Matter of Love

Chapter 9 York Zhao Was Injured

"What?" Before Leona could figure out what had happened, she felt the sky and the earth were spinning. Then she fell to the ground under the protection of York. Just as York's back was about to hit the ground, he suddenly turned over. As a result, Leona fell on his body.

York pushed Leona away. Then five or six men came out of nowhere, each holding sticks in their hands, and hit hard on his head and body.

At this moment, even if York had eight stages of Taekwondo, he was not a match for the other party. He could only protect his head with both hands and curl up his body to give his back to the other party. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! With the sound of wood hitting on the body, a large pool of blood appeared on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Help! Someone is murdering! Help!" Terrified, Leona immediately began to shout out loud. Several security guards rushed out of the bar and scared those hooligans who had just beat York.

Leona rushed to York and cried with her face full of tears, "wake up, York. Don't scare me!"

"If so, he was seriously injured. Call an ambulance and send him to the hospital." The guard next to Leona recognized her and had a good impression of this quiet girl. So he reminded her.

"Oh yes, thank you so much, brother Zhang!" Only then did Leona remember this. She immediately took out her old phone and called an ambulance.

While waiting for the ambulance, York opened his eyes. His head was hit by a stick, and his face and body were stained with blood. His white shirt was dyed scarlet, which looked shocking. He arduously lifted his bloody hand to wipe off the blood on Leona's face, and managed to show a smile. He said in a weak voice, "you silly girl, don't cry. I'm fine. It's just a minor wound. I'm still alive. I won't die. Don't worry..."

face and choked with sobs. She thought to herself, 'he has already been so weak, but he still doesn't want me to worry about him. Why is he so silly?'? Thinking that York was injured because of her, Leona

for a long time before he took out a small box. He pressed a button, and then took out a handmade bracelet and raised it in front of Leona. York said weakly, "today is your birthday. It's not yet 12 o'clock yet. This is my gift to you. It's my birthday present for you. I know you won't accept expensive gifts. So I made this by myself. Would

of small beads, shining in the light of the street lamps. Although the workmanship was somewhat rough, it could be seen that whoever made it has spent a lot of energy on it. At that moment, Leona could not help but burst into tears. Today was her

know my birthday?" Leona asked while crying. No one knew her birthday except

the student file. You... I'll put it

coming!" With tears in her eyes, Leona was now wearing the bracelet around her wrist. At this moment, the sound of an ambulance

me. The ambulance is coming. You'll be fine. Wake up!" Leona

the hospital. Regardless of the bloodstain on her body, she had been sitting in the corridor, waiting for York to receive the surgery. Leona lowered her head to look at the bracelet on her wrist. She knew what it meant, because once she wore it, it would acknowledge their relationship, but she didn't

lost his life for her, and this kind of man was worthy of her

hurried footsteps, accompanied by the scream of a middle-aged woman. The woman was none other than York Zhao's mother. A middle-aged man followed her. He looked a bit similar to York.

said politely, "nice to meet you, uncle and aunt. I'm York's classmate, Leona. He

would York fight with someone else? Did he get hit because of you? " His mother, Barbara Li, had an intuition that his son being injured in the

this. Let's hear her out first!" Arthur Zhao, the father of York Zhao, was rather calm. He took hold of his wife to hint to Leona to tell what

at her nose and cursed, "I've told you that my York would never go to that kind of place. If it weren't for you, how could he be injured? I

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