When he entered the elevator, Feng Hao's expression was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't see the slightest light. Xia Yucheng stood beside him, his mental state was very poor, his face was almost as pale as paper, and there was no trace of blood.

Until the elevator stopped in the underground parking lot, the two men were silent and did not speak.

got into the car, Xia Yucheng sat against the car door, from morning to now, she has not touched a drop of water, and she has not eaten a drop of rice. I feel very hungry, but I feel a little sick to my stomach, I feel weak, and my mind is chaotic and I can't calm down.

Anyway, it feels terrible. She closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, opened them again, and after repeating it a few times, she was groggy.

A gap was pulled between Feng Hao and her body, and they just didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the carriage was extremely oppressive. Even the driver in the front seat felt a little breathless.

"Do you have nothing to say except apologize?" Feng Hao asked in a deep voice, his tone revealing extreme dissatisfaction.

Everything has happened, and now that he is back, why does she look like she has nothing to say. Whether she was wronged or injured, it wasn't given by him, shouldn't she tell him what happened?

At least explain, what's going on with those damn photos and that Lu Licheng?

No longer in the mood, when facing him, these words should be spoken! Unless, she didn't think of him as her own man at all.

So, who does she want to talk to about her grievances, whose arms does she want to go to find comfort, and to whom do she want to open her heart?

Lu Licheng?

Is it him? the man she hides in her heart and wants to protect?

Even the hiding place was chosen in Lu Licheng's unrenovated house, what a capability, this woman!

Her kung fu of stabbing a knife in his heart is really first-class, and the knife is bloody......

Feng Hao only felt that his heart was throbbing and his chest was stuffy.

Looking out the car window, Xia Yucheng pursed her lips, her frozen heart couldn't be opened, and she couldn't say a word. It's not that he doesn't know that Feng Hao is angry, but the more he is like this, the more overwhelmed she becomes.

She was used to being hurt by the wind, and she never seriously thought about what the relationship between them should be!

Love, for many people, is the biggest and most difficult proposition in life!

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Fifty kilometers away from City A is a stretch of green hills.

A number of holiday villas were built in the mountains, and the convoy had been walking along the gentle mountain road, and when it was almost at the top of the mountain, it drove into a large carved iron gate.

After a stretch of tree-lined road, a gentle spot opens up to a three-storey white house in the Mediterranean style.

The white walls and dark blue roofs are covered with red and pink English roses, which are very beautiful.

After getting out of the car, Feng Hao dragged her hand again, his legs were long, his stride was large, and her petite body was almost toppling, and he dragged her forward.

"Mr. Wind......" At the door of the hall, the maid in the house came over to greet him politely.

Feng Hao's face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he pulled Xia Yucheng straight upstairs.

Entering the master bedroom, he let go suddenly, Xia Yucheng's body was weak, a little unable to stand, and swayed.

The house is in a great location on top of a hill, the light is excellent, and the whole luxuriously furnished bedroom is filled with the scent of the mountains. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, the breathtaking scenery is even more stunning.

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