Qiao Yan chased after her, shouting in a raised voice: "Mr. Zhong, you can't hit the child!" ”

But Zhong Kai couldn't listen to her words at all, and rushed upstairs violently.

Bei Bei was watching TV in the bedroom on the second floor, and Zhong Kai broke in, raised his hand and slapped her. Bei Bei cried with a "wow".

"You can't hit a child!" Qiao Yan also arrived, instinctively blocking in front of Bei Bei and protecting her.

"You asked me to discipline him, rather than go astray in the future, it is better to beat her to death now!" Zhong Kaitie blushed, grabbed Qiao Yan's arm, pulled her out of the room, and pushed her out.

As soon as Qiao Yan stood firm, the door slammed and closed heavily behind her, and the heavy sound of collision almost shook the wall. She threw herself in front of the door, which was locked.

Zhong Kai's angry scolding came out. "I have to kill you today, you take other people's things, scratch and hurt people, and dare to lie and lie to me!" Qiao Yan heard Bei Bei let out a sharp scream, followed by the sound of a stick whipping, she was frightened, and wanted to go to Yu Chihong for help, but the left bank happened to run over.

"Do you have a room key?" Qiao Yan asked urgently.

Inside the door, the sound of sticks swinging came again and again, interspersed with Bebe's screams and cries.

"Yes, yes, yes." Left Bank panicked and took out the key to Qiao Yan. Qiao Yan opened the door as fast as she could, rushed in, and ran to Bei Bei, who was lying on the carpet. Zhong Kai was still waving the feather duster in his hand, and the colorful chicken feathers were scattered on the ground. Before he could stop it, the wooden pole of the feather duster was pumped towards Qiao Yan's face.

Qiao Yan felt a hot pain on her face, but she couldn't take care of herself at this time, and only wanted to maintain Beibei.

Beibei's body was curled up like a small shrimp, her face was full of tears, her eyes were wide open in fear and panic, and her hair was stained with tears, wet and sticking to her cheeks.

"Get out of the way!" Zhong Kai stood in front of Qiao Yan panting, waving the feather duster in his hand again, his eyes were straight, and his voice was hoarse.

Qiao Yan glared at the man, and an irrepressible anger rushed to her chest. "There is a cruel father like you, she is your biological daughter, how can you do it!"

Zhong Kai put down his hand in a dejected manner, and his expression became tired and gloomy. "You asked me to discipline her well."

"You can't discipline a child in this way!" Qiao Yan simply hates that iron is not made of steel, "Your use of violence like this will only make the child more rebellious and leave her with a psychological shadow." ”

Zhong Kai's eyes suddenly became wet, he closed his eyes, turned his head, and stopped looking at Beibei. Qiao Yan's heart tightened, and a sense of compassion caught her, and she couldn't bear to blame this father anymore.

The heating was turned on in the room, Bei Bei was only wearing a nightdress, and Qiao Yan saw that on her bare thighs and calves, scars covered her immature and white skin, red and swollen. She examined it more closely and found that Beibei's arms, even her body and face were covered with scars, as well as multiple bruises, which were bruises and bumps.

Bei Bei was already frightened, and she didn't even cry, just trembling, spasming, and sobbing incessantly...... This frightened look worried Qiao Yan more than the trauma on her body. She blamed herself strongly, if she hadn't said something to Zhong Kai that her father should discipline her, Bei Bei would not have been beaten like this.

"Babe." Qiao Yan shouted in a low voice.

Bei Bei looked at her in a daze, and her big eyes were not instantaneous.

"I'll get some medicine for you." Qiao Yan thought about dealing with that injury first. As soon as her body moved, Bei Bei suddenly stretched out her hands and hugged her neck tightly. "Sister, don't go!" She sobbed and shouted.

Qiao Yan exhaled a breath and could still speak, proving that she had not been broken. Her eyes couldn't help but be sour, how clever this kid is, earlier Wei Chihong just corrected the sentence "I should be called sister, not aunt", she remembered it, and shouted pitifully to please her.

"I'll go get the medicine." The left bank, who was stunned by the fright, suddenly came to his senses and hurried to get the medicine.

Qiao Yan picked up Bei Bei from the ground, put her on the bed, and patted the child's back to comfort: "I'm not leaving, stay with you." She turned her head to look at Zhong Kai, who stood stiffly with his back to them, not moving. She turned her gaze back and looked around the room

circles, this room is from the small bed, small wardrobe, carpet, curtains, to the toy rack, all pink with various hellokitty patterns on it. The toy shelves are also full of all kinds of hellokitty dolls and plush toys, this kid is a super hellokitty control, she can communicate with Qiao Ran another day.

Qiao Yan couldn't help but let out a light sigh, the room was so warmly arranged, just looking at these furnishings, she would definitely think that the owner of the room was a very favored little princess. It can't be said that Zhong Kai didn't do his best for his daughter, he actually loves his daughter very much in his heart, but he doesn't know how to discipline his children and goes to extremes.

The left bank quickly brought the medicine box, Zhong Kai took the medicine box, sat on the edge of the bed and opened the medicine box, wanting to give Bei Bei medicine. But as soon as his hand touched Beibei, Beibei stubbornly shook off his hand and turned his face against the wall.

Zhong Kai's face turned pale, and anger burned in his eyes again.

Qiao Yan hurriedly persuaded him in a low voice: "You go out, here are me and the left bank." ”

Zhong Kai glanced at Qiao Yan deeply, then stood up silently and walked out.

Qiao Yan looked at the medicine box, there were all kinds of medicines and medical utensils in it, and with the assistance of the left bank, she used cotton wool to disinfect Beibei's wound with iodine wine, and then applied ointment. The wound must have been very painful, but Bei Bei was stunned and didn't say anything, only tears fell silently. After Qiao Yan finished taking the medicine, she went into the bathroom and brought a towel, wiped Beibei's face, and coaxed her to sleep.

Zhong Kai had been standing in the corridor outside, he didn't know how long he had been standing like this, and his manic mood gradually subsided. In my ears, I vaguely heard Qiao Yan's whispering in the room. He listened subconsciously, the soft words of the woman awakened a certain pain in the depths of his soul, and he frowned, feeling his heart being torn apart little by little......

The door creaked open, and Qiao Yan walked out. "Bebe is asleep, and the Left Bank is with her." She whispered.

"Thank you." Zhong Kai was no longer fierce and looked at her very gently.

"You're welcome." Qiao Yan looked at him with dissatisfaction, "I hope you won't use violence against children in the future." ”

Zhong Kai smiled bitterly, and before he could think of how to speak, Qiao Yan had already bypassed him and went downstairs.

Qiao Yan walked to the door of the living room on the first floor, the indoor light was still dim, filled with the strong smell of wine and smoke. Yu Chihong sat on the sofa, holding a high-legged wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in his slender fingers in the other, he lowered his head slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

Qiao Yan had never seen Yu Chihong smoking before, her eyelashes flashed, her brows frowned slightly, and she walked over slowly.

Yu Chihong raised his head and his gaze stopped on Qiao Yan's face.

Qiao Yan stood in front of him, and in this room, what surrounded her was an indescribable coldness and silence.

"Drinking?" Yu Chihong broke the silence and raised the wine glass in his hand to her.

Qiao Yan felt a vague uneasiness in her heart, maybe wine could dilute this uneasiness. "Let's have a drink." She said.

Wei Chihong snuffed out his cigarette butt, got up and walked to the wine cabinet. Qiao Yan sat down where he had just been.

Yu Chihong came back with a glass of red wine, handed it to Qiao Yan, and sat down next to her.

Qiao Yan's mind suddenly flashed the scene in Qiao's Mansion that day - she sat down next to Yu Chihong, who quickly got up and left the couch and sat on the single sofa next to her. And at this moment, he took the initiative to sit next to her. There are also two couches next to it, not because there is no other place.

And they were on a two-person sofa, Yu Chihong was tall and long-legged, and as soon as he sat down, the space immediately seemed crowded. They were almost sideways and close together, and the rustling of the fabric could be heard.

Qiao Yan turned her head and bumped into Wei Chi Hong's dark eyes, she was flustered, she almost snatched the wine glass from his hand, and drank it when she raised her head.

"Good amount of alcohol." Yu Chihong's voice sounded in a low voice.

"It's okay." Qiao Yan said with a sigh, leaning back and constricting into the depths of the sofa.

Yu Chihong suddenly leaned down at her, one hand on the armrest of the sofa beside her.

Qiao Yan's whole person was encircled in his arms, she opened her eyes in an instant, and found that his face was only a foot or two away from her, and the dim and soft light hit his face, and the eyes were soft and bright.

"You ......" Qiao Yan felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her trembling hands held the wine glass, as if she was about to crush the glass.

Yu Chihong took the wine glass in her hand with one hand, put it aside, turned around, and simply put his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong with the face?" He asked in a low voice. There was a clear red mark on her face.

"Your feather duster...... Your brother beats Beibei......" Qiao Yan was already dizzy, and her words couldn't speak clearly.

Yu Chihong's eyes stared at her for a moment, and he said in a dumb voice, "Let me see the wound on my neck." ”

Qiao Yan's face was red, and she reached out and pulled down the collar of her sweater.

Wei Chihong looked down, and when he looked up again, his eyes had already revealed his feelings, distress, concern, and pity.

Qiao Yan's heart was about to melt, and her whole person was soft, and even her eyes were soft and drunk.

Yu Chihong raised his hand and stroked her face, the touch of her fingertips was delicate and warm, and her eyes were moist for no reason.

Qiao Yan tidied up the collar of her sweater, the wound on her neck no longer hurts, and the face is even smaller, and the left bank has already disinfected her. But when he was touched by Wei Chihong like this, his heart throbbed inexplicably. Why are such eyes, such touches, and aromas mixed with wine and a hint of tobacco so familiar? The man in the spring dream, the fierce and passionate kiss, broke into her mind like lightning, and her face instantly turned red like fire.

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(Tianjin)