Yan Zhixin tried to break free of her wrist, but she was completely inferior to Yan Qingruo in terms of strength, so she could only open the conversation box and speak quickly.

The other party didn't speak, she quietly watched Yan Zhixin push herself into the abyss, and observed the direction of the words of the people watching the play behind.

All of them are accusing Yan Zhi of buttoning her hat indiscriminately and losing the demeanor of a wealthy lady. Some even compared Yan Qingruo, and for a while Yan Zhixin became the target of everyone.

Yan Qingruo approached Yan Zhixin step by step, and whispered in her ear: "Yan Zhixin, this is the beginning, I will accompany you to play the game to the end." ”

The voice was very soft, and others couldn't hear the slightest sound of the wind at all, but Yan Zhixin remembered it word for word in her mind, and she couldn't hover for a long time.

She was stunned, but Yan Qingruo followed Yan Zhixin's strength and took a few steps back: "Sister, how can you ...... me like that?"

Hearing the numb tone, most of the hearts of the people melted, and seeing Yan Zhixin's expression becoming more and more fierce, several merry sons and brothers also rushed forward to seek justice for her.

Yan Zhixin's thoughts were already chaotic, she scolded like crazy, and even she was pushed away by her, and a few caring people in the corner recorded everything.

"If you can't imagine that you have a talent for acting?" The two who escaped from the chaos strolled down the street, and Li Shaolin's words sounded with the faint lights.

"If you see too much, it will naturally be." Yan Qingruo said tepidly, she raised her hand to straighten her sideburns, "Since she loves acting so much, I don't mind accompanying her to the end." ”

She was referring to Yan Zhixin, as the winner, Yan Qingruo didn't want this person's name to pop out of her mouth at all, it was too annoying.

Li Shaolin nodded and understood in his heart, and suddenly remembered the warning eyes in the banquet hall, and there was actually a trace of fear.

That look came from Chu Mu, whenever he and Yan Qingruo got a little closer, that cannibalistic gaze would always come as scheduled.

But this little bit doesn't matter, he is a prospective fiancé, is it possible that he will be afraid of the unnamed one?

The scandal about Yan Zhixin has not stopped for several days, scene after scene, once it is suppressed, there will be a new one.

For a while, Yan Zhixin's popularity has overshadowed many domestic stars, and there is even a trend of developing abroad.

After a pot of lessons, Yan Zhixin also had a little brain, and listened to the words to live at home for a long time: "Mom, what do you think I should do now?" ”

In the bedroom, Yan Zhixin looked at the other side, her eyes were as red as a rabbit, and there was an obvious cry between her words.

Zhang Rou looked at Yan Zhixin and felt that she was out of breath in pain, but she stared at her with hatred on her face, and she had no intention of soft-heartedness.

After a long time, he considered it and spoke: "Establish a good relationship with her first, as long as the wind is together, let the navy help you up, as for those scandals, it should be dispersed after the time is over." ”

This plan was made with careful calculation, but unexpectedly fell into Yan Qingruo's arms. After waiting for the time to be almost there, her plan began to be implemented.

Yan Zhixin sat on the sofa and glanced at Li Shaolin, who was holding his mobile phone, and turned his head to the side to see the message he sent to Yan Zhixin: "I was wrong about the things at the birthday banquet, I hope my sister can talk to me regardless of my previous suspicions." ”

This extremely flattering remark is not in line with her style at all, but Yan Zhixin, a fool, just gave a letter, "This is also my fault, and I owe you a word of apology here." ”

Li Shaolin's eyebrows suddenly burst into the heart of this sentence, and he took the initiative to turn his mobile phone to Yan Qingruo: "I didn't expect Yan Zhixin to speak so well." ”

"Thanks to her mom for teaching her so well." Yan Qingruo pursed her lips, and her tone was full of sarcasm: "Yan Zhixin's method of winning people's hearts is really true. ”

Looking at her disdainful face, Li Shaolin chuckled a few times, and finalized the location in the "Imperial Restaurant" in the name of Yan Qingruo.

The next day, Yan Zhixin slowly approached the private room in a high-end dress, carrying a gift bag in her hand, saying that it was a gift to make amends, but it was actually a leftover hairpin for herself.

If Yan Qing didn't arrive as scheduled, Yan Zhixin waited in a panic, and no one answered when she made a call, so she could only hover in the private room.

"Look how I killed you guy after I washed up the scandal." Yan Zhixin bit her silver teeth, and her dignified and generous smile couldn't be maintained.

Suddenly, a row of figures appeared behind her, and an eye on the other side quickly knocked Yan Zhixin unconscious.

Their movements were extremely professional, and they even skilfully and incredibly avoided the cameras in the Imperial Restaurant Mansion and sent her to Yufeng Mountain.

Due to the impact of the typhoon, there are hardly any tourists in this new attraction, and Yan Zhixin, who was thrown on the top of the mountain by the man in black, is even more unattended.

The rain on typhoon days was all bursts, and when Yan Zhixin woke up, it was a rainy day, and the clothes on her body were even more wet.

Under all kinds of persecution, this young lady can only deign to take shelter from the rain under a tree. Yan Zhixin was too well protected, and she couldn't find a way down the mountain when she went around on the top of the mountain, so she could only count the days with her fingers, and she could last one day a day.

Two days had passed, and she had fallen impatiently in the mud, playing mahjong with a group of rich ladies without knowing the inside story, and guessing that the best part of her plan was about to be staged.

"If you don't go so fast, it's a slippery road!" At the top of Yufeng Mountain, Li Shaolin stood behind Yan Qingruo with an umbrella, muttering like an old mother.

Yan Qingruo stood still and glanced back indifferently: "Li Shaolin, we are going to do business, if you can't stand it, you can go first." ”

After finishing speaking, she turned around and didn't slow down just now, and even had a tendency to get faster and faster. Li Shaolin, who was behind, knew that he had said the wrong thing, and shook his head to follow perseveringly.

It was obvious that the target of the two was Yan Zhixin, Yan Qingruo took out the locator on her mobile phone, looked at the shrinking distance from the target, and clenched the corner of her clothes with her other hand.

After walking a few hundred meters, Yan Zhixin's constricted figure lying on the muddy ground met Yan Qingruo's eyes, and she lowered her head and pursed the corners of her mouth.

Yan Qingruo took out a Swiss Army knife from her pocket, squatted on the ground and gestured quietly at Yan Zhixin's face, as if carving a work of art.

Behind him, Li Shaolin stood steadily, and the black umbrella in his hand was still tightly held. Because of the distance between the two, he moved the umbrella forward vigorously, and half of his body was already wet from the rain.

Yan Qingruo's eyes were long and long, looking at Yan Zhixin's face and slowly speaking: "How is it, what does it feel like to be trapped on the mountain?" ”

In response to her, there was a whistling cold wind, but it did not dampen her interest: "Don't you like to wronged me very much, so I'll let it come true today, okay?" ”

Her voice was sustenance, like a child's milky voice, and the movements and words of her hands were indescribable.

Although Yan Zhixin was unconscious, she was still conscious, and the cold knife edge was close to her cheek, making her can't help but shrink.

"Looks like you're scared." The knife stopped on her cheek with Yan Qingruo's movements, and a long and deep blood mark faintly appeared on her white and tender skin.

She raised her hand suddenly, as if she wanted to let Yan Zhixin go, but the fact was not the same as half of it, Yan Qingruo suddenly used more force to cut Yan Zhixin's cheek.

A long gash appeared out of thin air, and the blood did not rush out immediately, but the wound had begun to accumulate redness.

The flush grew deeper and deeper, so that it had evolved into a dark red later, looking extremely terrifying, Yan Qingruo got up and turned her back to Li Shaolin: "Let's go." ”

Li Shaolin didn't say much, and made a gesture for his subordinates to drag Yan Zhixin away, and then took the saber in Yan Qingruo's hand.

The two went down the mountain hand in hand, and Yan Qingruo did not cry or laugh along the way, and her indifferent expression was completely different from the cheerfulness after the revenge.

Yan Qingruo was in this situation for a few days, and Li Shaolin accompanied her without complaint, without paying too much attention to the information from the outside world.

Yan Zhai was in a mess at the moment, and Li Shaolin's subordinates directly threw Yan Zhixin at the gate of Yan's house, which made Zhang Rou, who came back from playing mahjong, very uneasy.

"Zhixin?" Zhang Rou stepped out of the luxury car, slowly approached with Mrs. Kuo's shelf, and called out to the person lying on the ground uncertainly.

It is normal for Zhang Rou not to recognize her daughter, so after a series of events, Yan Zhixin has long been unrecognizable, and the clothes on her body can't distinguish the color.

"Do you want to dispose of this person, wife?" Aunt Yun suggested behind her, looking at Yan Zhixin's eyes full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Freshen her up first, and then call her personal doctor." Zhang Rou's hand moved away from Yan Zhixin's neck, trembling tightly.

Zhang Rou knew in her heart that this person was Yan Zhixin, and looking at the birthmark on her neck, she could confirm it thoroughly.

It's just that at this moment, Zhang Rou has indescribable doubts in her heart, Yan Zhixin obviously explained to her that she went on vacation abroad with a group of classmates, but the current posture doesn't look like it.

This question was pressed by Zhang Rou in her heart, and she looked at the doctor who treated Yan Zhixin's wound in a hoarse tone: "Is Zhixin's face still saved?" ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the first thing she cared about was not Yan Zhixin's body but her skin, and the doctor's heart was a little disdainful of her, and sure enough, the rich and noble people were careless about people's lives, and they wanted to use their faces to catch the golden beetle.

The doctor took a few steps back without a trace, and his tone was not as enthusiastic as before: "It is difficult to conclude whether it can recover or not, Ms. Yan's wound is suppurated and needs to be hospitalized." ”

As he spoke, the doctor took out a few ointments from the first-aid kit and wrote down the methods of use one by one: "Wipe it for a period of time, and then send it to the hospital after her mood settles down, I have a limited family education." ”

Zhang Rou didn't let the doctor stay for a long time, and asked Aunt Yun to stay by Yan Zhixin's side after sending off the guest, holding her turbulent hand, and secretly promising in her heart.

That night, Yan Zhixin calmed down and entered a coma, and Zhang Rou also sent Yan Zhixin to the hospital overnight according to the doctor's words.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, Yan Zhixin lay there for three whole days, and the wound on her face was only roughly treated, which shows how tricky this is.

"Doctor, do you mean that there is no possibility of repairing our Zhixin's face?" Zhang Rou held a handkerchief and wiped it back and forth in the corner of her eye.

"Because the wound is too deep, the facial repair may not be able to ......," the doctor swallowed, and the latter words drowned out the sound of the cup breaking.