"How dare he hit you?"

couldn't listen to Ling Beibei's explanation at all, he was like a raging beast, kicking open Zhou Yanqi's door fiercely.

Zhou Yanqi was sleeping in a daze, the door was kicked open, he subconsciously sat up from a carp on the carpet, and when he saw that the person who came was faintly violent, the gentle color on his eyebrows instantly turned into nothing, he got up slowly, his eyes were cold, "Are you sick?"

Pulling the corners of his mouth disdainfully, he raised his hand and elegantly loosened his cuffs, like a cobra ready to attack at any time, he pointed to Ling Beibei behind him, with a hint of hatred in his tone: "Zhou Yanqi, I think highly of you, you can actually attack your own woman!"

Zhou Yanqi was almost amused by him, is this person the chairman of the Women's Federation? Why does he have to take care of everything with Ling Beibei, and if he can't sow discord, he still has to be charged with domestic violence, what kind of statement is this?!

I don't know if he Young Master Zhou is notoriously afraid of his wife?

"In other words, Mr. Yan, I respect you as a guest invited by my grandfather, and I don't care about some things, but did you brush your teeth early in the morning, and you came here to mess around? Do you remember Ling Beibei, she is now my wife?" Zhou Yanqi was too lazy to take care of him, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself early in the morning, so he turned around and poured himself a glass of water and drank it slowly.

Probably because of his indifferent frivolous attitude, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Zhou Yanqi's handsome chin, Zhou Yanqi was defenseless, and most of the water in the cup was spilled on his clothes. He glanced at Yan Zhi with scarlet eyes a little surprised, and immediately reacted, threw away the cup with his backhand, and clenched his fist and swung it hard at Yan Zhi's left cheek.

Yan Zhi's body shape is similar to Zhou Yanqi, but Zhou Yanqi has been used to martial arts since he was a child, and after a few moves, Yan Zhi obviously has the upper hand. When Ling Beibei brought people over, Zhou Yanqi was holding a glass lamp and slammed it towards the door, if it weren't for Zhou Yansheng's quick hand to pull Ling Beibei over, it is estimated that the delicate little table lamp would have smashed straight on her small body.

Zhou Yansheng took several other juniors to separate them with difficulty, Zhou Yanqi had a bruise on his chin, a little skin was broken in his eye sockets, revealing pink tender meat, and it was no better, the left side of his face was colored, his wrist was swollen, and although both of them were a little out of breath, their eyes were staring at each other fiercely.

"What are you two doing!Yanqi, how are you entertaining guests!" Old Man Zhou then arrived, and when he saw that his grandson was injured, he was more anxious than anyone else, because he was also a guest he had invited, so he could only reprimand his grandson.

Yan Zhi hugged his fists and bowed deeply to Old Man Zhou very apologetically, took the ice towel handed over by the servant, and pressed it on his wrist, "Grandpa Zhou, it's the younger generation who is impulsive, please don't be surprised, next time you will come to the door to apologize!"

Old Man Zhou waved his hand magnificently, letting him say goodbye to his heart. Zhou Yanqi also calmed down a lot at this time, he looked at Ling Beibei who was shrunk to the side, and then looked at the messy room, he suddenly covered his stomach and rolled on the carpet, crying out miserably in pain, the Zhou family, who were already worried about his injury, flocked to him at this time and nervously asked him where he was uncomfortable, outside the crowd, only Ling Beibei and Yan Zhi who stood not far from her were left for a while.

In fact, Ling Beibei is a little at a loss, everyone is not stupid, such a fuss, everyone basically guessed the relationship between Yanzhi and her before, the two of them fought, and said it well for Bo Hongyan to smile, so, what if it is not good?

Isn't she Ling Beibei becoming a water-based poplar and not abiding by women's morals?

Obviously, Zhou Yanqi also took this into account, and he desperately winked like Ling Beibei through the gap between the crowd, signaling her to hurry up and send Yan away first. She gritted her teeth, decisively grabbed Yanzhi's sleeve, and said softly and quickly: "Follow me!"

Ling Beibei drove Zhou Yanqi's black SUV with ease, sitting next to him silently, his wrists were red and swollen, but he didn't feel pain, his eyes drooped, like a child who made a mistake.

"When you arrive, you can take a look at the hospital first, I have to rush back to see how Zhou Yanqi is, so I won't accompany you first." Ling Beibei parked the car firmly at the entrance of the hospital, with an anxious look on her face, not paying attention to the light in her eyes dimming little by little.

"Babe. He called her softly, full of affection, as if he had seen her for the first time: "Will you hate me for all this that happened today?"

Ling Beibei was stunned by his question, she opened the skylight and let the wind blow in little by little, she turned her head, stared at him seriously, and replied word by word: "It doesn't matter if there is no intersection in the future, if there is, you will still embarrass Zhou Yanqi like today, I will definitely hate you to death." ”

Her expression was serious, and there was no hint of joke in her black eyes, which were as clean as water.

Yan Zhi suddenly remembered that night many years ago, the night was as cold as water, he lowered his head and asked Ling Beibei in his arms, what if one day, he disappeared, at that time, she also answered him with this kind of eyes, she would hate him to death.

He laughed at the beginning, just as a meaningless assumption between lovers, who knew that the peak turned around, three miles of breeze and three miles of road, step by step breeze, his world, there is no more her.

Ling Beibei drove away for a long, long time, Yan Zhidu maintained the posture just now and did not move, rubbing his sleeves like a baby, the corner that Ling Beibei grabbed tightly when he left with him in a hurry just now, as if there was still her body temperature, as if she had never left.

The nurse looked at the injured man and stood stupidly for a long time, and saw that he was gorgeously dressed, so she dared to go and ask him if he needed help, and her smile was cold, and her voice was bitter: "If my heart hurts, can it be cured?"

Ling Beibei, who was over there, quickly rushed to the old house, and saw Zhou Yanqi standing by the gate from a distance looking in her direction, seeing her appear, her eyebrows and eyes were full of surprise Ling Beibei was really worried about his injury, and he didn't care that he was still wearing a long skirt, and trotted over for a while, seeing that he was really fine, he was relieved, but he couldn't help but blame: "Zhou Yanqi, you are not a child anymore, why do you still like to solve things with your fists so much!"

Zhou Yanqi felt aggrieved in his heart, obviously he was the one who was beaten, why was he wrong? He snorted coldly, pulled his arm back from her hand vigorously, and said in an unkind tone: "Eldest sister, it's obvious that he hit me first, okay? You can't turn your elbow outward!"

Ling Beibei had long been familiar with his naivety, she stretched out her finger and poked the bruises on his chin vigorously, seeing his painful grinning, she smiled even more happily, Zhou Yanqi suddenly grabbed her delicate little hand, put it to her mouth, and asked in a tone that Ling Beibei had never heard at all: "Ling Beibei, just now, did you feel a little sorry for me?"

Ling Beibei was dumbfounded, she seemed to have lost her language function at this time, she couldn't say a complete sentence, and her fair little face was very sincere and cute pink. Zhou Yanqi saw that she didn't speak, she was a little anxious, and the strength in her hand increased involuntarily: "Is there any, is there any?"

Ling Beibei frowned in pain, gently broke free of his big hand, deliberately twisted his face away from looking at his eyes, and gently emitted a monosyllable from his throat: "Hmm." ”