Tang Ximu didn't want to pay attention to him and walked straight past him.

Where did she go last night, wouldn't he Uncle Zhang know?

Who left her on the side of the highway and almost caused her to be molested by the thugs. He still has the face to ask?!

Zhang Tinghan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't hold back the anger, Huo Ran stood up, quickly chased after him, and grabbed Tang Ximu's injured hand.

The strength of his hand was very strong, Tang Ximu's aching body couldn't stop staggering back two steps, and the wound that had stopped bleeding opened again, and blood gushed out, quickly soaking the gauze.

"Let go, I don't have anything to say to you!" Tang Ximu opened his mouth in pain, groaned softly, and struggled with his arms to break free of his restraints.

The harder she struggled, the harder he deliberately clawed.

The pain was like a knife that had been roasted by a fire and went deep into her flesh and bones, and her painful tears couldn't help but linger in her eyes.

Angry, she raised her hand and wanted to shave his face.

Zhang Tinghan knew that she was restless, and reacted quickly to choke her other hand.

"Are you sick, are you, where did I provoke you, you get out of the way!" Tang Ximu roared wildly, struggling even more fiercely, she would not give in to him no matter what.

"You still have the face to talk about it all night, fooling around with other men, you prodigal woman!" Zhang Tinghan's words and sentences were full of heart-splitting anger.

He was unwilling to let go of any opportunity to suppress her.

Shoved her back quickly, pushing her body against the ceramic staircase railing.

"Ah......" The spine hit the hard object, Tang Xi straightened up in pain, and his erect chest hit his body.

Zhang Tinghan's face was very close, and the hot breath exhaled from his nose sprayed onto her face, which showed how angry he was in his heart.

"Do you know it hurts, too? I tell you, the pain you are suffering now is only one thousandth, and the days to come are still long, and I will serve you little by little! ”

Tang Ximu's lips turned pale, and he gasped weakly, just staring at him resentfully.

"Hmph, when you ask someone else, it's best to weigh a few pounds and taels of yourself, I'm much cleaner than you, despicable villain!"

Tang Ximu sarcastically mocked him lightly, and there was a deep disgust in his tone, as if he had seen maggots on expired food.

Although the tone is indifferent, it is very stinging, and there is no blood in the killing.

Hearing this, the whites of Zhang Tinghan's eyes cracked with icy blood, and his cold pupils condensed with surging anger, and his handsome face gradually distorted because of anger.

The grip on her hand was even harder, as if to squeeze her flesh dry.

It hurts, but Tang Ximu will never frown, and looks at him calmly and resentfully.

"You beg me, and I'll let it go!" Zhang Tinghan secretly exerted his strength, and the strength he used penetrated the bones in her flesh.

"If you dream, it won't be possible in the next life!" The blood in her whole body seemed to be drained, her face was as pale as paper, and her clenched teeth still refused to let go.

It was only when she was weak that he dared to be so arrogant. When she recovers, it will be the day he will pay the terrible price.

For her, since this is the case, Zhang Tinghan completely lost patience.

The strong desire to conquer was like a mad beast that dwelt in his heart, crashing against the walls of his heart, and he urgently needed to find an outlet.

He pinched her wound with all his might, and the blood had soaked through the snow-white gauze, and the blood stains slid down the top of his upper arm.

Tang Ximu finally couldn't hold back and fainted.