Chapter 22: She will only be more painful!

Woe does not come alone.

Xue Luo held her body tightly with her arms to reduce the sense of coldness and hunger. She walked aimlessly on the stormy streets, but she did not know that she had followed two young scummers.

"Beauty, alone? Let's go home and relax with my brother." Killer Matt, with purple hair, took a step forward, patted Xue Luo's shoulder, his words were very frivolous and suffocating.

Snow fell in shock, converging and just screaming, "What do you want to do? Stay away from me."

After a dark black Ferrari was hidden in the flower garden in the auxiliary road, Feng Xinglang's gaze turned to playfulness. He really wanted to see this idiot woman run out without a thought in the middle of the night. What would she do.

Xue Luo didn't want to say anything to this little lunatic, and hurriedly rushed towards the asphalt road where there were bright cars.

But I didn't think there was a killer Matt in front of her, and she stopped her way directly, "What are you going to run, wait for our brothers to be cool before they can run! Come on girl, we will pay you . "

"Scum!" Xue Luo scolded, and shouted, "Come, help! Come on, hooligan!"

The two killing Matt didn't seem to think that Lin Xueluo, who seemed to be thin, had such a high-pitched voice, and still screamed with stubbornness, which made them panic. One of them was conditioned. Pulled out a utility knife from the body and shook it a few times in front of Xue Luo, "Smelly woman, dare you tell me to cut your throat!"

Seeing that the person took out the utility knife, Xue Luo was also panicked, and said it was fake if he wasn't afraid, but Xue Luo was holding it while pressing himself to calm down. The man took the opportunity and flew towards the snow ...

Speaking of time and time, a strong physique, like a whirlwind, rushed towards the two little punks. Sighting that killing Matt with a knife was a severe right uppercut. The purple-haired killer Matt immediately fell in response to Feng Xinglang's right uppercut.

When Xue Luo saw that the ‘good-hearted person’ who helped him turned out to be Feng Xinglang, the whole person was even more bleak. It seems that Feng Xinglang hates and hates her more than these two little bastards.

Taking advantage of this, Xue Luo took off the leather shoes on his feet and hit the other one who wanted to hug her. He hit his heel on the head, and he instinctively released it. hand.

There was no glance at Feng Xinglang. Xue Luo put on his shoes and rushed to the asphalt road, and stopped a taxi to leave the scene.

Was the man passing by, or did he chase him out and watch her out? Anyway, that man will never be so kind!

The dark black Ferrari always followed the taxi in front. After seeing Xue Luo Anping reach the Xia family, Feng Xinglang left with the accelerator. The woman just took off her high-heeled shoes and beat the little scumbags, so she didn't let go.

On the way back to Fengjia, Feng Xinglang's heart passed a sense of inexplicability. An inexplicable feeling!

Xia family.

Xia Zhengyang, the head of the family, just returned from a business trip. Wen Meijuan is questioning why he came home two hours late. What have you been doing these two hours. Because Wen Meijuan found that the flight tonight was not late.

"Well, aunt. I'm back." Xue Luo's voice was dumb.

"Xue Luo? Why are you back? Why are you crying?" Xia Zhengyang could not explain to his wife and asked Xue Luo.

"I'm fine. I miss home, so I'm back. Alas, aunt, I'm going upstairs to rest, good night."

Xue Luo did not say what happened to her. Because Xia Zhengyang and Aunt Wen Meijuan are not at all objects to talk about. If they could listen to her, Xue Luo wouldn't be forced to marry and marry into Feng's family.

Can Xia Zhengyang's family be his own? The concept of home seems to be a little fuzzy and unclear.

"What's wrong with this child?" Xia Zhengyang asked distressed. After all, Xue Luo is the daughter of his sister, and his sister-in-law, Xia Zhengyang.

"I'm still thinking about the little gift given by Feng Jia." Wen Meijuan didn't welcome Lin Xueluo's return home.

"I think she can't stand the torture of Feng Lixin, so she fled back." Xia Yishu, who was studying good homework, said grimly.

Hearing the words of his younger daughter, Xia Zhengyang's heart was stunned, thinking: Shouldn't this Feng Xin be really distorted because of disfigured?

"Okay, no matter what happens, as long as Xue Luo wants to live in Xia's house, we have to welcome. No one is allowed to shake her face! Did you hear that? Especially you Wen Meijuan!" Xia Zhengyang said calmly.

Wen Meijuan glanced upstairs without a word.

In the attic on the third floor. Xue Luo locked herself in the room and burst into tears.

Forced to marry the disfigured Feng Lixin, Xue Luo had no choice. She thought that as long as she took good care of Feng Lixin herself, she could be regarded as fulfilling her duty as a wife.

But she really did not expect that Feng Xinglang would humiliate her again and again. And this time, it was even too much, and he put his finger in the place where the woman could hardly open his teeth. Xue Luo clenched her legs tightly, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had a different interest there.

So she rushed into the bathroom and washed herself back and forth three times.

But it seemed that the man could smell the cool, minty smell of the man and couldn't wash it off. It was as if it had been branded to her.

Xia Zhengyang came in and brought Xue Luo's favorite date cake and aloe yogurt.

"Xue Luo, haven't you had dinner yet?" Xia Zhengyang asked lovingly. "I'm awkward. I almost put the yoghurt in the microwave when I heat the date cake."

"Well ..." Xue Luo sobbed, and flung into Xia Zhengyang's arms, choking. Xue Luo did not know whether his parents had died or were missing. In these 22 years, Xia Zhengyang was her only relative.

"Sorry, I was wronged because of my urgency." Xia Zhengyang patted Xue Luo's back, reviewing with guilt.

"Feng Lixin's look ... scared you? Did he bully you?" Xia Zhengyang asked softly.

Xue Luo shook her head, "No. Li Xin is very good to me."

Seeing Xueluo didn't want to say anything, Xia Zhengyang didn't ask much. "Snow is falling, and you live in the house of your uncle at ease. This is also your home. If you are unhappy, come back. You can stay as long as you want."

Feng family.

Feng Lixin didn't know that Xue Luo had been banished for the run the next afternoon.

"Feng Xinglang! You're too much! Hurry and get me the snow back! If you can't find it, don't come back!"

Feng Lixin was really angry. Although Xueluo was married for four days, his impression of Xueluo was quite good: graceful and beautiful, tough and clever. Is a rare good girl. Only by handing his brother Feng Xinglang to such a good girl, Feng Lixin can walk with peace of mind. Even if you die, you can stare.

"Brother, let's get rid of it first. It's her own leave. Maybe she feels sad to marry me. Why do you want her to come back when it's difficult for a strong person? She will only be more painful!" Feng Xinglang said coldly.