She opened her misty eyes and looked at the darkness of the room a little confused, but the sudden scream made Zimo wake up suddenly.

The voice just now seems to be my mother!

Zimo sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and rushed out of the room.

As a result, when she went downstairs, what she saw was the chaotic living room, the broken glass, and Feng Xuehua's bloody forehead, and she looked angrily at the man not far away.

"An Zhicheng, don't deceive people too much! This is my home, not your home, if you do this again, I will call the police to arrest you!

Feng Xuehua gasped and shouted indignantly.

And the man one meter away is An Zhicheng, he is wearing a casual suit, at the moment Ling Chao is cross-body, his hair is also messy, he stared at Feng Xuehua tightly with bloodthirsty eyes, and said fiercely word by word: "Feng Xuehua, you fucking touch your conscience and say, who is deceiving people too much!"

"Thirty years of husband and wife, you fucking said to kick me out, the company said to take it away, have you ever taken me in your eyes!

As he spoke, he strode towards Feng Xuehua, holding an ashtray in his hand, obviously preparing to do something to her!

"Daddy! What are you doing?!"

At this moment, Zimo rushed down from the upper floor, hugged Feng Xuehua, and looked at An Zhicheng with a resentful expression.

Seeing his daughter, An Zhicheng's face was a little less angry.

"Zimo, my daughter, Dad misses you so much." An Zhicheng opened his mouth wide, smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to hug Zimo.

Only then did Zimo realize that something was wrong with An Zhicheng, he walked slowly, and his originally bronzed face was red, obviously he had drunk too much.

If it was normal, Zimo would soon find out, but tonight, she and Feng Xuehua also drank a lot of wine, so they didn't smell the wine on him for a while.

The daughter's ignorance made An Zhicheng's originally extinguished anger suddenly come up again, he chewed his tongue and said: "What, Dad has nothing now, you dislike it?" Do you look down on it? I don't even want to hug it! Sure enough, what kind of mother has what kind of daughter!"

Zimo glanced at him angrily, and replied coldly: "I didn't face my father who fisted at my mother!"

"You think I want to? Who told you to kill my mother? Zimo, do you know that if it weren't for her, why wouldn't our father and daughter be able to see each other? How could I be in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, sitting alone in a huge empty villa...

An Zhicheng's face was full of silence.

Thinking about it, he used to be one of the richest people in Xicheng, but now, the company is gone, and his family is scattered

Zimo didn't speak, just stared at his movements, seeing that he was just babbling something, but didn't step forward again, she lowered her head to check Feng Xuehua's injury.

"Mom, how are you? Does it hurt?" Looking at the terrifying wound on the corner of his forehead, Zimo's heart suddenly throbbed, and the whole person began to panic.

Feng Xuehua fell into her arms, panting and saying weakly: "It's okay, it's just a little dizzy."

After speaking, she felt her head even more dizzy, as if everything in her brain was about to swing out, Feng Xuehua had to close her eyes and lean quietly on her body.

Sensing the weight on her shoulders, Zimo's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, her eyes wandered, and her brain spun rapidly

An Zhicheng should be tired of scolding at present, resting on the armrest of the sofa, and the phone in the living room is on the other armrest of the sofa he made.

She didn't notice the anger in An Zhicheng's eyes just now, it was a kind of look that put people to death, without a trace of warmth.

Zimo was frightened by this look and didn't dare to go to him at all.

Her phone was in the room, and she just came out in a hurry, and she didn't take it with her at all, and her mother's hand....

The afterglow swept to a black screen, Zimo's eyes lit up, and his mother's mobile phone was next to the foot of the sofa a meter away.

The sofa was close to Zimo's side, and it was only one meter away from An Zhicheng.

Glancing at the man, seeing that he didn't know what to think anymore with his eyes closed, Zimo moved Feng Xuehua back, leaned against the wall, and moved it there carefully, taking the opportunity to quickly pick up the phone, and then prepared to turn around and say the big bag.

"What are you doing? What do you have in your hand? Is it a mobile phone? Hurry up and bring it to me and I'll take a look!" It's just that when she turned around, she happened to be discovered by An Zhicheng, and he immediately stepped forward to take it over and check it out.

Zimo was shocked, walked forward quickly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he quickly dialed the police

This is almost Zimo's subconscious behavior, she originally just wanted to call the hospital's emergency number, but An Zhicheng suddenly spoke out, which frightened her, and almost reflexively made this call.

"This is XX's settlement villa, please send someone as soon as possible.. Ahh After the phone was connected, before Zimo could finish a sentence, An Zhicheng grabbed his hair from behind and dragged the whole person back.

The pain swept in, Zimo reflexively let go of the phone, grabbed his hair tightly, and burst into tears of pain, "Let go of me, you let go of me!"

After the tightness of the scalp ended, An Zhicheng roared even more frantically.

"Call the police, you dare to call the police! Zimo, are you my daughter? Yes? You want to send your dad to the police? Are you still my daughter?

Before Zimo could react, An Zhicheng had already called with his mobile phone, and Zimo was instantly frozen as if the whole person was frozen.

Just when An Zhicheng's hand was about to hit An Zimo, she was pulled to the side, and the whole person fell into a soft embrace.

"Mom!" Zimo leaned on the woman's arms and shouted.

"An Zhicheng, if you dare to move Zimo, I will definitely let you sit through the prison!" Feng Xuehua's eyes were like torches, and he warned him unceremoniously.

Half of Feng Xuehua's face was covered with blood, only the cold eyes and the gloomy face of the chapter suddenly made An Zhicheng feel a little terrifying, he hesitated for a second, and finally pointed at her and said, "Okay, Feng Xuehua, you are fucking ruthless!" I tell you, don't fall into my hands, or I'll kill you!"

After saying that, he threw his mobile phone to the ground, and the ashtray in his other hand was also thrown to the ground, and it was immediately torn apart.

He stared at them viciously, pointed with one finger, and finally snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

It wasn't until there was a loud "bang" of the door that Feng Xuehua breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person softened.

Zimo was shocked and immediately hugged Feng Xuehua's body with both hands, but she had no strength at the moment and couldn't support Feng Xuehua's body at all, so both of them fell to the ground.