1243 My Good Bengbeng, Dont Cry (1/2)

”Let go of her!”

The moment Qi Yan saw Mo Yongheng grab Tan Bengbeng's arm, he leaped up from the sofa.

What nonsense!

Why would he need him to help treat his wound?

It was more likely that he was preparing to apply some ointment to make his wound rot and worsen his injury!

”Qi Yan, stop it!” Tan Bengbeng screamed all of a sudden, staring blankly at the back of Mo Yongheng's figure.

From the moment he had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back, she had been staring blankly at him like that.

Many familiar scenes started to flash in her head.

It was all of her childhood.

When she was young, she wasn't such a bore and was like any other ordinary child—smart and cheeky.

She was lazy and always would procrastinate over doing the assignments she was given. However, whenever her grandfather was about to hit her palm with his ruler, her brother would rush out to protect her.

Just like earlier, he would grab her arm and pull her behind him.

Then, he would take the punishment for her.

She had once felt a sense of security every time she saw the back of her brother's figure.

Once her brother passed away, she never experienced this feeling again.

Only when Mo Yongheng had grabbed her earlier, all of a sudden…

For some reason, she had an illusion that she had gone back in time to more than ten years ago when her brother stood before her to protect her.

It seemed so real that upon seeing Qi Yan leap up to lay a blow on Mo Yongheng, she unexpectedly yelled at him.

Even she herself was stunned by what she had done.

The two men turned to look at her, and upon seeing her reddened eyes, Qi Yan was to first to surrender.