The burning pain made her heart feel like needles...
When the mother sitting next to her saw this, she excitedly stepped forward to argue with Xia Binghuai, "Why are you beating my daughter? You are a bad person, a bad person!"
Xia Binghuai's mother, Li Qinglin, was prone to falling ill when she got excited, which made Xia Binghuai even more irritable and she left angrily.
Li Qinglin hurriedly walked to Xia Weiyang and said anxiously, "Yangyang, baby, let mom take a look."
Li Qinglin looked at her nervously, her eyes full of distress.
Xia Weiyang held back the tears in her eyes, raised her lips and smiled, "Mom, I'm fine."
"Does it hurt?"
"Mom, can you give me a blowjob?"
Seeing her mother blowing her cheeks is just like when she was a child, her mother would hold her and blow her cheeks when she fell somewhere or was injured by her father.
She felt sour and almost shed tears. She stretched out her arms and hugged her mother tightly, holding back her tears and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Mom, I'm really fine. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."
Her mother was a patient, and she was always in a trance, forgetting everyone except that she had such a daughter.
In everyone's eyes, she is a madman...
When she gets sick, if Weiyang is not around, she will cry and make a fuss.
As for why her mother is like this, her father remains silent. This has always been a mystery in Xia Weiyang's heart.
Xia Weiyang patted her mother's back to comfort her.
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At night, Xia Weiyang sat at the table and pulled out her clothing design drawings. Unique and fashionable clothing was painted on the white paper. Weiyang let out a long sigh.
Those were her manuscripts, one of which had been sent to the e.shine clothing company's application email.
Seven days have passed with no results, so it seems hopeless...
She majored in fashion design in college. Unfortunately, she had just graduated and had no work experience and had not won any big awards. Many companies did not hire her. Weiyang had been working as a part-time graphic model since college. This was her only source of livelihood and this
The family's only source of income now.
The phone vibrated suddenly. It was a call from my friend He Chuyun from abroad.
Weiyang was about to express her bitterness. As soon as she pressed the answer button, she heard He Chuyun's high-pitched scream, "Look! Is that woman who was raped on the Internet you?"
"What?"
Weiyang was a little confused, and then heard He Chuyun say anxiously, "Hurry up and check the Internet. There is a video about rape that has gone viral on the Internet! That woman is exactly the same as you!"
Weiyang's heart skipped a beat.
The cell phone in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
She quickly turned on the computer, typing on the keyboard with trembling fingers to search. When the horrifying scene in her memory appeared on the screen, she froze!
The video of her being violated by the demon in the elevator...
And the title turned out to be: The president of a certain group raped a single woman in an elevator!
The video was not processed at all, and her appearance could be clearly seen. On the contrary, it was the man, with his back to the surveillance head, and only his side face was vaguely visible.
Who posted the video online? Now everyone in the world knows that she was raped.