Zhou Yu stretched out her hand and stroked her neck that was almost broken due to strangulation. Fortunately, her head was still there. At that moment, she really thought she was going to die.
She held on to her weak body and managed to get up. Just as she was about to leave, a strange shadow suddenly appeared on the ground in front of her. She was startled and turned around quickly. Before she could see clearly who it was, her head hit her.
After a blow, his vision went dark, and his body fell to the ground weakly.
"You, a little bitch, dare to threaten him, you deserve to die, you deserve to die..." Under the cold light, I saw a ferocious-looking woman with a wooden stick in her hand. She raised her foot and walked toward Zhou Yu.
There were violent kicks on her body, as if this could not relieve the hatred, he raised the wooden stick and hit her wildly.
This bloody and violent scene makes people shudder.
One by one
Dongfang Xing returned to the room quietly. Xia Houhuan'er was still sleeping deeply, with no sign of waking up. He took off his coat, then walked into the bathroom, squeezed out hand sanitizer, and washed it carefully.
He held his hands and washed every finger very clean.
He will not hold her with the hands that have touched other women, because he will feel dirty.
After washing his hands, he pushed open the bathroom door and saw Xia Houhuan'er sitting up sleepily.
He walked over, got on the bed, hugged her, and whispered: "I woke you up, it's still early, go to sleep."
Xia Houhuan'er blinked her misty eyes, leaned her soft body into his arms, adjusted to a comfortable position, yawned, closed her eyes, and asked vaguely: "What did you just do?
What’s up?”
Dongfang Xing hugged her, gently ran his palms along her back, smiled slightly and said, "I went to see my son in the next room. It's cold today. I'm afraid he will catch a cold by kicking the quilt."
Xiahou Huan'er lay in his arms, sneered lazily and said, "When did you care about your son so much?"
Dongfang Xing took her hand, clasped it gently, and said with a faint smile: "He is sick, and you are the one who is tormenting him."
"My son will be very sad when he hears this..." Xiahou Huan'er closed her eyes, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and her voice gradually became softer as she became sleepier.
"He will understand when he has someone he loves." He said softly.
"My son is still young... Where can I find my lover..." He is not normal, but if he is normal, then he is not Dongfang Xing.
Xiahou Huan'er said and fell asleep deeply.
In the night, red eyes flashed at her momentarily.
Even if he wants to challenge the core of power, he will not let his wife and children be harmed in the slightest.
One by one
The Chinese New Year is coming, and everyone thought they could relax a bit. Who knows, a robot appeared on the street, and a tense atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire military region.
In the secret meeting room.
Wan Bupo frowned and said, "Since Luo Yusi's factory stopped operating, I have been sending people to pay attention to his whereabouts. He now works in a financial company, working from nine to five, and comes to get off work on time. There is nothing unusual."
"I once sneaked into that factory, and it has indeed been scrapped." Si Chen's face also turned a little gloomy. No, they thought it was okay to keep an eye on Luo Yusi, but now, a robot suddenly appeared,
Isn't it arrogant to declare that they are closely connected to each other?
Dongfang Xing's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly to death. He stretched out his hand and tapped the table gently.
