At eight o'clock, the country roads were washed away by the torrential rain.

No one will come at this time, Chu Ying closed the door, stepped into the warehouse with her front foot, and someone followed with her back foot, she probed and asked, "Who?" ”

Tang Hewei came in the rain, his appearance was a little terrifying, Chu Ying was frightened, "What are you doing again, go out!" ”

"What do you say I'm doing?!" Tang Hewei walked up to her quickly, reaching out to hug her.

Chu Ying stepped back to dodge, accidentally bumped into the goods behind her, and when she turned around to help the shelf, her waist was blocked, and Tang Hewei buried his head and kissed her face.

Chu Ying waved her hands and feet to resist, shouting in her mouth, "Haven't you made enough trouble during the day?" I'm going home! ”

"Who's messing with you?"

After being played for so many days, coupled with the prince's expensive arch fire, Tang Hewei couldn't bear it anymore, if it wasn't for someone bad in the afternoon, he might have succeeded.

Controlling Chu Ying's wrist, Tang Hewei pressed her down, his back was on the ground, he buried his head in gnawing her neck, she kicked with her feet, and blocked with her elbows, "You calm down, do you want the people in the village to know that you are bullying a widow?" ”

"Widow?" Tang Hewei straightened up, "The widow is not as as you, you said it yourself, who bit this?!" ”

He went to tear Chu Ying's neckline, she twisted her body to dodge, and retorted unrelentingly: "Can you handle it?!" ”

"I'll let you know I can handle it!"

No longer wasting time talking nonsense with her, Tang Hewei directly tore off the tape and stuck it on her mouth, "It's really Lao Tzu playing tricks on you, if I don't clean you up today, I won't be surnamed Tang!" ”

He said as he tore at her clothes.

Chu Ying struggled so badly, Tang and Wei were angry, raised their arms and slapped her, "Don't fucking mess around!" It's all this time and it's still pretending?! ”

Her eyes were filled with tears and horror, Chu Ying swung her body and legs, dodging Tang Hewei's hand, while her hand quietly moved under the shelf, holding the knife that had been prepared in the morning.

She's counting the time and using herself as a chip.

Tang Hewei's hand reached his waist and was climbing up, Chu Ying clenched the handle of the knife and was about to pull it out, when the door of the commissary was kicked open, Tang Hewei also heard the sound, and the moment he turned his head to look, he was punched head-on.

His nose was beaten with blood, he wilted, touched the blood, stood up and scolded: "You're looking for death, aren't you?" Know who I am? Your village ......"

"Who do I care who you are?"

As he spoke, Sun Hui kicked him in the chest, "Dare to bully Yingying, see if I don't kill you!" ”

On a rainy night, the sounds of scolding and beatings were intertwined.

Outside the door.

Holding an umbrella, Song Yong stood in the rain and quietly swallowed smoke.

Calling Sun Hui is a strategy to kill two birds with one stone, and now, Chu Ying is the only man by his side.

*

The beating lasted for ten minutes, Tang Hewei was beaten to death, the village chief braved the rain to send him to the health center, Yanzi comforted Chu Ying twice, and followed.

Chu Ying huddled in the corner of the shelf, with slap marks on her cheeks, scratches on her shoulders, and her mouth was covered with duct tape for too long, white, vivid and pitiful.

Pulling back her messy hair from the side of her ears, she moved to stand up, only to hear the door open.

Song Yong looked at the messed up commissary, blinked lightly, then turned around and locked the door.

When she walked in, she collided with Chu Ying, and she was stunned, "Song Yong? ”

She didn't think he was coming, but he was just waiting for the best time.

Song Yong's whole body was damp, his expression was gloomy, he came out of place, and it was unpredictable what to do.

Clutching her torn blouse, Chu Ying's eyelids jumped, "Why are you here, your uncle was sent to the health center......"

She raised her hand, pretending to wipe the water from his forehead.

Song Yong grabbed her fingers and took a few steps forward.

Chu Ying stepped back, leaning against the shelf, her chin was pinched when she opened her mouth to speak, and her hand holding her collar was immediately taken away and pressed on the top of her head.

Song Yong didn't say a word, lifted her face, pressed her lips and kissed it.