24I didn’t hit her

24I didn’t hit her

"I...I...isn't it just self-defense?" Jiaming lowered her head and glanced at him timidly. She was immediately frightened by his cold air and quickly lowered her head even further.

"Justifiable defense? So the school and the police will falsely accuse you?"

"This is what Ziqing and I have personally experienced. They beat us maliciously. This is revenge and jealousy."

"Jealous?" Xia Yang found it very funny, "What do you have that makes others jealous?"

"They are just jealous..." Jiaming flattened her mouth, like a little daughter-in-law who made a mistake. She was obviously right, but she didn't dare to speak loudly in front of Xia Yang, just because she was inferior to him. She knew,

The things she was proud of were not worth mentioning in front of Xia Yang, so she had nothing to say to him, and even if she did, he wouldn't understand.

There is a generation gap of three years. They are eleven years apart in age. What a big generation gap this is. One more year will make it four generations.

Xia Yang gave her a stern look and asked, "Do you know how dangerous it is for me to go out so late? Those who want me dead may appear at any time."

Jiaming muttered: "I didn't ask you to come. You don't have to come. I don't believe the police can do anything to me."

"Do you dare to speak louder?"

Jiaming instinctively took a step back, shrunk her neck and shook her head. Xia Yang's momentum was too strong. Who dared to talk back to him would be life-threatening. In fact, she also wanted to say, "Who are you calling you old? I have nothing to do with you."

.But the words were stuck in my throat and I didn’t dare to say them. After all, he was the one who saved her today.

She looked at the room. The original red wedding room had changed its style. The bed sheets, beds and curtains had been replaced with cold colors. The wedding photos on the bedside were gone. In short, there was no trace of the wedding room. She said she was not afraid.

That's a lie. Xia Yang clearly said he would let her go, but he turned around and brought her back.

So what to do next?

No matter what I do, I just want to take a good rest now. I feel sleepy, tired, and in pain...

Xia Yang seemed to see her embarrassment, pointed to the bathroom and said, "The hot water has been put in. Let's take a shower first."

Su Jiaming shook her head alertly.

"I won't do anything to you. Don't overestimate your charm."

"..." Su Jiaming flattened her mouth, turned around and walked to the bathroom. With a "click", she locked the bathroom door.

Xia Yang frowned attentively. On the surface, this incident seemed to be a student riot, but it was hard to say what was going on behind the scenes. But the only thing that was certain was that both Ouyang Jie and Crow Crow had their eyes on Su Jiaming.

The level of danger here has exceeded his expectations.

After a while, a "bang" sound suddenly came from the bathroom, "Su Jiaming, what's wrong with you?" Xia Yang knocked on the door, but there was no response, "Su Jiaming, Su Jiaming, if you don't open the door, I'll come in."

Already."

Kicking open the bathroom door, the inside was filled with smoke and confusion. What was this woman doing? Xia Yang opened the ventilation fan angrily, and the inside soon became clear, and he saw Su Jiaming lying on the floor.

One foot was still propped up on the bathtub, which was so ugly.

Xia Yang bent down to pick her up and held up her head. He found that her forehead was injured and bleeding. The injuries were getting worse and worse!

He guessed that she was coming out after taking a shower, but she slipped. He shook his head, gently picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"Su Jiaming," he patted her cheek, "Wake up, are you okay?"

Su Jiaming was tired, painful and weak. She opened her eyes slightly and said feebly: "Pervert, you eat my tofu..."

Xia Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, your piece of stinky tofu made me stink all over. I really regret touching and hugging you."

"you……"

"Okay, stop whining and get some sleep. The injury on your head is not serious. You are not bad with this injury anyway."

"I...I have classes in the afternoon and I have to go to school."

She raised her head, but was pushed down by Xia Yang, "Do you still have the nerve to go to class?" He ridiculed, "I asked for leave for you, and your instructor just said that you should stay at home and think about it for a week, and reflect on it.

Reflect before going to class."

"ah?"

"Also, don't sleep in the dormitory from now on. Your home is not far from the school. You go home and sleep every day."

"Go home? Here? Why!" Jia Ming stared at Xia Yang in surprise.

"There is no reason. You are causing trouble everywhere in school. I don't want you to involve me."

"What logic?" Su Jiaming struggled to sit up and summoned all her strength to say, "Didn't we draw a clear line? Why are you still pestering me? What does it have to do with me being bullied and beaten?"

Xia Tianyang smiled, his eyes clearly saying, girl, you can't fight me, "Who will draw a clear line with you? That one million will be regarded as a gift to you. It's a little less, but it's more than enough for your status."

"Ah? Betrothal gift?"

"Yes, you have already accepted it, which means you have agreed to this marriage. Anyway, we have also held a wedding and had sex. It's a matter of course. Once we get married, I am qualified to take care of you. What can you object to?"

"

Su Jiaming was speechless, "Xia Yang, you are too self-righteous."

"Thank you for the compliment, I've always been like this."

With a sad face, she watched helplessly as the hard-won freedom was waving to herself, "How could you do this to me?"

Xia Yang's face suddenly sank: "You know too many secrets about me. My enemies are all looking for you. Do you want to fall into their hands or mine? If you fall into their hands, you can

It’s not as simple as eating tofu.”

"..." Su Jiaming rolled her eyes at him and covered her head with the quilt.

——

Of course, she was not allowed to just sleep this week. Xia Yang assigned her endless tasks because Minako took a month off to go back to her hometown.

"There is dust on the windowsill, go wipe it clean."

"The floor has not been mopped clean. If you mop it again... you can't wring out the mop and mop again!"

"Su Jiaming, why haven't you made me a cup of tea after so long?"

"The sheets and duvet covers are dry. Go to the bedroom and put them on. I want to check."

This and this was really unbearable. Jiaming was so tired that she lay down on the bed, holding the sheets and quilt cover in her arms as a blanket.

Don't you have a servant at home? Do you want to instruct me like this? I'm not your servant. I can finish the work in three days in one day. I don't want to be such a bully.

Jiaming really wanted to fall asleep like this, not wanting to move at all.

Xia Yang stood at the door and stared at her, yelling: "Su Jiaming, who allowed you to sleep?!" When he saw her go in but didn't see her come out, he knew she must be lazy.

Su Jiaming simply pretended to be dead, closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, wuwuwu, nightmare, nightmare, this is a nightmare, no one calls me, no one must call me.

"You can't get up, are you?" He could clearly see that her feet were shaking, but she was still pretending to be dead. Xia Yang rolled up his sleeves, aimed at her little buttocks and spanked her hard with his big palm.

"Ah!" Jiaming yelled, covered her butt and crawled quickly to the other side of the bed, just like a little monkey fighting with other monkeys to fight for bananas.

Xia Yang frowned, he had a headache.

After taking a nap and hurriedly escaping, Jiaming felt as if her bones were falling apart. Her legs went weak as soon as her feet touched the ground. She didn't want to have close contact with the floor again, so she used strength and strength to push her feet.

My feet are sprained.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" She sat on the ground and cried.

Xia Yang felt dizzy after hearing this. Didn't he just clean the house? Why did he cry so miserably?!

Xia Yang stepped over and strode over, while Jiaming sat on the floor, rubbed her feet, and kept shrinking back until her back hit the wall, with no way to retreat.

She was wearing a pair of denim hot pants. There were large purple bruises on both knees, probably from the fight last night. One of her angled slippers had left her feet, and there was indeed a bruise on the twisted ankle.

His face was swollen, his face was blue and purple, and it was full of tears. His tear-filled eyes looked at Xia Yang like a big bad wolf. He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his face, and there were scratches on his elbows and arms.

Being young also has its advantages. Xia Yang saw her miserable appearance and was really embarrassed to make her worse.

"Stop crying, get up." The expected thunderous voice did not come down, but a helpless comforting voice, low, rustling, and very nice to hear.

The crying gradually stopped. Jiaming pouted her mouth, sniffed and washed her nose. She put her hands on the floor and tried to stand up. She tried twice and couldn't stand up. She swore that she was not pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy. It was really hurting.

My whole body hurts, and no place is intact.

Xia Yang sighed, bent down and picked her up directly.

"Huh?" Jiaming looked at him in astonishment and raised her hand, not daring to touch him.

Xia Yang cast a low side glance at her. How could a naughty person get himself into such a mess? He really wanted to know what was going on in her head.

Jiaming turned around and carried her to the sofa in the living room. Jiaming silently put her hands on his shoulders. He was so tall that it seemed like he was hanging in the air when he held her. He was quite strong, not as big as he looked.

He is so thin, and his chest muscles are, ahem, hard and painful!

Xia Yang glanced down at her and choked her. This was terrible. Her face suddenly turned red, her heart beat at 200 beats per minute, and she lowered her head suddenly, not daring to look at him again.

Xia Yang rolled his eyes at her, put her on the sofa, and went to get the medicinal oil. Seeing her moving left and right, he warned: "Be calm and don't move!" This girl is

ADHD or something.

Jiaming tightened her body and sat still obediently, looking like a little white rabbit this time.

Xia Yang opened the medicinal oil and smelled it. It smelled bad. It must have expired. It has been useless for n years.
To be continued...