Chapter 839: How can I say love without hate (3)

Chu Cui wing stood up and looked at the man who was suffering the most pain.
"I'm curious how she found you." Chu Cuiyi said, as if the person behind him had been identified.
The man suddenly raised his head, and drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"you--"
"Maybe I really despised her." Chu Cuiyi said in a deep voice.
Chu Cuiyi said, and signaled to the others to pull him away.
"Chuda," said the head of the man.
"Since the bones are so hard, find a place to lose them." Chu Cuiyi's words were faint, as if just to let a person throw away a bag of garbage.
This kind of weather left a concussion patient with a fractured spine, which also shows from another aspect that Chu Cunyi is killing him.
Just because of the previous news about Madam Young.
The reporters from Chu Cuiyi and Li Zi slammed into City A did not end there. Instead, this was the beginning.
The two pulled away the wolverine man, but after being walked five meters away, they were stopped by Chu Muyi, "Keep it first."
Chu Cuiyi said, listening to the sound of the car getting closer, his mouth slightly raised.
The car stopped next to the Chu Muyi's car, and the person pushed down was not someone else, it was Yuan Jiayi.
Yuan Jiayi doesn't wear much, but as a professional model, she won't make any actions that are afraid of the cold even in the cold.
She still stood upright on her back.
"Slimy wings?" She said in a deep voice, walking with the pain in her legs.
Chu Cuiyi put his hands behind his back and kept watching the snow falling from the sky.
Yuan Jiayi went to him and did not see anyone in the snow in the distance.
"Dirty Wing, why are you asking me to come here so late?" Yuan Jiayi puzzled.
Chu Cuiyi turned her head and looked at the woman in front of her. When has she changed so much?
"There is a person over there, I think you may know." Chu Cuiyi said, without the slightest emotion in his voice.
Yuan Jiayi froze for a moment, and a sense of anxiety rose in her heart. She looked at it subconsciously, and the figure was lying on the snow. She could not see the person at all.
Yuan Jiayi looked at Chu Cuiyi, but Chu Cuiyi let her see it by herself.
Yuan Jiayi's slender wrist trembled slightly, but still walked upright.
The two men standing next to the man automatically took a step back, Yuan Jiayi slowly crouched down and looked at the man lying on the ground.
Her slightly red fingers slightly moved the man's face to the side, but the moment she saw it, she seemed to be frightened, and suddenly stood up and carried her back.
Her breathing began to worsen, and the calmness cultivated by her profession seemed completely useless at this moment.
Chu Muyi slowly moved up and stopped at her one meter position.
"Yuan Jiayi, you are no stranger to this person."
Yuan Jiayi, he called himself Yuan Jiayi!
Yuan Jiayi looked back, tears flashing in her eyes, "Small wings, I don't know him, I really don't know him." Yuan Jiayi said anxiously.
"Since you don't know, then—" Chu Cuiyi said, looking up slightly at the person behind him, that person would know, and brought two people over, and they raised the man on the ground, and that person was facing the man His belly hit hard.
The fist was so heavy that Yuan Jiayi moved away from it again, and she did not dare to put it there.
"Yuan Jiayi, you know, except Shui'anluo in this world, I have limited patience with whom."