President, please spoil me!

Chapter 217 "Why did you get hurt? Did he do it?"

Xing Hua's hands were numb and hot, and her fingers even trembled uncontrollably. Although she caught a glimpse of the bodyguard reaching out to her from the corner of her eye, she almost instinctively raised her hand and slapped it.

Accurate and neat, together with the next action of pushing the door heavily, it was done in one go.

She even felt that she couldn't control her whole body... The blood flowed faster and faster, and her breathing became faster and faster. She wanted to control it, but she couldn't. She kept telling herself that Huo Sicheng was not a man who would be slaughtered. Something serious is going on, and she needn't be afraid.

Afraid, is she very afraid... But she herself doesn't know what she is afraid of.

Seeing Xing Shen behind him, he raised his eyebrows.

The slamming door also interrupted Xing Lao's anger.

Xing Hua walked in.

The study was in a mess, broken vases and porcelain, thick tomes were probably also used to smash people, teacups were broken at the man's feet, desk lamps were also swept to the ground, and there were many fragments that seemed to be broken at a glance. Very complicated stuff.

Huo Sicheng's forehead was probably hit by a cup, and the injury was not serious, but the corner of his forehead was bleeding, and a trickle of blood slowly kept running down his cheek, which at first glance seemed very oozing——

On such a cold day, he should have worn a bottoming knitted sweater under his coat, but the coat was gone, and he only had a white knitted sweater scattered on his body, stained with blood deeply and shallowly, as if he had been seriously injured.

He lowered his head slightly, and his short black hair was also a little messy.

The breath is calm, but already disordered.

Even the straight standing posture in the past was slightly bent for some reason.

What's more serious is the hand, I don't know if it was cut or what, there are blood drops dripping on the floor between the fingers.

Xing Hua stood in front of the door for ten seconds, then walked up to the man in a few steps, standing between Huo Sicheng and Xing Lao.

But before he could stand still, the man pulled his arm and lifted him aside, his voice was flat, "Don't step on the debris."

Xing Hua grabbed his bleeding other hand with his backhand, and sure enough, a big gash was cut in his palm, not deep, but frighteningly thick, not a knife edge, but more like the effect of a tile on the ground.

"How did you do this?" Her sense of smell became very keen at this time, and the blood-stained white knit was particularly glaring, "Why did you get hurt? Did he do it?"

When she said this, she pointed to Mr. Xing behind the desk, and her voice became louder and louder, "An old man of his age, even if you don't fight back, don't you know how to avoid it?"

"..."

Xing Shen leaned against the door frame, narrowing his eyes to look at her.

She was emotional, and even her whole body seemed to be getting more and more tense.

It seems to be broken at any time.

"Xing Hua!" Elder Xing's emotions, which hadn't calmed down at all, were blown to a peak in an instant, because her gesture of pointing at people and the sentence full of contempt and disrespect [an old man at his age] made him very angry. The hands holding the crutches trembled, "How dare you say, if it wasn't for you, how could this happen..."

"It's not enough for you to ruin the Xing family all by yourself. You have to recruit this man back. You have to ruin everyone with the surname Xing before you give up?"

Xing Hua tilted her head to look at him, her eyes were covered with thin blood red, she didn't know whether it was from anxiety, grievance, or resentment, but this red color did not represent hot emotions, but a kind of cold beauty. He said, "Okay, Mr. Xing, if you insist on thinking that all this is because of me, I have nothing to say, but since you think it's my fault that your useless and wretched son who can't teach well wanted to rape me in the middle of the night, Then it's only natural for Huo Sicheng to see his woman was almost molested and shoot the molester a few times, you just push me, just go to me, what's the point of seeking revenge from him?"

Huo Sicheng kept staring at her face, frowning more and more, and when she was almost halfway through speaking, he reached out and held her arm, his eyes gradually became complicated and dark.

Turning his head and looking at Xing Shen, the latter also frowned, with puzzled and worried eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, tightened the strength of his fingers, and called out in a low voice, "Xing Hua."

She still looked at Mr. Xing with her eyes open, but didn't look at him, the redness in her eyes became more and more intense.

Elder Xing was furious, and pointed at her with his crutches, "He's not a thing, Xing Yong is indeed not a thing, if it wasn't for your father's death, your brother's death, would the Xing family count on a waste material? You said it yourself He almost molested you, legally you can only be sentenced to an attempted rape, you are a high-achieving law student, do you think that an attempted rape should be punished by three shots and lifelong paralysis? !

Xing Hua clenched her teeth tightly, and her unbuttoned coat could clearly see her chest heaving violently due to shortness of breath.

Of course it is not necessary.

Rape is considered a felony, and if it is attempted, it can only be mitigated. What's more, Xing Yong was stopped before he even took off his clothes.

It was originally a lynching.

"Then what do you want, Mr. Xing, do you want to take revenge privately?"

The kind of disrespect she carried from her tone to the words is the most likely to annoy an old man like Xing who has been in a high position for many years and is getting old. Although he was furious when he came back for revenge, he was not angry before Without thinking about it, even if Huo Sicheng hadn't kept provoking Xing Hua's words before he came, he might not have lost control of his emotions.

But at this moment, he was irritated to the extreme by this granddaughter who had been at odds with him for many years, especially the ironic word Xing Lao Er, and thinking of his son who died young, the grandson who died young, the only one alive but ineffective The second son, looking at this excellent but disobedient granddaughter who repeatedly brought disasters to the Xing family, lost all reason with his heart and lungs torn apart, opened the drawer of the desk and took out a gun from it.

In his early years, Mr. Xing had been on the battlefield with real swords and guns, made military achievements and climbed to the top step by step. Although he was old, his skills were still smooth and neat. Anger just slaps him, or picks up a vase and smashes it with a cane, but it is rare to actually use a gun.

The old man is irritable and irritable, and he rarely loses his sense of proportion.

He stood up straight and hurried forward, but before he could reach Elder Xing, the gun was already pointed at Xing Wei, his withered hands were trembling, and there were tears in his cloudy eyes, " If at first..."

Huo Sicheng's face changed, and he directly lifted the woman behind him with his left hand, and said calmly, "Old Xing, in history, there have been many men who like to blame women for the crime of subverting the dynasty. Is incompetence a woman's fault? Even if it is, a country that can be destroyed by a mere woman, there is no grievance if it is reshaped. Your Xing family has been prosperous for decades, and it was once called the number one family The aristocratic family, now that the descendants are withered, must it be attributed to a little girl who doesn't understand anything?"