Because of Feng Hao's pampering and connivance, she has always regarded this man as her own and only her own.

Even if they didn't love each other at the beginning, didn't they have a heart-to-heart relationship with each other later?

But why are they like this today?

The window was knocked, and Feng Hao straightened up and pressed down the window. Zhu Huan stood outside the car and handed over a mobile phone: "My lord, Miss Xia's mobile phone." ”

Xia Yucheng immediately wanted to snatch it when she heard it, but Feng Hao pushed her back to her seat and lay down with only one hand, and quickly flipped through it with her mobile phone with the other hand, there was no trace of the photo on it, obviously, Lu Licheng deleted the photo, along with the MMS.

"What's so nice?" Xia Yucheng wanted to sit up again, but to her chagrin, she was pushed by Feng Hao again. Repeating it a few times, Feng Hao just wouldn't let her get up.

Xia Yucheng suddenly lost his strength, his body froze, his beautiful eyes were round, and he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

Feng Hao leaned over and pressed against her delicate body to suppress her, lowered his head and bit her pink lips: "Obedient!"

"Feng Hao, don't touch me again, if you dare to touch me again, I'll sue you for rape!" Xia Yucheng's hands pushed his shoulders, and his voice was still cold.

Reaching out, he grabbed her chin, his fingers digging deep into her jaw. His eyes were fierce, and he looked at her almost with a grim face: "Rape? Okay! I've slept with underage girls, and I'm afraid of more rape?"

Because she mentioned the past that Xia Yucheng minded very much, there were tears in her eyes, but she endured it hard. The tears rose a little, and her face turned to the side a little.

He frowned slightly, put his hand on the side of her face, and gently stroked her face. Fingers, slowly stained with some damp temperature.

All the while, Xia Yucheng didn't speak anymore, she buried her face deeply, and her breathing was very light, but her lips were twitching slightly.

After looking at her for a while, Feng Hao let go of her, sat up straight and threw the phone to her, and then instructed the driver: "Drive!"

"Let me go home!" Xia Yucheng wiped her tears with the back of her hand, lying on the seat and feeling very sad.

Feng Hao didn't answer, he didn't look at her, and after a while his phone rang, he just listened, not saying a word. After a while, he hung up the phone with a gloomy face, held the phone in his hand and pondered for a while before he said, "I'll take you to see Shang Mengwan!"

The phone said that Shang Mengwan's body had been placed in the morgue of the hospital, and an autopsy was needed because of the involvement of the case.

"Look at Wan'er, what are you talking about?" Xia Yucheng sat up suddenly, her injured ankle touching the seat, and she frowned in pain.

"What's wrong?"

"You said you would take me to see Wan'er, where is she?"

"I ask what's wrong with you?" Feng Hao turned his head to look at her, put away his phone and bent down, and lifted her feet, "What's the matter?"

He saw the gauze wrapped around her ankles, and his heart tightened: "Ask you, speak!"

Xia Yucheng glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and asked, "What is there to ask?" Isn't it the wine glass he threw that hit it?

From her expression, Feng Hao seemed to understand something.

"Won't you dodge the glass?" he let out another heartache-wrenching roar, and his doting expression returned to his grim face.

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