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31 Fiery Eyes

After seeing off the Feng family, I returned to the living room and sat down next to Zhang Xiaoyang.

"Do you know why I saved you?" I asked her.

She shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Because the child in your belly belongs to my friend," I said, "I saved you for the sake of the child."

She was stunned, "You... your friend?"

"Yes", I nodded.

She looked at me blankly and smiled bitterly, "How is that possible? I don't even know who this child belongs to...How could it belong to your friend?"

"Two months ago, you celebrated your birthday in Shencheng, and Feng Yuan and Zhu Lin also went." I looked at her, "That night, you confessed to him again, and then Feng Yuan once again rejected you ambiguously, and then he took Zhu Lin back to the hotel in the middle regardless of your retention. You drank a lot of wine that day, and the more you thought about it, the more angry you became, so you used WeChat to date a strange man."

She looked at me in surprise, "You..."

"You made a total of four people that day," I said calmly, "You were crying sadly throughout the whole process, shouting Feng Yuan's name, and scolding him. The first three men left after taking advantage of you, and the last man also took advantage of you, but when he saw you crying, he chatted with you and enlightened you, and was scolded by you, and finally poured the water he poured onto his face..."

Zhang Xiaoyang opened his mouth wide in shock, "You...you..."

I smiled slightly and continued, "That guy was not angry. He smiled and wiped the water from his face, sat down beside you, and told you shamelessly, "It's okay, if you want to give me a few blows, then hit me. Brother, you don't allow men to touch me in this life, but I don't care about women. He coaxed you for a long time, and finally you threw yourself into his arms and cried, and then it happened to you two again."

"I...he..." Zhang Xiaoyang's face was flushed with shame, "I drank that day, he...I..."

I waved my hand and said, "Listen to me."

She blushed and was extremely embarrassed, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"Later, after you calm down, please let him go." I glanced at Lao Zhao and cleared my throat. "Then, he walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and came back to tell you, girl, it's not worth it for the young man to be sad, don't be unwilling to think about it. Brother stays in Shencheng for two more days. If you want to find someone to talk to, send me a WeChat message and I'll get there as soon as possible."

In the last sentence, I deliberately aggravated my tone.

Zhang Xiaoyang stood up in shock, "You...you..."

"You said, OK to him," I looked at her, "But after he left, when you deleted his WeChat, you hesitated for a long time, and finally deleted him. Because you have woken up, you don't want to remember this unbearable night. You went to the bathroom, took a bath desperately, and cried while taking a shower, because you feel dirty and look down on yourself, right?"

She looked at me in surprise, her chest kept undulating, and her shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't be so excited," I smiled calmly, "What's wrong with what I said?"

Zhang Xiaoyang covered his face, tears of grievance surged in his eyes, and she cried.

Old Zhao could no longer hold it back. He opened the door and came out quickly to Zhang Xiaoyang, holding her hand, "Sister, stop crying, brother is here!"

Zhang Xiaoyang exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost and sat down on the carpet.

Old Zhao was shocked and hurriedly picked her up, "Do you? Don't get angry!"

"You...you..." Zhang Xiaoyang was stunned, "Where did you pop out? Don't touch me, don't touch me!"

Lao Zhao picked her up without saying anything, carefully put her on the sofa, knelt down on one knee, held her hand with both hands, and couldn't help laughing, "Silly girl, why did you think you should delete my WeChat? If I had known that you had it, I would have come to you long ago. Why would you spend this effort with Feng Yuan, that little man? Fortunately, I met our young master, otherwise, how could this end?"

"I...you...he..." Zhang Xiaoyang looked at him in a tangled manner, then looked at me, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Girl, listen to me!" Lao Zhao looked at her seriously, "I have forgotten what I said to you in Shencheng. That day, I sent you a WeChat message and found that you deleted me. I was reluctant to leave it at that time, but then I thought, everyone is adults and just having fun. This is the rule, I understand! But to be honest, I really can't forget you, so I went to your hotel again the next night, but you have left, and someone else lives inside."

He held Zhang Xiaoyang's hand tightly, and his voice trembled a little, "I'm very fucking sad, I'm full of you, the more I want to let go, the more I can't let go! I don't want to be so passive, so I went back to Beijing overnight. After more than ten days, I faded you."

"Really or not?" I couldn't help asking, "That's not what you said just now..."

"I didn't say that just now," Lao Zhao felt a little embarrassed, "Actually, you have seen through it a long time ago. It's not that I don't want her, I'm afraid that the girl will not want to follow me..."

他转过来,认真的看着张晓阳,“丫头,少爷把你和那小白脸子的事都告诉我了,刚才我也看见了,丫的就那揍性,不值得你对他这样!少爷说了,你用邪术害人是不对,但好在冯家人都没死,你还小,而且还怀了我们的孩子,看在孩子的面上,他一定会救你的.丫头,你愿意嫁给我么?”

Zhang Xiaoyang was stunned, then pushed Lao Zhao away, "You... are you sick?"

"I'm not sick!" Lao Zhao said, "I'm serious!"

"I don't even know what you call me? I'll marry you?"

"My name is Zhao Fei. I am 32 years old this year. I am from Shangjing. I am an antique dealer." Lao Zhao said, "Girl, what else do you want to know?"

"I...I don't want to know..." Zhang Xiaoyang was very confused and stood up in a hurry, turning around and running, "I'm sorry, I'll leave first..."

Old Zhao made up his mind and chased after her and hugged her from behind, "Zhang Xiaoyang!"

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaoyang cried and struggled, "Let me go! What are you doing?"

"Girl, don't leave!" Old Zhao was moved, "I marry you! I marry you!!!"

"I don't know you at all!" Zhang Xiaoyang cried.

"A lifetime is long!" Old Zhao yelled, "There are still decades left, enough for you to understand!"

"I don't need you to pity me!"

"Then you pity me!" Lao Zhao shouted, "I don't want you to have another man! I don't want my son to call someone else's father! I don't want!"

"You won't want mine...you just want children..." Zhang Xiaoyang cried and almost begged, "The children are yours, but please let me go..."

"You are nonsense!" Old Zhao's eyes turned red, "I have always been reserved in front of the young master. All I am afraid of is that I have no turning back. I can't let go of myself anymore! Now that I have to say this, you let me let you go? Is it possible? I'm shameless today! Zhang Xiaoyang, I fucking know you have money! But I'm not a soft-hearted person, I won't cling to your high branches! I don't want your penny dowry, I will support you for the rest of my life!"

"Are you fucking stupid?" Zhang Xiaoyang cried and scolded, "I am a disgraced woman with a bad reputation and a body is not clean anymore. What do you want me to do? Will I regret it if I keep it?"

"You fart!" Old Zhao turned her body and looked at her angrily, "If you dare to say that you are not clean, I will fuck you!"

"You!" Zhang Xiaoyang was stunned by Lao Zhao's domineering aura.

Lao Zhao stared at her with blood-red eyes, "Zhang Xiaoyang, remember that my eyes are known as ignite eyes. You will occasionally make mistakes when looking at antiques, but you will never make mistakes when looking at people! You are a good girl, Feng Yuan's little face is just pretending, he is not worthy of you! I like you, I fall in love with you, I will marry you! In this life, I will not marry you!"

Zhang Xiaoyang looked at him sadly, "Are you fucking stupid? You are stupid!"

Lao Zhao hugged her tightly, "I'm stupid! I recognize it!"

Zhang Xiaoyang stopped struggling, and cried into tears in his arms.
Chapter completed!
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