Chapter 8

An Xiaoqiao nodded and shook his head, "no... I don't know."

The magnificent palaces and pavilions are built in the European style of the middle ages, with the top rising into the clouds. It seems that they want to go through the sky to see the mystery of space.

The majestic palace corridor stretches all the way to the end beyond our eyes, surrounded by dazzling enamel and vivid marble statues, such as the soul of Van Gogh, the spirit of Miller, the hand of Rodin and the God of Da Vinci.

An Xiaoqiao is deeply shocked by the scene in front of her. Whether from TV or novels, she has never seen such a splendid building in the world.

After getting off, Ling shaotian takes an Xiaoqiao to a house in the palace, where two men are tied.

Blood dripping Yan Xizheng, a middle-aged man with the temperament of a nouveau riche.

An Xiaoqiao immediately ran to Yan Xizheng's body. Although she had extinguished her last love for him in her heart, after all, she had been in love for many years. She couldn't bear to see Yan Xizheng in a mess.

Love is like a torch against the wind.

"Let him go!" An Xiaoqiao glares at Ling shaotian.

Ling shaotian leans lazily on the sofa, a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes, and the petite woman actually guards her old lover like a knight.

"You want me to let him go? He sent someone to take my picture secretly. What's the charge? "

"He even plans to publicize the evidence that I support you. How can this account be calculated?"

"He took me as a fool and used you to borrow money from me. What's the account

Ling shaotian stood up and kicked over the table in front of him. He fell down in a mess. "Tell me how to put it!"

An Xiaoqiao shakes her body. She can't look directly into Ling shaotian's eyes any more. No one can face the angry devil. Just now, when Ling shaotian was cruelly abusing Yan Xizheng in the hospital, an Xiaoqiao all looked in his eyes, but she was so scared that she didn't dare to do anything.

But strong an Xiaoqiao still protects Yan Xizheng's body, trying to use his weak body to resist all the storm for him.

"I don't care, no matter what, I won't allow you to touch him!"

An Xiaoqiao's resolute tone makes several bodyguards in the house look at each other unconsciously. It's the first time to meet the woman who dares to challenge Ling shaotian.

Ling shaotian strides to an Xiaoqiao's body. The heavy breathing makes an Xiaoqiao shake like chaff. The man holds up her chin and points to the man beside Yan Xi.

"See clearly, this person who is trying to molest you in the hospital is actually colluding with your old lover. Are you still going to protect him?"

When an Xiaoqiao just came in, he only noticed Yan Xizheng, but did not notice the middle-aged obscene man with upstart temperament.

She looked at the man in disbelief, and the man's guilty eyes had proved everything.

Anxiaoqiao is going crazy.

Yan Xizheng has been kneeling there. His eyes are like a pool of stagnant water. The tears falling from the corner of his eyes seem to be telling endless regret, as well as mourning his dying life.

"Why?" Anxiaoqiao hysterical cry.

"Yan Xizheng, you were not like this before, you were not like this!" An Xiaoqiao's tears flow down, weeping, squatting down to tightly embrace Yan Xizheng.

The man who once gave her the warmest embrace, the man who once proposed to her on one knee.

Now abandon her, threaten her, use her, cheat her.

Ling shaotian turns his back. He doesn't want to see such a picture of hardship. At the same time, he tries to control his impulse to pull an Xiaoqiao back. The more an Xiaoqiao is like this, the more Ling shaotian likes her!

Like her?

Ling shaotian's heart suddenly shakes. When did he begin to like this woman?

"Tell me, how can I let Yan Xizheng go?" An Xiaoqiao's choking voice came from behind Ling shaotian.

It seems that this woman is still determined to protect him to the end.

Ling shaotian can't seem to control her emotions any more. She turns around and presses an Xiaoqiao's shoulder and pushes her to the wall.

Handsome face, tall body, burning flame like male soul, hot male breath, anxiously, almost suffocating.

"Woman, do you know why I keep him till now?"

Ling shaotian's sexy and charming lips are attached to her ears with hatred, "it's not because of you!"

"Because of me?"

Under the pressure of Ling shaotian, an Xiaoqiao sticks to the wall tightly. The hot breath makes her courage to protect her old lover disappear. She can clearly see the desire of coexistence of calmness and aggression from Ling shaotian's deep eyes.

Painstaking unequal treaties, deliberate trample on opponents in applause.

No matter which one, Ann Xiaoqiao finds a fact that she is playing with the devil in the dark with her bare hands and no rules. It seems that she has taken a few moves, but it is only from the devil's tolerance.

Even a playful attitude.

So, what is your own capital?

Ling shaotian's words finally awakened a group of chaotic anxiaoqiao.

"Why, because of me, what do you want?"

An Xiaoqiao no longer looks directly at Ling shaotian's eyes, some obedient, and some humble low eyebrow, but also confused. Because the day before yesterday, he was still taking the man in front of him as a duck whoring.

Ling shaotian's mouth finally outlines a smile that bewitches all living beings. He looks at an Xiaoqiao in front of him playfully, and his low brow makes him enjoy it.

The man's powerful palm was long and white, and he touched an Xiaoqiao's cheek with some pity. It overflowed with a cold temperature, but it just sent a warm palpitation to the woman's heart.

"Don't be so narcissistic. Do you think I want you? I just want to use you. When you get tired of playing, you will be free. "

Ling shaotian's words make an Xiaoqiao a little angry.

I'm tired of using it.

Such words in an Xiaoqiao's consciousness is a kind of insult, money is great? Can we treat people as objects!

The cry in my heart didn't dare to appear on my face, but I still didn't understand and asked: "I don't have... No beauty, can't you find other women?"

Ling shaotian certainly won't tell her that only when facing an Xiaoqiao can he regain his power like a man.

"Of course you don't have any beauty, but you're just a little cleaner, and I'm a cleaner."

Ling shaotian pause, raised an Xiaoqiao's chin, looked at her playfully, and continued: "you're so free, Dang woman, there's no reason not to agree with me, right?"

Let go, Dang! With Shangling shaotian's eyes, an Xiaoqiao once again reminds him of the fact that he spent money to find a man for public relations. For a moment, he is too eloquent to explain.

"Don't explain, agree, or not?"

Ling shaotian stares at an Xiaoqiao.

"I..." an Xiaoqiao's struggling look and embarrassed tone fell into Ling shaotian's eyes one by one.

"Yes, or no?" Ling shaotian doesn't want to give her a chance to think about it.

The short silence is an endless struggle in an Xiaoqiao's heart. At that time, an Xiaoqiao, 25 years old, became a professional physiotherapy doctor through his own hard work and efforts. With a stable salary and respected dignity, his life should have been quiet and calm.

Now, he was insulted to lose his personality, but if he didn't agree with him, Yan Xizheng would lose his life in his refusal.

Yan Xizheng, who often wears jeans and a white shirt, smiles cleanly at the sunrise.

Even though Yan Xizheng has lost his eyes, in order to protect the love in his heart, an Xiaoqiao will never have the heart to let him die.

Unconsciously, red eyes, wet clothes.

"I promise..." she clenched her teeth, tears in her eyes, some stubborn, some hate looking directly into Ling shaotian's eyes.