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346 Strike first to gain the upper hand

Guan Xiaoyue is not stupid either. If Wen Rao was easy to deal with, they wouldn't have suffered so many losses.

"Xiaoyue, we are now cornered by her! Do you want to go to jail or pay compensation?"

Guo Anna continued to instigate Guan Xiaoyue.

Guan Xiaoyue's expression was slumped, "They want me to pay a total of 5 yuan for car damage and mental damage. They also want me to publicly record a video to apologize and wear a scarf on my head for a year. Only in this way can we reconcile, but if this happens, I will die socially." ? Then what’s the point of my life?”

Guan Xiaoyue neither wants to apologize nor go to jail. All good things must be hers.

"Xiaoyue, what are you still worried about now? You can't be polite to her anymore! Think about the fate of Wen Rao's cousin Liu Yibao now, do you think it has nothing to do with her?

Even if you pay and apologize, she won't let you go. She will still go all out to make you look bad. If it doesn't work, I'll pay and you'll pay. We're not trying to kill her, we're just ruining her reputation. This is called striking first to gain the upper hand. "

There was vicious hatred and calculation in Guo Anna's eyes.

She must get Zhan Yan!

Guan Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat and she nodded heavily to Guo Anna.

"Okay! I'll discuss it with Li Song."

……

Wen Rao and Zhan Yan returned home after having sex. When Zhan Yan came out of the bathroom, he saw Wen Rao waving to him on the sofa.

"come here."

Zhan Yan was stunned when he saw that the screen of the mobile phone she had put aside was still on. He thought that she had understood the meaning of the acrostic poem and was going to have a showdown with him. Suddenly, his legs felt heavy and every step was difficult.

"Raoruo, actually I am..."

Zhan Yan's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to say that he wanted to make a joke, but Wen Rao patted the seat next to him.

"I won't ask how your hand was injured, but since I saw it, I can't just sit back and ignore it for the sake of helping you. Let me bandage it for you."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, Zhan Yan was stunned for a few seconds.

hand?

Was she going to bandage the back of his hand?

After reacting, Zhan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and strode to the sofa to sit down. Wen Rao first disinfected the back of his hand with iodophor and then covered it with a band-aid.

During the whole process, her movements were delicate and gentle, her lowered eyes were soft and flowing, her facial features were delicate and calm, and when her slender fingers touched the back of his hand, there was a slight electric current flowing through his body.

"Don't touch the wound with water tonight. Disinfect it tomorrow and take a look. It's not a new injury. It's at least more than 24 hours old."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, he put down his hand. Zhan Yan didn't want it to end so soon, so he pretended to be in pain and groaned, "There is some pain around the wound too."

"Really? There's something wrong with the bones, right? It shouldn't be. If there's something wrong with the bones, you can't even lift your arms. Just try moving and let me take a look."

Wen Rao leaned closer to Zhan Yan, raised his hand and moved her body closer to him, so close that Zhan Yan could kiss her just by lowering his head.

Zhan Yan pretended to be in some pain and didn't want the benefits to end so soon.

In fact, the injury on the back of his hand was abrased when he beat Liu Yibao. Even though he was wrapped in a tie at the time, the area where the tie was not wrapped was still injured.

"Why don't you go to the hospital and have a look." Wen Rao suggested.

"No, please help me rub it. I think the few times you just rubbed it were quite comfortable."

Zhan Yan looked very natural in both his demeanor and tone, and he didn't look like he was trying to take advantage of Wen Rao at all.

Wen Rao didn't think much about it. She took a cushion and put it on her lap. She put his hand on the cushion and massaged it gently. Zhan Yan's cheek was a little bit closer to Wen Rao, and he was about to kiss her. On her cheek.