The words in Liao Yuanyuan's eyes completely angered Qian Xiaojue. She clenched her fists forbearingly, no longer caring about anything else, but looked up coldly at Ye Feihan and asked, "Are you really willing to let me kill you?"
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She unleashed her hatred fiercely and no longer concealed all her anger.
Locke knew that she might not be able to control it anymore. She could no longer control her heart full of hatred... and he was actually willing to let all this develop naturally...
Therefore, Locke stood up slowly and faced Ye Feihan.
Perhaps, they had really endured it for too long, so the pain was so painful that they numbed themselves, but they still refused to let themselves go.
Perhaps, only if Liao Yuanyuan really dies can they be completely freed.
And will she be able to return to them?
Ye Feihan immediately motioned to his men to take Liao Yuanyuan away: "Take care of her before she dies."
Then the men in black pushed the iron cage down. The moment he turned around, Liao Yuanyuan endured the pain and looked at Qian Xiaojue sarcastically again: Look, he will still save me and won't let me die.
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Qian Xiaojue was not moved by her provocation this time, because she knew that Ye Feihan seemed to be telling the truth this time.
Ye Feihan was not in a hurry to explain, but looked at the blood on the ground coldly and turned around in disgust, leaving only one sentence: "This place is too dirty, Ah Jiu, let's change rooms."
After saying that, Ye Feihan took the lead and left.
Qian Xiaojue looked at Locke, and Locke looked at him. The two held each other's hands firmly. They were relatives and comrades-in-arms. They should welcome this moment together.
Qian Xiaojue gathered her down jacket, and she was wearing a light purple dress underneath. Although it was short, it did not affect her movement, but she would definitely protect the color of the dress, because after all this was over, she had to return to the apartment.
Then wait for He Lianqing's return.
But before that, she had to solve some things first.
Locke and Qian Xiaojue followed Ye Feihan to the next room, which was the same room Qian Xiaojue entered just now.
After changing rooms, Ye Feihan sent away all the men in black, leaving only himself, Locke and Qian Xiaojue.
Then, he sat down on the sofa, poured three glasses of red wine himself, held one glass in his own hand, shook it gently, and tears fell from the rim of the glass.
"Have a drink."
Qian Xiaojue walked over and sat down on the other side, but did not drink. Instead, she looked at Ye Feihan coldly. She knew that he must have conditions.
Locke walked silently and stood behind Qian Xiaojue, like a bodyguard. He had to at least watch over her, otherwise how could he feel relieved.
"Ajiu, you are still so stubborn." Seeing that neither of them were moved, Ye Feihan shook his head, raised his head and took a sip, drank all the liquid in the cup, and then put down the quilt in his hand.
"Leave her life to you, I promise. After all, she betrayed you, and you hate her so much, I should have done this long ago."
"Is there any use in saying this now?" He had repeatedly stopped herself from killing Liao Yuanyuan, and she had already had a grudge in her heart. So Qian Xiaojue didn't think what he said was very moving at the moment, but felt it was a bit hypocritical!
Ye Feihan narrowed his eyes, looked deeply at Qian Xiaojue and smiled coldly: "Ajiu, do you think I am willing? Let her become the grudge between you and me, because of her, I always make you sad.