He put his hands behind his back and stared at her with his eyes. He moved lightly and walked around her. Finally, his burning eyes fell on her slightly protruding belly.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, the burning heat in his eyes turned into a gloomy chill, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips, "This bitch's life is really long, he won't die even if he falls off a cliff."
"Shut up, Xuanyuan Che, I know you hate me, but you can't insult my child like this, he is not a bitch!"
Xuanyuan Che approached her, held her chin, looked at her fiercely, and said angrily, "Shut up? You tell me to shut up, Xia Weiyang, you are getting bolder and bolder, do you think I
Is there nothing we can do about you?"
Xiaoxiao looked at him without fear, looking at his cold eyes, her heart calmed down. She only heard her sigh quietly and said softly, "Xuanyuan Che, can we
Want to talk about it? Why do we have to act like enemies every time we meet?"
They are not enemies.
What he loves and hates is just another person, not her, Yun Xiaoxiao.
This matter must be explained clearly to him today. Whether he believes it or not, she must let him know clearly that she is not the real Xia Weiyang, she is just resurrected in Xia Weiyang's body through a corpse.
It’s just Yun Xiaoxiao.
"Talk?"
A sarcastic smile appeared on Xuanyuan Che's lips, and then he let go, with a trace of teasing in his cold eyes, "Okay, I will talk to you. I am really looking forward to what you can say."
Xiaoxiao touched her chin, and her skin was still painful. Xuanyuan Che liked to use this trick every time, and almost deformed her chin.
"Do you remember that night? The night you threw me against the pillar?"
"If you want to say anything, just say it quickly. I don't have time to play riddles with you!"
Xiaoxiao took a breath and continued, "Actually, the real Xia Weiyang died that night because her head hit the pillar, so she died. The person you saw later was just a corpse that came back to her.