Zhuo Jian couldn't care less about the pain in her body. The fact that the door was locked was what frightened her the most.
Lin Jiaoyang pulled his wet sleeves and walked towards her.
She couldn't help but stepped back, and her palm pressed against the broken glass. She immediately picked up her hand in pain, and when she lowered her head, she saw that there was blood.
Lin Jiaoyang stepped forward, grabbed her collar and forced her to look up at him: "If it weren't for the fact that the Fu family still has some affection for you, I would have had you done by someone. Do you really think I can
Dote on you like your stupid father? Dote on you like Ruxiang?"
Zhuo Jian was forced to raise her head and look at the ferocious man in front of her. His true face was finally revealed, just because she accidentally spilled the wine on him.
Zhuo Jian was glad that he was exposed so early, but she was also worried that she would suffer.
"Jiaoyang, she is a girl after all, and she has not been beaten by wind and rain. Just give her a little lesson. Don't scare her."
Mr. Zhao shook his red wine glass, crossed his legs and watched the excitement for a while before speaking.
"A person like her should have experienced something to understand the cruelty of this society."
Lin Jiaoyang said.
There was a knock on the door from outside, and the waiter's voice came in: "Sir, the food is served."
Lin Jiaoyang glanced at the door, then immediately grabbed Zhuo Jian by the collar and stuffed her back into the chair: "Sit down for me, okay?"
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just sat there in pain.
Mr. Zhao stared at her slender pink neck with burning eyes and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
Lin Jiaoyang went to open the door, took the food in and then gave a calm order: "Just leave the food at the door next time."
"yes!"
The service staff saw that he looked unhappy and left after saying that.
Lin Jiaoyang put the dishes on the table, tore off a piece of paper and wiped his hands. He strolled back to the table, lifted up the overturned chair, and pulled him to sit next to her: "Let me look at my hands."
Zhuo Jian insisted on removing his hand.
"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, took out his cell phone, opened it, and said, "You call me!"
"What are you doing?"
Lin Jiaoyang looked down at what software she was looking for and asked.
"Live broadcast! Today we will show you a video of the president of Lin Group beating his former friend's daughter. I guarantee it will be a hit in the whole city."
Zhuo Jian said and was about to point the phone at him.
The next moment, Lin Jiaoyang threw her phone to the ground: "I think you are looking for death."
Lin Jiaoyang stood up and slapped her face no bigger than a slap with his backhand.
"Hot sun!"
Mr. Zhao called him out, saying that it was not advisable for him to hit a girl with such delicate skin and tender flesh.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian heard a buzzing in his ears.
In fact, she originally thought that this method would not work. This is not a TV series. No one will be scared just because they see you live broadcast. It is still very rude to stop you directly.
But she still wanted to give it a try, but failed.
She reflected, and then heard her cell phone ringing on the ground with a broken screen.
There was no name on that number, but she and Lin Jiaoyang both remembered it.
Lin Jiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and before Zhuo Jian could get the phone, he kicked it towards the wall.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and felt a chill in her heart. Could she just become a piece of fish to be slaughtered?
"Don't try to persuade me, I think this woman just needs to be dealt with!"
Lin Jiaoyang suddenly grabbed her throat and stared at her fiercely.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her hand to hold his wrist. Because his strength was too strong, her vision suddenly became dark.
Then I suddenly realized that when Fu Yanye pinched her throat that time, he was really just playing house and playing games. This is called strangulation.
Just then, the door dinged from outside.
Mr. Zhao looked outside and quickly jumped up from his chair.
When Lin Jiaoyang heard the sound of the chair legs scraping against the ground, an unknown black object hit his head directly, and then he heard a bang.
"You can just say you want to die!"
Fu Yanye was in front of him in an instant, and when he had to let go of Zhuo Jian and fall to the ground, the chair he had just been sitting on was hit directly on his back and even the back of his head.
"ah!"
Lin Jiaoyang immediately fell to the ground.
Zhuo Jian held her throat and looked at the man who fell on the ground with blood slowly flowing from his head. Then he looked at the man who was still trying to take action. She immediately stepped forward and held his wrist: "Don't hit him, you will die."
"
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and asked angrily: "Why do you want to meet him alone?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, but then had to remind him: "Do you think I would meet such a person alone?"
Is it a misunderstanding or a conspiracy?
She doesn’t know!
Still to be verified!
Better to be a misunderstanding!
Their director was just being used.
Zhuo Jian thought so, otherwise she would not give up.
Fu Yanye looked at the red finger prints where her throat had been strangled, and the corners of her mouth were still bleeding, and he kicked the motionless person on the ground hard, and then grabbed her hand: "Can you still leave?
?”
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Fu Yanye took her out, but when they got outside, Fu Yanye suddenly stopped again and said, "Wait a minute."
Zhuo Jian watched him go in again and knew that he remembered Mr. Zhao.
She followed the staff member who called Fu Yanye for her and stood outside, nodding politely as a thank you.
The service staff bowed to her very humbly.
There was no movement inside, and it wasn't until Fu Yanye came out that he heard a bang.
Something fell down?
Fu Yanye picked her up from the ground: "Let's go to the suite upstairs first."
Zhuo Jian said nothing. Looking at him now, she suddenly felt very safe.
Arriving at his exclusive suite upstairs, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed while Fu Yanye's hands quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously held his hand: "Fu Yanye!"
Her voice was soft, but full of warning.
Fu Yanye looked down at her hand: "Take your hand away!"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to, but when he thought that the skin on his palm was broken and bleeding, he immediately let go.
As expected, the back of Fu Yanye's hand was stained with her blood, and she subconsciously looked around for something to wipe it clean for him.
He loves to be clean and cannot stand any dirt on his body.
But her face was suddenly held in her hands, and she faced his facial features and his gloomy black eyes.
"Don't move any more. We'll settle the score after I finish the inspection."
Every word Fu Yanye said was clearly a threat.
Zhuo Jian sat upright on the edge of the bed, suddenly daring not to move.
Fu Yanye let go of her and took off her shirt. Inside was his favorite soft fragrance, but this time his eyes only looked at every inch of her skin, and he pushed her down on the bed.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed. Fu Yanye lifted up her black vest and pressed her back shoulders, but what he saw were the bruises on her lower back.