all directions.
There was a chair in the middle, and a man was sitting on it with a distracted and sinister look.
He looked at Song Huaian, who was surrounded and struggling to death, and a sneer appeared on his handsome face.
When Song Huaian finally fell to the ground after being attacked by multiple people, Xu Zhou stood up from his seat.
He walked up to Song Huaian in his shiny leather shoes and squatted down.
When he met Song Huaian's eyes that were still cold and unyielding, the dark ink in his pupils melted away.
The voice is uniquely arrogant.
"Song Huaian, who the hell allowed you and Ruan Lingyao to be together?"
Xu Zhou's words made people laugh, as if Ruan Lingyao was his property and he had to get his approval before doing anything.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly chuckled, but that laugh sounded very strange in the empty warehouse.
"She seems to like you quite a lot, but it doesn't matter. Once you disappear, she will forget you sooner or later."
As he spoke, he moved his toes, but before he could lift them, he was hit hard on the back with a stick.
A stick came down and hit Xu Zhou, causing him to stagger and groan.
Lingyao looked at the tragedy on the ground and helped Song Huaian up.
Xu Zhou was clearly using his numbers to bully the minority, and he never cared about fairness or justice, as long as he got the result he wanted.
No matter how unscrupulous the means are, it is justified.
Only the winners have the right to speak, who cares what the weak say.
Lingyao helped Song Huaian to sit on the chair with a cold face.
None of Xu Zhou's people in the field tried to stop him, but waited for Xu Zhou's order.
Xu Zhou endured the severe pain in his back, stood up and was stunned when he saw Lingyao.
Then he smiled and said, "Baby, what are you doing here? It's better if you're not here for this kind of situation, otherwise it will affect our relationship in the future."
Everyone around Xu Zhou was shocked when they heard what Xu Zhou said. What kind of love-hate relationship was this among the wealthy families?
Lingyao just thought Xu Zhou was a lunatic.
Xu Zhou was not afraid at all that Lingyao would know about this, but he was rather curious about how Lingyao found her way here.
During this period, he discovered that there were many things about Lingyao that he could not understand.
This made Xu Zhou a little angry. Could it be that she was pretending when she was with him before?
Lingyao put Song Huaian down, then raised her hand to tidy up the messy hair on Song Huaian's forehead.
His finger touched the purple corner of Song Huaian's mouth, and when he saw Song Huaian frowning, he immediately retracted his finger.
Under the light, Song Huaian looked up at her with his dark eyebrows and eyes, and the light cast a layer of watery light in his eyes.
Although Lingyao's eyes were still cold, Song Huaian could see the uncontrollable anger in her eyes.
"I'm fine, don't be too angry." He quickly spoke to comfort her.
The look on God of Wealth's face broke Lingyao's heart.
She hummed lightly and turned away.
His cold eyes glanced to the side.
He picked up a gray bench in the warehouse and threw it towards Xu Zhou.
Seeing this, the people around Xu Zhou immediately stepped forward, surrounded Xu Zhou, and raised their hands to resist.
But the chair that the girl threw over lightly turned out to be as heavy as a thousand pounds when it pressed down on him.
He pressed down on several people, forcing them back a few steps, and then was knocked to the ground by the force.
The girl had walked up to them without them noticing and kicked them away like dead dogs.
He walked straight in front of Xu Zhou, pressed his fingers on Xu Zhou's face and pressed it hard to the ground.
Xu Zhou met Lingyao's eyes, which were still those beautiful eyes.
But there was no trace of shyness or tenderness in his eyes.
The pair of eyes in front of me were like ice cubes frozen in winter, freezing my fingers so much that they hurt. Just looking at them made me feel cold.
At this moment, there was a hint of murderous intent in those icy eyes, a murderous intent that made people tremble with fear.
It was the first time that Xu Zhou felt a chill down his spine when being stared at by a pair of eyes, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
"You are not her. She likes me, she wouldn't look at me like that!" Xu Zhou's lips trembled, his eyes filled with fear and panic.
"No one likes you, so how can you deserve it?" Lingyao said this in a light voice, and her hands were ruthless.
The brutal scene made everyone nearby who were about to step forward stand there in a daze, too frightened to move forward.
It was Song Huaian who called for a halt, shouting, "Stop it, dear! It's not worth it for him."
Lingyao then let go of her hand, feeling a little regretful as she looked at Xu Zhou, who was barely breathing, on the ground.
The God of Wealth should have been sent away earlier.
Failed!
But soon, the people she called arrived. Lingyao pushed Song Huaian into the car, and the private doctor who arrived immediately came forward to examine Song Huaian.
Seeing this, Lingyao was about to get out of the car, but Song Huaian grabbed her wrist.
"Where?"
Lingyao took Song Huaian's hand away and said seriously, "I'll go take care of it."
Seeing that Song Huaian still looked worried, she added, "Be good," to comfort him.
After getting off the car, he walked straight into the warehouse and opened and closed the warehouse door.
The big men who were lifting Xu Zhou from the ground saw Lingyao coming back, with confusion and fear in their eyes.
But soon, only fear was left in their eyes.
Song Huaian's injuries were not serious, just some superficial wounds. He was held in the hospital by Lingyao for half a month.
He coaxed Lingyao to go home to recuperate, but in fact Song Huaian felt that he was already well.
But every time he said this to Lingyao, Lingyao looked at him with disgust.
However, Lingyao did not disagree with Song Huaian going home to recuperate.
It’s just that it will take a few days for Lingyao to move into that house. Once the house is ready, Lingyao will move in with Song Huaian.
Song Huaian looked at the vehicle driving into the newly built villa area with some confusion.
"My dear, my home is not here."
Although the place where he lives is not bad, it is still a bit different from this villa area.
Lingyao hummed lightly, didn't say much, and got out of the car calmly.
As soon as they got out of the car, someone came out to greet them from the villa.