Zhuo Jian didn't care about the pain on her body, and the door was locked was the most panicked thing about her.
Lin Jiaoyang pulled her wet sleeves and walked towards her.
She couldn't help but retreat, her palm pressed against the broken glass residue. She immediately picked up her hand and looked down and saw that blood was already coming out.
Lin Jiaoyang walked up and grabbed her collar and forced her to look up at herself: "If it weren't for the concern that the Fu family still had some affection with you, I would have made you a long time ago. You really thought I would
Do you spoil you like your stupid father? Do you spoil you like Ruxiang?"
Zhuo Jian was forced to look up at the hideous man in front of him. His true face was finally revealed, just because she accidentally touched and drank wine on him.
Zhuo Jian was glad that he was exposed so early, but he was worried that he would suffer.
"Jiaoyang, why is she a girl too? She has not been beaten by the wind and rain. Just teach her a little lesson. Don't scare her."
Mr. Zhao shook his red wine glass, crossed his legs and watched for a while before speaking.
"If she is like this, she should experience something and realize the cruelty of this society."
Lin Jiaoyang said.
The door was knocked from outside, and the voice of the waiter came in: "Sir, serve the food."
Lin Jiaoyang looked at the door, then immediately grabbed Zhuo Jian's collar and pulled her up and stuffed it back into the chair: "Sit it for me, do you know?"
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but just sat there with the pain.
Mr. Zhao stared at her tall pink neck with hot eyes and breathed unconsciously.
Lin Jiaoyang went to open the door, took the dishes in, and then gave a light order: "It's enough to put the dishes at the door next time."
"yes!"
When the service staff saw that he looked bad, they left after saying that.
Lin Jiaoyang put the vegetables on the table, tore up another piece of paper and wiped his hands, walked back to the table, helped up the fallen chair, and pulled it to her side to sit down: "Let me see my hands."
Zhuo Jian insisted on moving his hand away.
"Do you want to be beaten?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.
Being beaten?
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, just lowered his head and took his phone and opened it, saying, "You call!"
"What are you doing?"
Lin Jiaoyang looked down at what software she was looking for and asked.
"Live broadcast! Today we will have a video of the president of Lin Group beating his former friend's daughter. I promise to be popular all over the city."
Zhuo Jian said as he was about to point his phone at him.
The next moment, Lin Jiaoyang threw her cell phone to the ground: "I think you are looking for death."
Lin Jiaoyang stood up and slapped her backhand on her little face that was not as big as a palm.
"Spicy sun!"
Mr. Zhao called him, beating such a tender and tender little girl is not desirable for him.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian heard a buzzing sound in his ear.
In fact, she originally thought this was not a TV series. No one would be afraid of seeing you live broadcast, but would directly stop it, which was still very rough.
But she still wanted to give it a try, but she lost.
She reflected on her face, and then listened to her cell phone that had broken the screen ringing on the ground.
There is no name for that number, but she and Lin Jiaoyang both remember it.
Lin Jiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked the phone directly to the wall without waiting for Zhuo Jian to get it.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and felt a chill. Could it be that she was just a fish that could be slaughtered?
"Don't advise me, I think this woman is just in need of cleaning up!"
Lin Jiaoyang suddenly grabbed her throat and stared at her fiercely.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised his hand and held his wrist. Because he was too strong, she suddenly had darkness in front of her.
Then I suddenly realized that the time Fu Yanye pinched her throat was really just playing house and playing games, which was called choking.
Just now, the door jingled from outside.
Mr. Zhao looked out and quickly bounced out of the chair.
When Lin Jiaoyang heard the sound of the chair legs slashing on the ground, an unknown black object directly hit his head, and then he heard a bang.
"You can just say it if you want to die!"
Fu Yanye came to him instantly. When he had to let go of Zhuo Jian and pour towards the ground, the chair he had just sat on was hit straight on his back and even the back of his head.
"ah!"
Lin Jiaoyang immediately lay down on the ground.
Zhuo Jian held his throat and looked at the person who was lying on the ground and bleeding slowly from his head. When he looked at the man who was still going to take action, he immediately went forward and grabbed his wrist: "Stop hitting, it will kill others.
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Fu Yanye turned his head to look at her, and asked in anger: "Why do you have to meet him alone?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned, but then had to remind him: "Do you think I can meet such people alone?"
Is it a misunderstanding or a conspiracy?
She doesn't know!
It remains to be verified!
It's better to be a misunderstanding!
Their Master was just used.
Zhuo Jian thought so, otherwise she would not give up.
Fu Yanye looked at her finger prints that were still red when she was pinched, and there was still blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She kicked the person who was still moving on the ground, and then grabbed her hand: "Can you still leave?"
?”
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Fu Yanye took her out, but when he got outside, Fu Yanye suddenly stopped again and said, "Wait."
Zhuo Jian watched him go in again, and knew that he remembered that there was still Mr. Zhao.
She stood outside with the staff who helped her call Fu Yanye, politely nodded to others as thanks.
The service staff bowed to her humbly.
There was no movement inside, and it was not until Fu Yanye came out that he heard a bang.
What's going on?
Fu Yanye picked her up from the ground: "Go to the suite upstairs first."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. When he looked at him, he suddenly felt that he was very safe.
When he arrived at his exclusive suite upstairs, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed, and Fu Yanye's hand quickly untied her shirt.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously held his hand: "Fu Yanye!"
Her voice was very light, but with a warning.
Fu Yanye looked down at her hand: "Pick your hand away!"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to, but when he thought that his palm was broken and bleeding, he immediately let go.
Fu Yanye's back of his hand was indeed stained with her blood. She subconsciously looked around and wanted to wipe it clean for him.
He loves to be clean and cannot bear any dirty things on his body.
But her face was suddenly held, facing his facial features and his dark black eyes.
"Stop moving around, we will settle the score after I finish checking."
Fu Yanye's words are clear and it is a threat.
Zhuo Jian sat straight on the edge of the bed, suddenly not daring to move.
Fu Yanye let go of her and took off her shirt. The soft fragrance inside was his favorite, but this time his eyes only looked at her inch of skin and pushed her down on the bed.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Zhuo Jian lay on the bed, and Fu Yanye lifted her black vest and pressed her back shoulders, but he saw the bruises on her back waist.