Chapter 1127: Back to Yan Ziheng

Chu Yu looked at her: "Go back, he came in person, you can't escape."
Xia Wei’s teeth trembled, and he stepped back from the window, and his heart was in a mess. Through the main entrance, I heard the voice of Zhai Ziheng, who was always low and unsmiling: "Open the door, come out."
She didn't dare.
Grandma saw her as she was scared, and she was very distressed. She couldn’t help but scream through the door: "I don't care who you are, the domestic violence is wrong! You go, Xiaoxi will not go back with you!"
The outside of the door is like a fried pot, and the paparazzi are screaming: "Dong Dong, your family, Miss Xia Xia?!"
Then I don't know why, and it was very quiet soon.
Xia Xi took a look at the old grandmother and shook her head with difficulty. He whispered, "Grandma, don't say it." There are so many paparazzi outside, who knows what this will eventually make, and everyone is embarrassed.
The old grandmother was in a hurry: "He hit you, just let the news shine!"
"It's not that simple," Xia said.
Outside the door, the voice of Zhai Ziheng is not ill: "You can't hide in this room for a lifetime, Xiaoyan, come out, don't know how to be good, and hurt others."
Xia Wei trembled.
Grandma held her hand: "Don't listen to him scaring people! The young man I met in the hospital a few days ago didn't mean to protect you? Xiao Yan, you should call the young master and ask him to help you!" Not afraid of being hurt!"
Xia Wei’s lips burst into a bitter smile, called Li Lei to help?
Let's not say that Li Lei can save her, even if she can, what should the grandmother do? She is not a means of not knowing Zizi Heng. I can't imagine what kind of torture my grandmother will face if she really escapes.
She closed her eyes gently, and when she opened it, it was already clear: "Grandma, I am leaving, take care."
"Little!" The grandmother was too anxious. "You kid, what if you go back to him and fight you again!"
Xia Weiqiang Yan Huan laughed: "No, he has been very good to me for so many years, this time... is an accident." An accident changed everything, even if she went back and was humiliated? There is no second way to choose. It’s strange to blame yourself for being careless and found traces by him.
She opened the door and looked up at him at the door: "Go."
Under the dim light of the walkway, he seemed to smile very lightly, clutching her hand and walking outside.
She earned a bit, didn't make a profit, but was caught tighter by him. His hand was like a soldering iron, and he was fixed on her wrist. She heard her grandmother call her: "Little!"
The voice of compassion and worry.
However, I can't go back, I have to choose the road I want to go.
In the shutter sounds and flashlights of the paparazzi, she took the Rolls Royce with him, and the car started, smoothly opening out the narrow and half old residential area. Along the way, neither of them spoke.
Back to the Hung Hom Villa, Zhou Ma greeted and saw her face full of surprises: "Miss, you are back!"
Xia Wei was expressionless, standing in the porch and whispering to ask Zizi Heng: "What do you want to do, or shut me up? 裴子衡, don't let me catch the opportunity, I will surrender to the police station next time I run away."
The scorpion balance endured and endured, and this did not hit her.
His voice screamed out of his teeth: "Would you want to die?"
"Do I still have a way to live?" She looked up at him, her voice still very light and calm, but ridiculed.
Zhou Ma was frightened by the side, and quickly went forward to fight round: "In any case, people will come back, just come back. Miss, you don't know how much Mr. worry about you during this time, almost didn't take the world. Turning over to find you, people don't think about tea, people are a lot thinner."
She looked up at him, she was really thin, with pale blue eye bags under her eyes, and the on her chin was not cleaned. But what about this? The person who is humiliated and aggrieved is her. What qualifications does he have to pretend here? When she thought about it, she sneered: "There is no fear that the emperor will pour the money tree, or is it worried that the murderer can't tell the king's family?"
When the voice just fell, Zhai Ziheng grabbed her neck and slammed her on the wall. "Xia Wei, do you know that I really want to kill you." The fingers tightened, she had difficulty breathing and her face turned white.
But she still glared at him with contempt, and struggled with sneer: "Cough, cough... You yell, dying, I forget... You think, I am very willing... Would you like to come back?"
His twilight became more and more gloomy, dragging her and looking upstairs.
Behind him, Zhou Ma anxiously called: "Sir! Sir!" But he did not care.
Xia Wei’s collar was dragged by him, and he was too tempted. She struggled and coughed, but had no effect. He was mercilessly thrown into the bed and tore the clothes. "Xia Yan," he looked at her coldly. "You are looking for death." Finished, leaned forward and entered her.
Unprepared pain.
She screamed sharply and tried to push him away, but it was in vain.
His offensive was like a squally shower, which made her think that she was going to die. But the brutal bite also aroused her temper. She just didn't cry, didn't ask for mercy, and used all the bad words in the world to curse him.
Until exhausted.
He took her who lost her last strength into her arms and painted her body a little bit along the skin. For a long time, she said with a low voice: "Do you know when you are the most honest?"
She passed her head and vowed not to say a word to him.
Zhai Ziheng does not need her to answer, still a little bit of her delicate and smooth skin, looking at the scallops and red marks all over, for a long time, said: "I'm sorry."
She was shocked, forgot her vows, and turned to look at him incredulously: "What are you talking about?"
Under the moonlight, his eyes are quiet and his voice is faint: "The real murder is detected, you are innocent, the king will not find you any more trouble, and I will not continue to shut you."
She was suspicious of hearing the mistake and murmured: "What?" She suffered so many grievances and ate so much bitterness. In the end, he told her that the real murder was finally detected. ! Thousands of kinds of tastes poured into my heart for a time, her tears oozing out and sliding across her cheeks.
Yan Ziheng hugged her and let her cry quietly. For a long time, the two did not say a word.
"I hate you." Finally, she cried enough, choked and said.
He hugged her and said: "I'm sorry." This is the second time he apologized to her. She has been with him for more than ten years. It is also the first time he saw him so solemnly apologizing.
However, what about this?
The damage has already been caused. How can it be an understatement that the three words can be recovered?
"I hate you," she repeated with a cry, "I won't see you again."
He bowed his head and kissed her, regardless of her struggles. The long and delicate kiss was like caring for a rare treasure, totally not as violent as she just dragged her to bed.