Su Xiaobai's eyes widened in horror, his right hand scrolled the mouse, and he scrolled down the pictures one by one. It wasn't until he turned to the last one that Su Xiaobai let go of his hand.

Bai Zhihan was furious because of these pictures.

Her chance encounter with Murong was photographed, but she and Murong were not as close as in the photos, she did not hold hands with Murong, nor did Murong kiss. These photos have been manipulated.

Bai Zhihan saw Su Xiaobai's expression, and the anger in his heart exploded in an instant. He kicked on the desk, and the heavy desk moved a short distance.

Su Xiaobai raised his head and looked at Bai Zhihan, and his voice was choked: "Bai Zhihan, these photos have been manipulated." ”

Bai Zhihan couldn't listen to anything now, and his mind was full of pictures of Su Xiaobai and Murong making love. He angrily smashed the contents of the study, and the sound of objects shattering was incessant. Su Xiaobai sat on the chair with his knees crossed, trying to shrink himself into a ball, looking at the angry Bai Zhihan in fear.

When the things in the study were almost smashed, Bai Zhihan's anger calmed down a little.

He glanced at Su Xiaobai and slammed the door.

Su Xiaobai lost his soul and sat in the study in a daze, and only came back to his senses after a long, long time.

She stepped barefoot on the floor full of debris, and some shards pierced the soles of her feet, and the pain hit in bursts, but Su Xiaobai didn't care about it. She ran downstairs and didn't see Bai Zhihan, not in the courtyard.

Su Xiaobai hung his head, he must have left, leaving her alone in the countryside again.

His nose suddenly became sore, and Su Xiaobai cried uncontrollably. Bai Zhihan didn't even give her a chance to explain, so he convicted her.

She cried as she swept the debris in the study with a broom, and the wounds on her feet gradually increased, staining the white floor red. Su Xiaobai cried and went back to the bedroom, put on slippers and returned to the study to continue cleaning.

After wiping the blood stains away, Su Xiaobai returned to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. What happened today poured into her mind, Su Xiaobai reached out and wiped her tears, but the tears flowed even more fiercely. She closed her eyes and stopped the tears from flowing.

Bai Zhihan didn't believe her, this was what made her the most aggrieved.

Crying and crying, Su Xiaobai fell asleep. At this time, Bai Zhihan was sitting in the back seat of the car with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ten minutes ago, Bai Zhihan walked out of the villa angrily and ordered the driver to drive. The driver did not dare to disobey or speak, and drove carefully with trepidation.

Bai Zhihan didn't say where he was going, and the driver could only wander around the villa aimlessly.

The windows of the car were not closed, and the night wind whistled into the car, making Bai Zhihan's hair a little messy. After calming down, he also felt that things were very strange.

Su Xiaobai is a woman who loves herself cleanly, and she is also very timid, besides, she and Murong have not met many times, so they will not kiss Murong so frivolously. The strange email came not long after he spoke with Bai Song, which had to make people suspicious. Before, he was carried away by anger, but now that he thinks about it, the whole thing is full of holes.

Bai Zhihan called Linda's phone and asked Linda to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Linda's work efficiency is very fast, and it didn't take long to find out what Bai Zhihan had ordered, and then edited the cause and effect into a text message and sent it to Bai Zhihan's mobile phone. Bai Zhihan took a deep breath and opened the text message. As he thought, the photographs were composited, and it was his father who was responsible for all this.

Bai Song has always been airtight, but this time he left such a big flaw, he must have wanted to warn Bai Zhihan.

Realizing that he had misunderstood Su Xiaobai, Bai Zhihan felt guilty. In his mind, Su Xiaobai shrunk in a chair and looked scared, blaming himself and feeling distressed. Ever since he found out that Su Xiaobai was afraid that he would smash things, he tried his best to control this behavior. But when he saw those pictures tonight, he lost his mind.

This time it was indeed him who was wrong.

Bai Zhihan instructed the driver to go back to the villa.

This time, I don't know how long Su Xiaobai is going to make trouble, no matter how long he makes trouble, he won't get angry.

As soon as he returned to the villa, Bai Zhihan hurried to the study. The original messy study has been tidyed up, and Bai Zhihan didn't hire a servant, so all of this was sorted out by Su Xiaobai.

He walked out of the study and into the bedroom. There were no lights on in the bedroom, and it was pitch black. Bai Zhihan turned on the dimest light, and Su Xiaobai's eyelashes trembled.

She lay on the quilt, cold and curled up in a ball, looking weak and helpless. Bai Zhihan walked over, lifted the corners of the quilt, picked up Su Xiaobai and wanted to carry her into the silk quilt.

A bloodstain on the silk quilt caught his attention, and Bai Zhihan's eyes fell on her feet, and he felt a burst of self-blame in his heart. She wasn't wearing shoes when she pulled her out of bed before, and he was completely overwhelmed by anger and didn't notice.

Bai Zhihan covered Su Xiaobai with a clean silk quilt, went to catch the hot water, and gently covered the soles of her feet. As soon as he touched the hot towel, Su Xiaobai's feet were about to shrink into the quilt. Bai Zhihan's eyes quickly grabbed her ankles, and he lightened the movements of his hands even more.

The blood had scabbed over, and it took a long time to wash it off completely with a hot towel. Looking at the shocking wounds on Su Xiaobai's feet, Bai Zhihan's heart felt like he had been punched hard, and he couldn't stop the pain.

In the morning, because of him, she bit the tip of her tongue. In the evening, because of him, her foot was cut by splinters. Bai Zhihan looked at the sleeping Su Xiaobai, the emotions in his eyes were complicated, and he muttered: "Su Xiaobai, what should I do with you?"

After meeting Su Xiaobai, the possessiveness hidden in his body sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and he wanted to have her completely, from body to heart.

The towel was already stained red with blood, which was very dazzling, and Bai Zhihan threw the towel into the garbage basket. He undressed and turned on the shower, the cold water sliding through every inch of his skin.

Because of the mistake of blaming Su Xiaobai, Bai Zhihan's heart was very stuffy. He decided to wait for Su Xiaobai to wake up tomorrow and take her to relax, she should really want to go out to play.

Bai Zhihan pulled the towel to wipe off the water stains on his body, put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom. He walked over to the bed, lifted the covers and lay in. He approached Su Xiaobai and habitually took Su Xiaobai into his arms. Su Xiaobai's body trembled, Bai Zhihan gently patted her back and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry." ”

He lived for more than twenty years and never said a word of sorry. This is the first and last sentence. From now on, he will never hurt Su Xiaobai again.

Su Xiaobai's body gradually relaxed, and even leaned into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the top of Su Xiaobai's hair, stretched out his long hand and turned off the light.

The smell on Su Xiaobai's body was the best sleeping pill, and soon he fell asleep.