C395 The Knife Cut Across Qiao Xinyou's Cheek

In the end, Qiao Xinyou was forced into a corner. She only said, "Gao Yang, get the hell out of here. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

"If you have the ability, then kill me. Anyway, I am also a person who is sentenced to death." Gao Yang said fiercely.

Qiao Xinyou ignored him and really took a knife to cut Gao Yang. Gao Yang avoided it. He also grabbed Qiao Xinyou's wrist, but at this moment... Yan Yilang forced himself to stand up. He hurriedly took the knife from Qiao Xinyou's hand.

Gao Yang wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Yan Yilang's knife was already pointed at him. Gao Yang let go of Qiao Xinyou in time and wanted to dodge the knife. At the same time, he subconsciously attacked with the knife in his hand.

Qiao Xinyou saw that the knife was about to go towards Yan Yilang again, and she could not help but want to block for Yan Yilang.

Gao Yang saw Qiao Xinyou in front of him and wanted to stop.

However,

it was too late.

The sharp knife that was stained with Yan Yilang's blood cut straight through Qiao Xinyou's cheek.

Blood splattered.

Whose eyes were wet?

Gao Yang ran out of Qiao Xinyou's house in a panic.

His hands were in a hurry when he opened the door. He didn't know when his hands had fallen from his hands.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. Qiao Xinyou only felt a sharp pain on her face. She did not realize that her face had been scratched. She only knew that Gao Yang had left and Yan Yilang was safe.

The blood flowed along her face into her neck and into her clothes.

The thick smell of blood.

"Yilang, it's fine. He's gone. Great." Qiao Xinyou could not help but start to cry.

However, the person in her arms was already unconscious and could not hear.

"Yilang, Yilang." She gently shook Yan Yilang's body, but this man did not react at all.

"Phone, I want the phone. I want to call 119." Qiao Xinyou looked around for the phone in a panic. Blood mixed with tears intertwined on her face. Her hair was also messy and her entire person was in an extremely chaotic state.

"Where's the phone? Why can't I find the phone?" Tears began to flow down from the corners of her eyes.

"Where's the phone..."

She cried so hard that her heart was tearing. She looked around and finally saw the phone that slipped out of Yan Yilang's pocket.

"Hey, someone here is seriously injured. Come over quickly, it's XX Street."

Putting down the cell phone, she started to hug Yan Yilang tightly. "Yilang, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you awake?"

Qiao Xinyou wanted to stretch out her hand to test Yan Yilang's breathing. Her hand was already at the tip of his nose, but she still put her hand down. "Qiao Xinyou, Yilang is still fine. What are you doing?"

Her palm tightly covered Yan Yilang's injured chest. She looked at the bloodstains that dyed her fingers red. She said softly, "Silly Yan Yilang, don't sleep."

That time, she was lying unconscious on the bed. Yan Yilang also told her not to sleep.

But Yan Yilang, you told me not to sleep, but why did you come to sleep yourself?

Yan Yilang, you said you wouldn't lie to me, but now, you are lying to me.

"Yilang, you are safe now. Don't sleep. Didn't you say that you won't give up on hatred? Now, let me tell you, I will give up. As long as you wake up, I will give up. Alright? "

He didn't give her an answer.

Sadness and panic swept through her like a storm.

Uncle Hsu was the first to arrive. He had already brought the Yan family's private medical team. These people helped Yan Yilang deal with the situation as soon as they entered the door. They then carried Yan Yilang into the car. Qiao Xinyou also followed him into the car.

Qiao Xinyou even felt uneasy about her breathing. In the car, she looked at the various instruments of the doctors. This kind of rescue measures also reminded her of the large amount of blood in the room.

"Yilang, is he alright?"

Uncle Hsu patted Qiao Xinyou's shoulder. "Don't worry. Young Master is very lucky. He will be fine."

Qiao Xinyou nodded, but her heart was uneasy.

If, if something were to happen... No, no, no, there was no such thing as' if '.

Qiao Xinyou thought that she would actually think of' if 'and wanted to slap herself twice.

"Miss Jojinlian, it's you, your cheek."

Uncle Hsu had already seen the obvious wound.

Qiao Xinyou only then remembered that Gao Yang seemed to have cut her cheek. She slowly raised her hand. She touched the spot where the wound was. It was painful, very painful. Then, she looked at the blood on her hand. This was Yan Yilang's blood. It was also her own blood.

"I... I'm disfigured." She gently spat out these few words, then continued, "It's alright, as long as Yilang can wake up."

Uncle Hsu watched from the side and felt from the bottom of his heart that Qiao Xinyou was a good girl. He did not understand why Old Master Yan rejected Qiao Xinyou so much.

Along the way, Qiao Xinyou was worried. This kind of worry made her completely ignore the fact that her face was injured.

However, when she arrived at the Yan family's gate, she did not think that there would be another thing.

Shen Shiyan and Yan Fusheng were in a hurry to visit Yan Yilang. Old Master Yan stood guard at the gate, not letting Qiao Xinyou in.

"You should leave now. It was because of you that my grandson was injured. You are a troublemaker, a shameless person." Old Master Yan's walking stick wanted to poke the ground.

"Grandpa, I beg you, let me in. I want to go and see Yilang. " Qiao Xinyou begged with a sobbing tone.

She only wanted to stay by Yan Yilang's side. She just wanted to ensure Yan Yilang's safety.

"Get lost!" Old Master Yan's crutch hit Qiao Xinyou's leg hard.

Qiao Xinyou was weak because she was nervous. Now that she was hit by the stick, she could not bear it anymore.

She was forced to kneel on the ground.

Since she was already kneeling on the ground, she said in this kneeling posture, "Grandfather, I beg you, please let me go and see Yilang."

"Old Xu, close the door." Old Master Yan simply gave the order.

Uncle Hsu could not stand it anymore. "Master, you should let Miss Jojinlian in today. She is also injured."

"Why is she injured?" Old Master Yan turned around and scolded Uncle Hsu.

Uncle Hsu had no choice but to close the door.

The crack in the door became smaller and smaller until it was completely closed. He could not see what was inside at all.

It also closed Qiao Xinyou's last hope.

Her tears could not stop flowing. When the cold wind blew, they froze on her face and mixed with blood.

She helplessly knocked lightly on the door, "Grandpa, grandpa, you let me in. Please, let me in, okay?"

I just want to guard Yan Yilang. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of losing him.

Qiao Xinyou's heart felt like it was being torn apart.

She couldn't imagine the days without Yan Yilang.

She kept begging, but the people inside did not give her any response.

Despair filled her heart.

She leaned against the door of the Yan family and squatted, leaning against it. Then, she murmured softly, as if she was talking in her sleep, "Yilang, at that time, when I fell asleep, you must have been as scared as me. I don't want to be so scared, so get better quickly. "