Chapter 227: It seems that the old man is coming

Zhai Ziheng took the first few steps, and Xia Wei slammed back.
His low voice: "Tell me, how do you know?"
Her brain is blank, and she is eager to blurt out: "It is Li Lei." Anyway, Lida BOSS is on the overseas island for the Spring Festival, she does not believe that Zizi Heng will really ask him.

Li Lei?
Yan Ziheng’s eyes were dim.
He checked me?

Xia Wei remembers that Li Lei had previously vaguely mentioned the investigation of Zizi Heng, and also warned her that Zizi Heng was too dangerous and told her to be careful. Xia Wei did not know what the situation was investigated by Li Lei, but he would like to go through the difficulties beforehand.
"You are his competitor, the enemy in the mall, he is very normal to check you." She tried to stay calm.
"Yes." Yan Ziheng's voice was very light, and he suddenly asked, "Not for you?"
Xia Wei Wei Wei, then turned to the side: "We broke up." Under the dark street lights and fine snow, her look pale and stunned, a thin woolen coat flew in the night wind, there is wind and smooth Put her neck in.
Zhai Ziheng frowned fragilely.
"How to wear so little will come out." He took off his long scarf around him and reached out and wrapped her neck around. When he was close, he saw a blue-purple mark on her neck and a spotted hickey, which was shocking on the white skin. "Who did it?" His voice was so sullen, I don't know why, in the moment I saw these traces, my heart was sore, and the nameless anger ignited, and I wished that the person who hurt her would be smashed.
Xia Xi subconsciously blocked the traces of the unbearable by hand.
He took her wrist and pulled her hand off despite her resistance. Those horrible traces are exposed to his sight. His eyes were cold: "Li Lei?" Did Li Lei kiss her, quarrel with her, reach out and torture her, and finally rush her out of the house?
His mind imagined the scene at the time, and the nameless anger was even more blazing.
Xia Wei bites his lip and doesn't talk. Who is important? Anyway, she has no connection with Li.
Her wrist was held by him, familiar touch and warm temperature. She wanted to open it, but I didn’t know why I couldn’t make any effort. I saw that Zizi Heng slowly used her other hand to slowly surround her with a long scarf, and circled around the circle to cover those traces.
"Go to me, I will help you deal with it." His voice is warm and mellow.
She shook her head and didn't want to involve too much with her.
The wrist that was held was tight.
In spite of her resistance, Zhai Ziheng took her out of the stage, on the cold and clear streets, a black Rolls-Royce silently stopped, covered with plain white snowflakes.
He pulled Xia Yu into the car and told the driver to drive.
Uneasy and fear rise in the heart of Xia Wei: "What do you want?!"
He gave her a look.
Xia Wei went to open the door: "Let me go!" The memories of his imprisonment came back, and she was terrified. It is clear that she has been born alive, and she knows that he has not recognized her, but she can't help but be afraid.
Her panicked appearance made his heart faint.
I remembered that before the death of Xiaoyan, in the year of being imprisoned, countless times to reveal such a look, fearless helplessness, suffered too much damage and torture but did not know how to get rid of it. If there is a regret in the world, he will not treat her like that, at least in the last year of life, let her be happy, so that she does not always carry him secretly crying.
Yan Ziheng’s thoughts drifted away, and Xiaoyan at that time did not dare to cry in front of him.
People with Stockholm Syndrome will only be grateful to the perpetrators, not afraid and crying. Whenever she reveals a bit of painful look, he will think that it is a tune--teaching is not enough, and it will intensify her to torture her. Over time, even her right to cry is deprived. On the bed, she didn't dare to cry, and she didn't dare to cry in the range of his sight.
Her villa is imprisoned with a lot of surveillance cameras, 360 degrees without dead ends, 24 hours a day monitoring.
Once, he had some doubts. Why did Xiaoyan spend so much time bathing every time? Until she fell from the stage and died, he could only rely on those surveillance videos to spend time in the memories, only to find that every time she took a bath, she would bury her face in the water for a long time, and the thin shoulders twitched slightly. .
Every time she leaves the bathroom, she will carefully handle the red marks on her eyes.
Yan Ziheng hated herself. In the end, what level did she force her to make her even mournful?
If you give him another chance, if she can live...
Xiao Yan, his little sister, is equipped with the best of all gentle care.
He looked at the girl who looked like Xia Wei, and softened his voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I promise. I just want to take care of you."
This sentence was introduced into Xia Yu’s ear, and her panic movement slowly calmed down. She turned to look at the man in front of him, he said, he just wanted to... take care of her? I remembered the first encounters of my life many years ago. A little Xia Yu looked up and asked the tall man around him: "Hey brother, why are you adopting me?"
How did he answer at that time?
As with today, the low alcohol temperature, I just want to take care of you.
Tears leaked from the corners of the eyes.
"You lied." She pressed the cry in her voice.
"Don't lie to you," he said softly. "You wear so little, your neck is still hurt. You will be cold when you stand in the snow. Just go back with me, I will let the family doctor handle it for you." Under the injury, let the nanny do something for you to eat. When you are over the age, give me a face?"
I haven't seen him for a long time talking in a low voice.
Just like many years ago, every time she lost her temper and made a temper, he resisted her temper.
Maybe it is because today is too tired, perhaps because people are easy to miss the past when they are weak, and the ghosts make the difference, she nods.
Zhai Ziheng smiled softly.
Xia Wei no longer clamored to get off the bus, and for a time, the car was silent.
The two were originally not familiar with them - at least "Ying Xingyu" in this life is very unfamiliar with Yan Ziheng. After calming down, I don’t know what to say. The air conditioning in the Rolls-Royce compartment is warm and spring-like. The comfortable form and the soft leather seat underneath make Xia Xia more and more relaxed, unconsciously, close The eyes slept.
The first good dream of these days.
I dreamt of the sunshine in the afternoon when I was in the orphanage many years ago. I was surrounded by the irises. I won with a few big children and turned and looked upstairs. After the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, stood a beautiful A majestic man like a god, he reached out to her, squatting, walking, going home with me...
In her sleep, she slightly turned her head.
The small face of the palm of the hand leaned against the man's shoulder. The soft woolen material coat was very comfortable, letting her unconsciously squat, adjust her posture, and sleep deeper.