Chapter 122

If Han Zhi didn't believe it, she felt that Xiao lie was favoring Ye Xiyue, and a few strands of grievance suddenly appeared on her pale face.

"Brother Xiao, I know she's your wife. You should love her. I don't want to argue with her. I really like you. I just want to be with you. Even if I don't have a reputation, I'd like to."

She half raised her chin, and her big wet eyes looked at Xiao lie. Her poor appearance was enough to make any man move.

When Xiao lie heard her words, he twisted his eyebrows heavily, and the violent spirit around him increased a bit more.

"Even if I do this all the time, would you like to be with me?"

Han Zhiruo was almost suffocated by his powerful pressure. Her knees became softer and softer. Her fingertips were firmly clasping the wall column, and she was almost unstable.

The tooth shell clenched her lower lip, and one deep tooth mark after another fell on the lip flap. The wet meaning in her eyes was more obvious, as if she would shed tears the next moment.

She forced herself to nod and say "yes", but under such terrible pressure, let alone talk, she felt that her chest was pressed by a rock and was completely breathless.

Xiao lie saw that her face was too white, and there were tears in his eyes, but he didn't mean to pity her. On the contrary, the cold color on his body was even worse, forcing her to feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Miss Han, I will only love my wife in this life. I won't take a concubine to fill the house, and I won't let people follow me without identity. Go back and don't come down to me privately!"

For a moment, he restrained his authority, but he didn't look at Han Zhiruo any more and directly raised his feet and walked out.

When passing by, Han Zhiruo could no longer support her. Her knee was soft and fell to the ground. Xiao lie turned a blind eye and walked directly in front of her.

Han Zhiruo fell down and sat on the ground, her broken hair on her forehead and cheeks was wet with cold sweat, and her face was as white as paper.

She bit her lip, full of unwilling eyes, but she didn't have the courage to catch up.

……

Han Zhizhi lay flat on the bed with his clothes spread out in front of him, revealing his excessively white chest, which was clearly pierced with four silver needles.

It didn't hurt much when I went in, but with the passage of time, a burning pain slowly poured up from the four places, and it became more and more painful.

He frowned hard, and a few drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Looking at his expression, he knew that he was trying his best to bear the pain, and even his hands had been clenched into fists.

Ye Xiyue looked at him with a low eye and said with a light smile, "villa leader Han doesn't have to endure the pain. It doesn't matter."

When she was in modern times, she used to prick people and was used to hearing those pig like screams, so even if Han Zhizhi couldn't help crying out, she wouldn't feel anything.

"Mrs. Lao bothered. Han is OK."

Ye Xiyue didn't know how. When she heard Han Zhizhi's "OK", she suddenly wanted to hear his pain.

I don't know if this is bad fun!

"Then villa leader Han has to bear it again!"

She said calmly. She took out a thin needle from the acupuncture bag, which was twice as long as the previous four needles. The tip of the needle was aimed at Han Zhizhi's lower abdomen and stabbed it all at once.

"Oh!"

Han Zhizhi snorted heavily. The sudden pain made him have no time to bear it, so he had already cried out in pain.

Just at this time, Xiao liegang walked to the door of the wing room. The hand who was going to knock on the door suddenly sank on his face.