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She was pushed to the back by Jian Xuanyi, and someone came on the deck, and Jian Xuanyi fought with those people.

The wind swept around her ears, Aya was pushed around and fell to the ground, Jian Xuanyi turned around and shouted to her: "Aya! ”

Once Jian Xuanyi was distracted, it only took half a minute for her fists and feet to be subdued, and she was forcibly dragged off the splint in an angry scolding.

Jian Xuanyi...... Jian Xuanyi," Aya got up in a trance, stumbled after those who were carrying Jian Xuanyi and jumped off the deck, her thin arms and legs fell on the cold, wet wooden planks of the dock, and she couldn't feel any pain.

In the dim dock, I saw a lot of cars coming and a lot of people coming down.

Jian Xuanyi was brought to the man, and the uncle and nephew looked at each other, one tall and one short, one quiet and one soothing.

The young man's breath was mixed with all the blood that exploded, and he pulled out the gun from the waist of the person who captured him next to him, and everyone drank the tip of the gun at Xi Cheng's face: "Let her go!" Ti"

The man didn't stop smoking.

"Bastard! Put the gun down! Jian Tingyun shouted angrily at his son beside him, and his face changed.

The young man's wrist was as straight as iron: "Are you disgusting, Xi Cheng, she is my classmate!" I call you uncle, and so does she! ”

The man took the cigarette away, looked into the black hole of the muzzle, and lost his smile.

"I hurt you in vain."

"I'm ashamed of you!"

He lowered his head and drove the cigarette away, and asked nonchalantly, "What else to talk about?" ”

"Isn't it enough for you to kill her father?! Xi Cheng, I will never watch you defile/defile her, today is a big deal that my six relatives don't recognize it, and the fish is dead and the net is broken! ”

"Jian Xuanyi, have you made enough trouble?!" Jian Tingyun's anger was bad.

"I don't have enough! He bullies the market, you are blinded by lard and dare not speak, I dare! ”

The sound of the gun being loaded was heavy, and everyone could hear it, the young man's roar and his wrist tendons: "I said let her go, give her freedom!" There are so many women in the world, and she's still a girl, Xicheng! ”

He glanced at the small shadow behind the pile of people, slowly came out of his trouser pocket with his fingers, scratched his handsome sideburns, and smiled: "Let her go away and fly high and let you?" ”

"Xicheng!!" Jian Xuanyi trembled.

He is so cynical, he has never had the consciousness of being an adult, and he has never been polite, righteous and shameful in his eyes, and he is ashamed of face.

Jian Xuanyi felt as if her face had been torn apart, and she had no reason at all, so she really pressed her mouth.

But where is the gun still in his hand in the next second?

With a very light scrape on his face, Jian Xuanyi felt that his neck was twisted back, and his body didn't know which bone was broken, maybe there was more than one.

Aya didn't see how Jian Xuanyi was thrown out, it was too fast.

So a boy weighing 100 pounds and knowing kung fu was picked up by him and fell out.

Blood vomited all over the place.

The man turned his index finger in his hand, and lowered his head for a while, Aya's pupils widened, he had never seen him use force, not a person, not a person......

He opened his long legs and walked over, squatting beside the young man who was vomiting blood and not moving, Aya ran over, and before his fingers touched Jian Xuanyi's bent legs, he looked up, hooking his lips, and his eyes were as deep as the sea in the night light.

Aya Sheng trembled his thin fingers, his face was as white as paper, and his breath was gone.

Jian Xuanyi's appearance was too miserable, he strangled it with a tiger's mouth in her gaze, and Aya screamed with tears in her eyes: "Don't!" ”

Kneeling on his knees, Aya fell into the dust, and had no other thoughts, crying and begging him, "Uncle Xi......"

"Think about it before you speak, make sure you won't mess with me." He stared at the shrunken rabbit eyes, bored.

Aya's lips trembled, and she didn't dare to speak.

I couldn't do anything, watching him pinch Jian Xuanyi's neck, watching Jian Xuanyi lose her breath, her face turned from red to purple, Jian Xuanyi's legs were under Aya's knees, and she would touch Aya when she twitched/twitched helplessly, it was a nightmare, Aya didn't move, and her red pupils didn't dare to make a sound when she cried.

Jian Xuanyi foamed at the mouth.

He let go of his hand, took out the light blue square scarf in the front pocket of his shirt, frowned, and wiped his hands elegantly.

Turning back to Jian Tingyun, who had not said a word the whole time, the man's gaze was as deep as the sea, and he was ruthless, "Send it to the hospital." ”

Jian Tingyun wiped his vicissitudes of life and waved his hand, and the subordinates beside him moved quickly.

He walked slowly towards Lincoln.

Didn't give Aya a single look.

Aya's red gaze fell from the young man who was carried away, the sea was windy, she seemed to be swept away at any time, this ruthless wind, with the cruel anger of a man, wanted to crush her.

She laughed stupidly, cried silently, and her figure was like a ling, and she couldn't live or die.

Zuo Long walked over with a heavy brow, holding the open computer, and the picture of the video screen in the computer was very clear.

Aya's breath trembled.

Zuo Long is like a teacher teaching a student: "Miss He, you did something wrong, you shouldn't be like this." You have to be determined to go, and you can go. ”

In the video, Qingmeng screamed and struggled to be grabbed by several men in black from the white bed in the emergency room, Qingmeng's parents, an industrialist in Hong Kong, crying and begging for uselessness next to him, and the corridor of Bai Sensen in the hospital, everything was so chaotic and quiet.

Aya stared at the screen in a daze, and also stared at the water droplets that smashed on the computer screen and covered the picture, still steaming.

She is so familiar with despair.

She looked at Zuo Long, she laughed and cried, crying and laughing, her pale face was silent.

Aya ran towards Lincoln, the world turning upside down in her soaked eyes, and she was anxious to open the door of the back seat.

Can't pull it open.

"Qingmeng, Qingmeng......" her head kept shaking.

Zuo Long looked at the person in the car window, naturally understood, took Aya's arm and dragged her to the car behind.

The road back to the mountainside from the dock was so long, every inch was dark, and Aya looked at the front motionlessly, without blinking her eyes, knowing that it was the way back to hell.

Two cars are parked.

Aya got out of the car by herself, without being urged, and followed the black and cold figure.

In the living room he sat on the sofa.

Aya knelt on the floor beside him.

He asked his sister-in-law to go to the underground cellar to get wine.

My sister-in-law fetched it.

No one spoke.

Aya stared at the white hardwood floor, listening to the sound of his Adam's apple rolling into the liquid, the sound of pouring wine, and the sound of wine glasses on the glass table.

How many hours have passed?

The smell of wine spreads through the air.

His voice was moistened to a hoarse, there was no accent at all in the hazy night, it was low and very sexy/sensual, and he laughed at her: "What are you kneeling for?" ”

Aya looked up and couldn't see him clearly, "I'm not running, I can ask you to ......"

"Moon-to-clothes." - He was lighting a cigarette, and a man's lips, soaked in red wine like flower petals, were bewitching.

He didn't look at her.

Aya felt her head tremble slightly, and the blood in her head coagulated little by little, and it began to snow.

She was faceless and sad, so quiet, her fingers grasped the hem of the hooded short-sleeved dress, she looked down and asked herself what she was shaking.

Peeled off, a white cotton vest, he looked at it, but did not speak.

Aya stretched out her hand to her back, her thin fingers were like ice, and her back was cold, and she looked at the door of the living room, but it was not closed.

The lamps overhead, they were too bright and too bright, illuminating all her sorrows.

Clotted fat and thin skin, with a thin collarbone, he stretched out his arm and plucked her hair ring, a waterfall of clouds and clouds, dazzlingly bright, a small goose egg face, tears not dry, soft and pitiful.

The darkness in his eyes came out, and the darkness darkened.

It's all his.

Aya's fingers fell with the clothes, and as soon as they turned into snow, the man's folded legs were lowered, and he didn't get up, his fingers invaded like a demon.

She didn't move, only tears.

Those teardrops were hot, as if they burned the back of his hand in front of her, and there was no tenderness under his force, his eyes examined her painful face, painful teardrops, "Who touches it and doesn't cry, Jian Xuanyi?" ”

Aya had no strength to speak, and there was nothing else to say; "I promise you, you can take whatever you want, can you let him and Qingmeng go?"

There were a lot of traces in front of him at once, and they were bruised.

The corners of his eyes sank, he dropped his wine glass, and stood up: "Get upstairs and wash up." ”

Aya picked up her clothes and hugged them tightly in front of her.

She stood under the shower in the bathroom, looking at the glass tip in her hand, how could she not be afraid of such a young age?

She cried and laughed, with a resolute face, closed her eyes and muttered to herself: "Aya, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the pain is so short, you can see Daddy Mommy later, you can see ......"

The glass tip landed on the water-soaked floor with a screeching sound, and Aya looked down at the blood, leaning against the wall, and slowly sliding to the ground.

With a bang, the bathroom door shattered into countless glasses at the man's feet.

Aya looked up in fright, she couldn't see anything clearly in the mist, her hair was pulled so hard that it hurt more than a broken wrist, she was carried on the man's shoulder, dripping out of the bathroom.

She was thrown on the carpet again, the demon's breath was near, and his jaw was pinched in his hand, as if it was about to be crushed, he finally became expressionless, and his eyes narrowed as if he were smiling, and said to her: "Isn't it a pity to die like this?" It's better to let me die. ”

He picked up the little body that had no resistance again, cruel in his heart, and he didn't want to give her a piece of the softness of the bed.

His eyes swept to the desk, still paralyzed and pretending to be a book, he took Aya over, grabbed her hair, and whispered softly: "I am a sensible and well-behaved person, like Jian Xuanyi?" The joint entrance examination has been given up, so what can a woman do? You don't want me to touch it, you ask yourself, Aya, how many pounds and taels do you have that deserve to be looked at differently? Don't want college, elope with him? ”

Aya's pale face, the fierce bones suddenly smiled, "Uncle, Uncle Xi, do you want me to like you, do you know how to write the word disgusting?" ”

Her wrists were bleeding, her body, her soul burst at this moment, and she roared coldly: "I hate you! Xicheng, you killed my father, you ruined my family! ”

"I didn't know what hate was like since I was a child, but now I know that hate is so powerful, endless, it won't break! My body is the exorcism, my heart is there, looking at you high and indifferent, watching you do all the dirt, seeing that you have gone to hell and will never be reborn! Bad guy, you won't be overborn! ”

He didn't move an inch, his eyes darkened, and he looked into her fiery eyes.

That's why it's so exciting.

He laughed wickedly, his fingers running over her soft cheeks, his eyes glowing with cold light from the smell of wine, staring at all the little flames of hatred in her eyes.

He pressed his thumb on her bleeding wrist and pulled her leg with the other.

Aya's jaw was raised and almost shattered by the ferocity, and he kissed her fiercely, blocking all her breathing, and when his hand was like hard iron that could not be broken, Aya finally realized that this time was different.

It was completely different from what he had done in the past ten days.

With his knees in his hands, Aya cried out in pain, the crowd was shattered, he covered her mercilessly, crushing her almost into the wall, his thin lips were like cold blades, bullying her body and skin.

When he unfastened his shirt, the corners of his eyes turned red.

Aya's pupils were full of disbelief, she couldn't move, she couldn't break free, she looked at the man's terrible body, "No, ......"

"You go away, go away......"

"You said wait until my birthday, Uncle Xi! No...... Daddy, daddy ......"

He kindly picked up the photo frame on the edge of the table and held it in front of her, and the moment of the charge was cruel, "It's better for your parents to watch me take you away, you're right, I'm a villain." ”

She was crucified. A small flower, broken off the stems and leaves, returned to him.

How is the deepest insult/insult, how is it the most poignant lesson?

Aya will never forget it for the rest of her life, this night, he exerted his strength, pouting with the devil's laughter, he lay on her little shoulder, panting like a beast, and sympathized with her in a dumb voice: "Remember that it hurts, why bother to provoke me." ”>