Chapter 54: Hell Demon
Xiao Yixiong's sneer was like a big stone thrown into a pond, quickly stirring up a splash.
Xu Hongyu on the other end of the phone also heard this laughter, and asked suspiciously, "Xiao Yuyu, is there anyone around you?" Isn't it Nie Shao? If yes, ask him to answer the phone. ”
Xia Ziyu wiped away her tears, choked up and said, "No." ”
Xu Hongyu caught the strangeness from Xia Ziyu's reply, and asked, "Xiao Yuyu, are you crying?" Who...... Who bullied you? ”
The word 'bully' drilled into Xia Ziyu's ears, and she burst into tears in an instant.
wanted to tell Xu Hongyu that Xiao Yixiong was bullying her.
But she knew that she absolutely couldn't, otherwise Xu Hongyu would be desperate to settle accounts with Xiao Yixiong.
In the end, Xiao Yixiong was unscathed, Xu Hongyu's acting career came to an abrupt end, and he would even be retaliated against.
Xia Ziyu understood what she should say at this time, she controlled her hoarse voice, and smiled bitterly, "You bullied me, you said it so sensationally, it coaxed me to tears."
Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, I'm still busy, let's talk about it. ”
Xiao Yixiong saw that the sincere farewell between the two was over, and his spiritual blow to Xia Ziyu had just begun.
He suddenly leaned into her ear and said malicefully, "Come, little Yu'er, play something more exciting." ”
Waiting for Xia Ziyan to come back to the meaning of this sentence, Xiao Yixiong stretched out his hand and switched to a video call.
It's really a video! Xia Ziyu saw her face in the small video window of her mobile phone.
It's just that Xiao Yixiong adjusted the angle and didn't expose his face to the camera.
Xia Ziyan didn't expect Xiao Yixiong to do this, she was too frightened and wanted to reach out and turn it off, but her hands were firmly controlled by Xiao Yixiong.
Embarrassed and ashamed, she quickly turned her face away and dodged the camera.
Xiao Yixiong didn't stop insulting her at all, and teased, "Is it useful for you to turn your face?" The owner of this phone is you. ”
After speaking, he laughed arrogantly and conceitedly.
Those laughter were full of penetration, and they came into Xu Hongyu's ears and eyes without falling silently.
Like a sharp sword, piercing Xia Ziyu's whole body, she was injured and had no skin.
Xu Hongyu has never had a girlfriend, but the live broadcast scene of the video screen is too intuitive and spicy.
Even if this mobile phone is not Xia Ziyu's, even if he doesn't recognize the familiar face at first sight, he recognizes the plum-shaped birthmark under her collarbone.
When he was a child, Xia Ziyu, who was not in the world, loved to wear sundresses and always dangled in front of him. That plum-shaped birthmark, Xu Hongyu has seen countless times.
Later, she grew up and became shy and stopped wearing low-cut sundresses.
In the video just now, a girl with a plum blossom birthmark under her collarbone is wearing a low-cut sundress......
Xu Hongyu's brain came back to his senses from Xiao Yixiong's extremely provocative and ostentatious laughter, and he took the initiative to turn off the video call.
Biting his lip fiercely, his fists clenched tightly, and he scolded secretly, "I still let Nie Zhanping take advantage of the loophole and take the lead." ”
Xu Hongyu dragged his suitcase and sat in the crew's car, and he was silent all the time, and Xiao Zhihao spoke to him, but he didn't hear it.
What he saw in today's video stimulated him. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuyu, who had been waiting for 18 years, was taken up by Nie Zhanping.
Xu Hongyu sighed slightly and sent a message to Xia Ziyu, "Xiao Yuyu, I'm leaving." Take care of yourself.
When I come back in three months, if you want to explain, whatever you say, I'll believe it.
If you don't want to explain, I'll assume I haven't contacted you today. ”
He didn't have the courage and self-knowledge to not mention the video.
At this time, Xiao Yixiong was holding Xia Ziyu's mobile phone, squinting his cold eyes, staring at the message.
He refluxed for no reason, gritted his teeth and replied, "You have seen it all, okay, in order not to affect me and him, don't call me in the future, and don't come to my house." ”
The sending was successful, and Xiao Yixiong deleted both messages.
took out two hundred yuan and threw it in Xia Ziyu's face with his mobile phone, "You're worth the price, get out!" ”
Xia Ziyu endured the severe pain all over her body, looked down at the blisters on her thighs that were rubbed and twisted, and wanted to cry without tears.
Ma Dan, is there such a torture and bullying?
Xiao Yixiong is not a human being at all, he is a living demon from hell.
Xia Ziyu finished scolding Xiao Yixiong in her heart, and her heart calmed down a little.
All this is a trick of fate, and it is useless to complain about it.
The tragic days are counted down to 11 months, and for the sake of her father and sister, she can persevere.
Xia Ziyu gritted her teeth and quickly put on her clothes, scarf and gloves.
picked up the mobile phone, raised the two hundred yuan in his hand, and self-deprecatingly sneered at Xiao Yixiong slightly, "Thank you, boss, if you have any comments on my service, you can complain to the club." ”
After speaking, he turned his head and ran out.
Does this girl really think of herself as a princess, and really treat him as a guest?
Isn't it? Xiao Yixiong looked at the empty big bed self-deprecatingly.
obviously won the battle, so that Xia Ziyu's dignity was trampled underfoot, and he started a live video broadcast without shame, but in the face of Xia Ziyu's resolute and fearless eyes before leaving, Xiao Yixiong instantly felt that he had lost a mess.
When he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, Xiao Yixiong knew that Xia Ziyu was gone, and his heart suddenly became empty.
He was irritable, full of madness, lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, pacing from side to side in the bedroom with his waist crossed, smoking more and more energetically.
Eventually, he went downstairs.
Han Yan raised his eyes, and through the faint floor lamp, he saw the bowl of chicken noodles on the table with only one chopstick, and a wave of anticipation and peace surged up in his irritable heart.
Xiao Yixiong sat back in the dining chair and turned on the dining table lamp, not caring about the cold and bubble on his face. Take a bite of noodles, and the anger in your heart will be reduced by one point.
Before he knew it, he finished eating the noodles and drinking the soup, and his heart was relaxed.
Since the absence of my mother, from the age of 8 to 30, I have never felt satisfied, even if the company is getting bigger and bigger, the wealth is rolling more and more, and the business world is dominant, but in the dead of night, it is a boundless sense of emptiness and loss.
Xiao Yixiong sat on the sofa, savoring the fragrance of shredded chicken noodles in his mouth, dozing off with satisfaction, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Xiao Yixiong, who slept on the sofa all night, was woken up by the ringing of the phone.
When he opened his cold eyes, he realized that he had slept on the sofa all night in his pajamas, and he was cold at this time.
The housekeeper and Zhang's mother took a vacation to go back to their hometown to see their son, and they could not come back until three days later. The huge butterfly garden is unusually deserted. Xiao Yixiong's heart once again surged with waves of loneliness and loss.
He thought of Xia Ziyu's chicken noodles again, propped himself up, and shouted loudly, "Xiao Yu'er, come here." ”
However, he was only answered by boundless silence.
By the way, he chased her away last night and forgot about it.
Originally, Xiao Yixiong planned to let Xia Ziyu accompany him in Butterfly Garden for three days.
Who knows, she wants to run away after cooking, she wants to leave here.
Xiao Yixiong was angry from his heart, jealousy and hatred drove him crazy, and he used violence to destroy her body, and her weak heart was shattered.
In the middle of the night, when I was tired of playing, I threw her two hundred yuan and made her a jerk.
Xiao Yixiong got up in despair, and then remembered the missed call.