Chapter 169

Liang Jia was stunned and looked at the man in black in front of her. It seemed that she didn't see who he was. But soon, Liang Jia suddenly recovered. Her eyes moved and looked at his bandaged arm.

She trembled a little and felt that the words were all in her hand. She turned around and walked straight to Zhou Xingchen. Just for a second, she stretched out her arm to hug Zhou Xingchen and put it down again.

She didn't dare. She was afraid to hurt him again.

That drop of blood is like a drop on her heart, let her heart like that pain.

Seeing Liang Jia with a little hesitation, he didn't dare to go forward to hold him. Zhou Xingchen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, reached out to hold Liang Jia in his arms, and his eyes fell on her moist pupils. He bent down, buried his head in her shoulder, felt her temperature, and then he really felt that he was home.

Holding her arm with force, Zhou Xingchen's low voice came out from her shoulder: "Jia'er, I don't want to stand at the door all the time. Let's go in and sit down."

After a whole day of worry, at this moment, in Zhou Xingchen's arms, she felt that Zhou Xingchen was really safe back. Her worries were superfluous. She sniffed, supported his tired body, and said a good word.

In the middle of the night, the Zhou family was full of lights and seemed to wake up from the darkness.

Yan Du'an stands in the same place, watching Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen embrace each other closely. His eyes are as deep as the sea falling into the darkness, his lips are tightly pursed, and he never says a word.

When Liang Jia wanted to help Zhou Xingchen come over, he said in a lonely way that I went back first and then rushed out of the door.

Looking at Yan Du'an's lonely figure rocking back to the next room, Zhou Xingchen smiles where Liang Jia can't see him, and lets Liang Jia help him to the sofa.

When she heard that Yan Du'an wanted to go back, Liang Jia didn't care too much. Knowing that he was intact was enough, so she didn't pay much attention to Yan Du'an's lonely figure. She just helped Zhou Xingchen to sit down on the sofa. She just wanted to leave to get the medicine box to change the bandage for Zhou Xingchen. Unexpectedly, she just turned around and was held in her arms by Zhou Xingchen.

In the quiet living room, Liang Jia leaned against Zhou Xingchen's chest. She could only hear Zhou Xingchen's strong and powerful heartbeat. Her anxious heart miraculously calmed down after hearing the heartbeat. Just when she was a little stunned, she heard Zhou Xingchen's hoarse and low voice coming slowly in her ear: "Jia'er, today, as agreed, To break Ning Lihan's other leg. "

Liang Jia wants to get rid of his arms to take the medicine box, and her hand immediately froze. It seems that she can't believe it. She slowly raises her eyes and looks at some lazy Zhou Xingchen. Her eyes move.

Needless to say, Zhou Xingchen must have his reasons for doing so.

In fact, if Yan Du'an hadn't said that the photos and videos released at the banquet last night were all made by Ning Lihan, he would not have let Ning Lihan go. Unfortunately, all this happened to let him know. When he thought of Liang Jia as she was yesterday and her pale and helpless face, his heart would have been hurt like thousands of knives, Since Ning Lihan challenged his bottom line again and again, he had to do what he had said.

He even thought it would be cheaper to break his leg.

He narrowed his eyes, his pupils became deep, as if he saw Ning Lihan kneeling on the ground, his eyes begging for mercy at that time, and raised the corner of his mouth. He came back and touched Liang Jia's soft hair top, which offended him. But if anyone wanted to hurt her, he had to see Zhou Xingchen and let him go.

As long as he stands here for a day, people who want to hurt her must walk over his body!

Afraid of mentioning Liang Jia's sad story, Zhou Xingchen once decided not to tell her, but on second thought, since Liang Jia has let go of it, it's better to tell her, let alone help her revenge: "Jia'er, do you know? He released the videos and photos, but Yan Du'an found them by chance and wanted to stop them. He tied them up. "

Seeing Liang Jia's eyes shrink for a moment, he pauses, touches her face to comfort her, and says: "fortunately, Ning Lihan just doesn't give Yan Duan anything to eat. After starving him for a few days, it's nothing. But I can't spare him today, so... "

He didn't finish what he said, his eyes became deep again, but Liang Jia already understood it all. Her eyes move, all this is really she did not expect, but Liang Jia never thought, in front of this man actually in order to help her out a breath, to break Ning Lihan's leg.

How much does the man love her? Perhaps, even Zhou Xingchen himself did not know how much he loved.

She raised the corner of her mouth, some gently smile, her hands tremble to cover the scar of being scratched because of fighting, some painfully looked at Zhou Xingchen's dark eyes, and sighed: "you are really stupid... Actually, you have done so much for me..."I have never seen anyone more stupid than him. In fact, he can punish Ning Lihan by putting him under house arrest for a few days. But for her sake, he directly breaks Ning Lihan's other leg.

Looking at his bandage dyed red by blood, and the blood red scratch, she felt distressed. She stood up and wanted to take out the medicine box from the cupboard to help him apply the medicine, but she didn't want to be pulled by Zhou Xingchen. Her red lips were held by him, and a fierce kiss suddenly hit her.

Liang Jia worried about Zhou Xingchen's shoulder injury, and did not dare to move more. She could only allow Zhou Xingchen to bully her. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xingchen did not respond to her. Instead, she plundered her more wantonly, forcing her to respond.

Finally, Liang Jia couldn't resist Zhou Xingchen's plunder and began to fight back.

"Another child..." whispered in Liang Jia's ear, and covered her lips again.

Soon, lust swept in again.

In the brightly lit living room, the ambiguities in the first room gradually spread, and the lingering and whispering between lovers also disappeared in the air with the ambiguities of the high temperature.