Chapter 81: Don't call me Young Master Yan from now on 3
Yan Yufeng still sat there calmly, her eyes still staring ahead without moving. Such an expression could only remind her of the word "dead person".
Xia Xiaoxi was so frightened that she immediately looked away. This man had no humanity at all. She had the nerve to say goodbye to him, but he ignored her. Damn it.
She angrily stomped her feet and jumped out of the car. Before leaving, she didn't forget to say: "Crazy."
It's really so infuriating, it's so humiliating to oneself. After being tortured, I still have to swallow my anger and laugh in front of him. I humiliate myself in this way, but I still get a bad heart.
Xia Xiaoxi, if you are good enough, you shouldn't be so afraid of him in the first place. Being cowardly will only make him get more aggressive, just like yesterday...
Thinking of yesterday, her heart began to throb again, and her eyes became inexplicably moist. She wiped her tears and walked to the classroom.
Yan Yufeng stared at her leaving figure until she entered the classroom, and then he left with peace of mind.
The information given by Lie Biao came to mind again, and she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. It turned out that she had lived such a miserable life since she was a child, silently enduring her father's cruelty, and living in an unhappy and miserable life.
Having grown up in childhood, no wonder her father would be so greedy for money and agree to it with just a few conditions. It turned out that he was just a gangster, a slovenly, wretched man.
He sold a wife using the same method ten years ago. Such a man is quite cruel.
Although everyone said that he was a sinister, only cold and without sympathy, he didn't think so. At least after knowing such a thing, his heart was warm, not heartbroken, but really uncomfortable.
She was gentle, elegant, pure, beautiful, exquisite, and charming. Not only these, but also many characteristics that were inconsistent with other women attracted him deeply.
What attracted him most was her eyes, as clear as autumn water, bright and moving, but sometimes confusing and unpredictable, and he liked to guess her thoughts.
Thinking of those eyes, his tense and throbbing heart slowly relaxed, but when he thought of her grief as a child and her father's cruelty, he frowned again. It seemed that he finally made the right choice.
If he didn't buy her back, I'm afraid the person torturing her now would not be him, but his cruel and violent father.
—Xia—prosperity—sheng—
Yan Yufeng clenched his fist and hit the bulletproof car window with one hand. He actually used violence against the woman he couldn't bear to hurt. Thinking of this, an inextinguishable anger slowly rose in his heart.