Chapter 592: Uncle this old wolf dog

Waiting for the little woman in her arms to respond, Fei Yunze said, "Who isn't hooking up? If not, I'll sacrifice myself to be your student."
The person in his arms did not speak for a long time.
He felt the wetness and coldness of his chest, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and sure enough he saw the tears on her face.
This little woman, teardrops are not worth the money, just drop it.
He frowned, glancing at her.
But she cried silently with her head down.
Eyelashes hang down, tears are pouring from the bottom of her eyes, and her little lips are slightly pursed by her, her face is clear, but this look, but weak, is like a vase broken at the touch.
She didn't mean to speak at all.
His lips were also squinted, and her tears seemed to tickle in his heart, making him a little irritable, and he didn't like her crying at all.
Because of this, his heart was faint and somewhat irritable, and he could not tell what it was, but he could not send out this unknown fire.
Just staring at her, she bowed her head, as if she had entered her own world, not to mention looking up at him.
After a brief confrontation, he finally lost in her tears and asked her, "What's wrong? Well, why are you crying?"
She did not respond.
He relaxed and held her, and she immediately got up to find her clothes in the bedroom.
Is this a joke?
why?
A woman's temper is always so inexplicable, so he feels that even though she feels very fresh to her now, as long as one month, he will definitely get bored.
He followed, grabbing her by the shoulder and holding someone in his arms. Although he was impatient, he softened his voice: "What the is it? Do n’t want to take me as a student? Just want to hook up with Fei Jiayu?"
She struggled and shoved him: "I didn't associate with anyone, I didn't associate with anyone, I didn't, I didn't!"
She suddenly resisted and he was caught off guard. She was pushed away without defense. She took a few steps and ran into the kitchen. She picked up the knife that he had cut vegetables for today, and almost hesitated towards her. Wrist cut away: "I didn't, I didn't hook him up, I didn't, I didn't ..."
The sound in her mouth was sharper than the sound of despair, and her tear-stained face was a frightening madness and determination.
He didn't even have time to think about it at that moment, and rushed to grab the knife in her hand for the first time, but even so, her wrist was flowing like blood.
While he was looking for gauze to wrap her wrists, he wrapped her in her clothes and rushed out the door.
The momentary madness just seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She looked dull and nestled in his arms, her eyes lost, and she looked dumb and without any expression.
Sitting in the car and holding the steering wheel, I realized afterwards that he was so full of blood that he was injured when he grabbed the kitchen knife in her hand.
The blood was still flowing, and it was okay not to look at it. At this point, the palm of my hand suddenly hurt, and my heart was piercing.
Although he was driving calmly on his face, his heart seemed to be suddenly panic-stricken and frightened. He didn't even know why she was suddenly like this. Seems to be shaking.
He couldn't believe it. If he reacted slowly, if he did, what would happen if he hadn't snatched the knife in her hand.
What happened to her?