992: C992 Not Talking about Love Not Talking about Love

C992 Not Talking about Love Not Talking about Love

At the thought of this, the hand holding the steering wheel that was wrapped in real leather also felt very comfortable, and secretly turned around to look at the woman next to him. She was also turning her head to look at him, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. He gave her an apologetic look.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Zhao. " Zhuang Yichen did not notice the affection between the two people sitting in the front row. He was not in a good mood, so when he expressed his thanks, it was stiff and stiff.

Jiang Zhao did not mind. He knew that Zhuang Yichen was probably so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Everyone knew that he was very strong. It would be strange if he did not get angry when something like this happened.

Xiaoya was thrown into the room by Zhuang Yichen. Xiaoya had just taken off her shoes when she was grabbed by her waist. She hung on the man's waist and walked inside. Xiaoya's head and feet were hanging in the direction of the ground. She felt that her head was bleeding. "Zhuang Yichen, what are you doing?"

She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the tap. When Xiaoya was placed on the ground, her head was also pressed under the tap. Zhuang Yichen pulled a towel that was hung neatly on the rack and soaked it in water before rubbing it on Xiaoya's face.

Xiaoya choked a lot of water into the basin and the water in the white porcelain basin became more and more full. However, her head was forcefully pressed by the man and could not get out of the water. She wanted to call Zhuang Yichen's name and scold him, but when she opened her mouth, she drank a large amount of water.

Zhuang Yichen lifted Xiaoya up and looked at her face that had been washed off. However, the clear water could not wash off the makeup on her face. Immediately, he was angry and angry!

Xiaoya looked at Zhuang Yichen's fiery eyes and felt a chill run down her spine. This man's violent tendencies were so obvious. How could she not have noticed it in the past?!

Her entire nose was still uncomfortable. "Zhuang Yichen! Are you crazy?"

Zhuang Yichen did not speak to Xiaoya. He only wanted to stop her from moving. He pressed her on the side of the washing table and reached out to take his washing milk. He squeezed it out and rubbed it in his palm. Then he rubbed it on Xiaoya's face.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! My eyes!"

Zhuang Yichen rubbed the milk into Xiaoya's eyes.

Zhuang Yichen knew that face washing milk could not enter the eyes, but he allowed Xiaoya to shout and wash her. When he was almost done washing, he pressed her into a white porcelain basin. The water in the tap flowed and washed her.

Xiaoya felt that she was being humiliated and bullied. Such a man was a person with violent tendencies. He did not know how to respect people. From the moment he pushed her into the basin, he was no longer a gentleman.

Xiaoya stopped shouting and closed her eyes, allowing this man to provide her with all kinds of ways to humiliate her.

The woman's head was pulled out of the water. Zhuang Yichen looked at her face and the fire in his eyes was extinguished. He saw the resistance in Xiaoya's eyes, but he could choose to ignore it.

He held the woman's chin and pulled it up. He lowered his head and kissed her. He wanted to try if there was any other man's taste in her mouth.

However, just as his tongue reached in, it was bitten by the woman's teeth. He instinctively retreated. "Hiss. " Zhuang Yichen frowned. In this luxurious bathroom, the two of them stood in front of the large washing table. There was an orange light on top of their heads, which could brighten Xiaoya's skin even more. "Bite me!"

"Yes! Bite you!"

The surging air in his chest made his chest rise and fall more and more. Zhuang Yichen's eyes fell on Xiaoya's mouth, and then down, could make her proud chin, elegant curve of her neck, beautiful collarbone, and necklace with just a slight lift? Night dress?

The color of the red and fiery evening dress reflected the color. In his pupils, there were two clusters of burning fire source. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand, tearing her skirt.

The air was filled with the sound of "Chi" and "Chi La ~ ~ ~," all the way until there was no sound.

"Zhuang Yichen! You bastard! What do you think I am? I hate you! I hate you!" Xiaoya felt that she was like an unrespected prostitute at this moment. She squatted by the door. She buried her head between her knees, even though she always knew that she slept with a man. But she had followed him for four years, and had never felt like a prostitute like she was at this moment. A prostitute who was easily bullied and humiliated.

But she didn't cry. She hated women who shed tears at every turn. She just felt so pained that she couldn't cry. . .

There was a pile of red fabric on the ground. Xiaoya's chest was thrown to the ground. Her underwear was torn off and the necklace was thrown away. She was completely stripped naked. Zhuang Yichen kicked all the annoying things on the ground to the rubbish bin and then carried the naked Xiaoya out of the bathroom. This process made him very uncomfortable and depressed.

He threw Xiaoya into his shirt and wrapped the silk blanket around her body. He pressed on and said in a deep voice, "Qiu Xiaoyao! I stripped you, not because I wanted to hit you. Don't challenge my endurance again and again. Last time, I told you, Kang Yiyun, stay away from him!"

"What do you think I am?!"

"What do I think you are?! I think you are my woman!"

The body under the silk blanket trembled.

Jiang Zhao's dinner was very sumptuous. There were three dishes and one soup. It had been a long time since he had eaten two bowls of rice. This meal made him very satisfied.

Jiang Zhao tidied up the bowls and chopsticks and came out of the kitchen. Ye Er was eating honeydew. "Jiang Zhao, I should go back to the hospital tonight. The doctor will probably come to find me. "2

Jiang Zhao pointed at his back and Ye Er threw the melon into her mouth. She ran over and untied the apron behind Jiang Zhao and took it off for him.

"It's fine. I just called. The doctor said that it will be the same tomorrow, because I told him that you were out for such a long time and there was no other reaction. "

"Really?"

"Wang Yao nodded. Yes, that's right. Miss Yun, remember, don't spread the news of our divorce. "

Ye Er nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Yes, it's fine. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. I will keep it a secret. "

Jiang Zhao looked at Ye Er's smiling face and squinted his eyes. This woman's reaction was really chilling. Was the divorce really that happy for her? "I don't believe you. I don't know who used to threaten me that I have a big mouth. "

Ye Er remembered that night when she met robbers and wanted Jiang Zhao to take her out of the alley. It could be said that she used all her means. "That's only occasionally. It can't always be like that. "

"I'll sleep in Si Jie's room. You sleep upstairs by yourself. I'll make some preparations in a few days and then move out. "

Ye Er's heart became bitter. "Okay. . . Jiang Zhao, thank you. "

"Thank you for what? Between us, there is no need to talk about this. "

"Thank you for understanding me. "

"I should have understood you. You care about me, and I care about you. It's my duty, isn't it?" Wang Yao asked.

Ye Er nodded.

That was a habit!

Not talking about love, not talking about love, only talking about things that should be said.

A week later, Zhou Lee went crazy and could not control herself and could only be sent to the mental hospital. Ye Er had gone to see it twice and every time Zhou Lee covered her face and hit the wall, as long as someone went to see her, she would hit the wall and be bleeding. She said that her face could not see people and could not see people anymore.

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