Chapter 283

Tang Miao was awakened by two heavy blows in a trance, she tried her best to open her eyes, and vaguely saw a familiar figure running towards her. Tang Miao felt that she was being lifted up, her hands were trembling slightly, it was probably because the old guy was too old and useless, so even lifting her hand was trembling.

Tang Miao trembled her eyelids and smiled wryly. After all, she did not escape.

She only hated herself for not being able to hit it more violently. Even if she didn't die, it would be nice to just let herself pass out, at least she could escape this damn torture. She thought that her body would be touched by that rough and fleshy hand, and that big greasy mouth...

"Ouch..." Tang Miao couldn't bear it any longer, and retched to the side with a wow. The person who lifted himself up followed closely, trying to grab her hand, and still touching his face.

Tang Miao exhausted all her strength and slapped the hand off her face. Even if she can't escape, she must not feel it clearly!

Tang Miao pursed her lips resolutely, and when the people around her were frantically resisting her casually waving hands and unable to control herself, she struggled hard, and most of her body fell outside. Miao jumped down.

Tang Miao didn't care how cold and painful she was when she fell on the tiles, she quickly got up, there was an injury on her forehead, and the bleeding that had finally stopped automatically, at this moment burst again due to violent exercise, and the blood blurred Tang Miao's eyes . She wiped her eyes, tried her best to see the direction of the coffee table, usually dodged the man who was chasing him, and slammed into the coffee table again with all her strength...

"Tang Miao!" An anxious cry came from his ear, which sounded very familiar.

Tang Miao smiled wryly, forgive her for being cowardly, when she was looking for death, she would still be afraid to think of him, and only his existence, even just mentioning his name, would instantly inspire her with great courage. Seeing that she was about to bump into the corner of the coffee table, Tang Miao smiled happily, closed her eyes, and pointed her head straight up...

Tang Miao frowned, her head didn't hit any cold sharp corner, and the pain was gone. What followed was a piece of softness, and on the forehead was the residual warmth of that soft thing. The touch was very familiar, but Tang Miao, who was in panic, had no time to take care of it.

She fell into a warm embrace again, and the man could feel Tang Miao's whole body trembling when she touched him. He held his breath in distress, for fear that any movement would cause the person in his arms to collapse and do something even more terrifying.

The person who came was not the seventy-eighty Father Li, but Song Ling who had just arrived.

As soon as he arrived, he saw that disgusting old man drooling and reaching out to touch Tang Miao. And Tang Miao's face was covered with blood, and she collapsed lifelessly beside the coffee table, red water droplets dripping drop by drop on the sharp corners of the coffee table.

He rushed forward and grabbed the old man's back collar, slammed it to the side, as if he couldn't understand his hatred, he followed up and kicked twice, hitting the most painful place with his feet, and of course the raised place. Song Ling mercilessly stomped on it, and the man let out a scream. The place under him was flattened and never raised again.

Song Ling hugged the weak Tang Miao distressedly, his hands trembling uncontrollably, it was not what Tang Miao thought, it was because of weakness, but because of heartache.

With trembling hands, he gently lifted Tang Miao up, fearing to disturb Tang Miao's quietness at the moment, but it still alarmed her.

The power that a person bursts out when he is in despair is terrifying and astonishing. Even Song Ling, who usually pays attention to exercise and is physically strong, can't control it for a while. Unexpectedly, Tang Miao took the opportunity to escape and tried to die again.

Song Ling shouted Tang Miao's name in horror, hoping to wake her up, but it was a pity that Tang Miao was about to turn on that sharp horn. Song Ling was impatient, and hurriedly chased after him, only in time to use his palm to touch the sharp horn, instead of the deadly sharp weapon, to meet Tang Miao's forehead.

Tang Miao smashed the pot, and the force was extraordinary. In order to stop Tang Miao's trend, Song Ling tried his best to resist the inertia brought about by Tang Miao's blow. Of course, the back of Song Ling's hand was also firmly embedded in the corner of the table, and blood gushed out. He just frowned slightly, this kind of pain is nothing compared to Tang Miao's heartache today!

He looked at Tang Miao who was lying on the ground, shivering continuously, his eyes gradually became moist, and his eyes were even more blood red. The woman he had sworn to protect for the rest of his life was now clinging to the floor with a fragility he had never seen before, her pale face full of powerlessness and grief. And all of this was because he failed to protect her well, allowing her disgusting father to take the opportunity.

Song Ling gently hugged Tang Miao in her arms again, the woman didn't struggle this time, but sobbed weakly, "You...don't even...can't...can you give me alms? "Tang Miao tightly held the skirt of her chest with both hands, her fingers turned white.

"No, no, it's okay Miao Miao, Miao Miao is me, who do you think I am?" Song Ling hugged Tang Miao tightly, restraining her with her body, preventing her from moving. Song Ling growled out her name, and asked her to open her eyes to look at him in pain, and kissed her forehead over and over again weakly, hoping to relieve his pain.

Tang Miao opened her eyes reluctantly, and saw the face that she had been thinking about day and night, even at the end of her life. She smiled softly, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, caressing Song Ling's cheek, " Am I dreaming again?" Tang Miao touched Song Ling's face over and over again, tirelessly.

"I'm really dazed..." Tang Miao pulled the corners of her mouth, trying to show a smile, but finally frowned because of the pain.

"Then let me be dazed for a while..." Tang Miao stretched out her hands to hold Song Ling's face, "I really... can't bear to... ah"

She sighed, as if the situation was over, "I can't bear it... I can't bear it... I can't bear it..." The voice of the woman in her arms gradually weakened, and finally disappeared, her hands fell from her cheeks weakly, and hit the cold tiles heavily on the ground.

"Miaomiao! Miaomiao! Miaomiao, wake up! It's me, I'm Song Ling!" Song Ling put Tang Miao on her lap in a panic, holding Tang Miao's small face with both hands, patted it lightly, and then forcefully Shaking Tang Miao's body desperately, she tried every means to restore her sanity.

Song Ling failed, Tang Miao slept for three days.

Song Ling asked a doctor to clean the wound on Tang Miao's body. By the way, she checked the bruises on her body, only to find that Tang Miao was given an excessive amount of anesthetic by the family. powerless.

But Tang Miao's strength was exhausted because of her non-stop resistance, so she fell into a deep sleep for so long. However, I don't know if Tang Miao, who has experienced this kind of encounter, is still willing to wake up again...

Song Ling sat nervously in front of Tang Miao's bed, with her hands crossed against her mouth, her expression worried. Today is