Yi Beihan raised the corners of his lips and glanced at her, as if throwing away a rag, and shook off her body.

Asahika's head hit the wall, and the whole person began to breathe heavily.

Yi Beihan leaned down, the knife in his hand close to her cheek, "You don't want this face of yours anymore?" If I get a heavy knife, even if you have plastic surgery, I'm afraid it won't be repaired. ”

Asaka shrunk and wanted to hide back, but there was a wall behind her.

"I can't really say...... If you want to kill me, kill me, I can't let my parents have an accident......"

Chaoxiang looked at Yi Beihan with a frightened face, and shouted bitterly, "Please, let me go, I really know it's wrong, I shouldn't be greedy!" ”

There was a sudden sharp pain on her face, and before Asaka could react, she felt a stream of warm liquid running down her cheeks.

She trembled her hands, stretched out her fingertips, touched her cheek lightly, and put it in front of her eyes—

"Ahh

There was an instant scream in the silent office.

"Ahh

This man really ruined her face, she was disfigured!!

A bloodthirsty smile curled up at the corner of Yi Beihan's mouth, he stood up, took two steps unhurriedly, and directly blocked Asaka's way.

Condescendingly looked at the woman with a bloody face.

"And now? To say, or not to say? ”

Chaoxiang couldn't care about the heart-rending pain, she covered her cheek with one hand, looked up at the man who was looking at the world above her head, scared; Crying and screaming.

"I don't know...... I can't say, let me go...... My face hurts so much, Mom, Dad, Wei Yang, help me!! ”

Yi Beihan raised the corners of his lips, raised the knife with a dazzling white light and put it on her other cheek, and his voice was as cold as a hellish Shura, "What about this side?" Don't want it either? ”

Asaka could feel that the original blood on the blade was sticking to the right side of her face, and she ducked back in horror, but she couldn't escape the man's pursuit.

"Ahh

Another knife, go down.

Asaka fell to the ground weakly, looking at the snow-white wool carpet stained red by her own blood, her eyes had begun to blur, and her mouth muttered, "Please...... Leave me alone...... I can't say ......"

…………………………

Chaoxiang fainted due to excessive blood loss, and she still couldn't tell Xia Yan's whereabouts after all.

Yi Beihan knew that it was impossible to get any news out of that woman's mouth now.

It's okay to ruin her face, otherwise he will feel disgusted when he looks at other people's faces against Xia Yan.

Ask Yi Meifeng, it's even more impossible.

With her stubbornness, even if she did kill her, she wouldn't say a word.

It's been almost four months since Xia Yan disappeared.

It's already February, and it's the weather in the depths of winter.

It's almost Chinese New Year's Eve......

Yi Beihan vaguely remembers that on Chinese New Year's Eve six years ago, his gift to Xia Yan was a bouquet of roses, and her whole person was happy at that time as if she was about to fly.

At this time last year, Xia Yan and Yi Shen woke him up to ask for red envelopes.

At that time, he always thought that Yi Shen was Shen Haolie's son, although he loved Xia Yan, he always had a ravine for her in his heart.

Now that I think about it, how ridiculous and pathetic I was at that time.

It has been snowing heavily outside since the morning.

The snow was falling heavily, and there were no drivers on the roads outside.

Yi Beihan got out of the company and got into the sports car.

There was no heating in the sports car, and it was even colder than outside.

He put his hands on the steering wheel, his cheeks buried between his arms, and a moment later, a tear ran down the corner of his eye.

He misses Xia Yan, thinks about it very much, and misses it gnaws at his heart all the time.

It was the longest time she had disappeared since those five years.

Yi Beihan has even begun to wonder if she is dead......

Yi Meifeng has already found a fake Xia Yan to replace her, so has she already killed her......

In the past two days, he carefully observed Yi Meifeng's every move, but saw that she only stayed in the old mansion all day.

The heartache is getting worse and worse, and sure enough, he can't live without Xia Yan.

He missed Xia Yan more and more, opened his eyes and closed them, as if he could see Xia Yan's smile.

Tearful, coquettish, coquettish, heartbreaking, and when she quarreled with him, her every expression was so beautiful.

For so many years, he has been trying to capture her beauty.

He made no secret of his love for her, and the only thing he wanted was for her to be with him steadily.

In fact, he has been doing something badly, and it is himself.

Two hours passed—