"I see!" Zhong Xi suddenly jumped up, and he threw himself down again.

Shocked Tao Yao.

His head slammed to the ground, then flew to Jiayin's side, his hand reaching for her waist.

Jia Yin felt something crack and trembled uncontrollably.

After that, he flew to the drawing board and entered the no-man's land. He took a knife and let out a little red, pouring out her deepest beauty and depicting his inspired work.

The good news is more sober, and the eyes are full of colors. She realized that it was not strange, it was the same as that night! Only this time it was even more violent, and she was already unable to move because of the vibration of her own heart. She's a little scared, not for no reason, who did something to her! "Let go of me." Good news can't make up the strength.

Tao Yao got closer and closer, and Zhong Xi was just intoxicated by the painting. Soon the painting was completed, Zhong Xi held the two paintings, muttered non-stop, and went to another room, as if he had completely forgotten the existence of Jiayin.

Tao Yao revealed his true colors. She pinched Jiayin's skin hard, sharp nails digging into her flesh. The pain made her sober, and only then did she see the light of the resentful woman in Tao Yao's eyes. Jiayin couldn't help but wonder, what happened to Tao Yao. She felt something was wrong, but she couldn't resist it.

"You're really good." Tao Yao's low voice was cold and piercing.

Jiayin was afraid in her heart, she didn't trust people, and she suspected that Tao Yao wanted to kill her.

Tao Yao wondered, why hasn't the boss come yet.

Those people are here, and it's interesting.

She wanted to see them do it to her.

Conforming to the crowd and following evil seems to alleviate her suffering. Jia Yin was not happy, as if it was the only way for her to get out of her predicament, and she was just about to get up to see a few men when she heard a few muffled sounds of falling to the ground outside.

The door opened gently a crack, and a man crept in.

"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao." The sound of tearing, a pool of moving flesh covered in blood, who else could it be her boss.

She jerked to her senses, got up from the couch, and sensed something was wrong. Tao Yao was trying to find a fruit knife to defend himself, when someone broke in.

A cool breeze made Jiayin suddenly have strength, and she shouted with support, "Help me!" ”

Liang Zixuan strode in, kicked away the rotten meat on the ground, pushed away Tao Yao, who was stunned, and she staggered to the ground. He picked up Jiayin's clothes, wrapped them around her casually, picked her up and went out of the room.

"Anfu, greet them well." Zi Xuan hugged him tighter again, his face was already distorted with anger, but he tried his best to suppress his anger, not wanting to show it in front of her.

Finally got into his silver luxury car.

"Thank you." Jia Yin used all her strength, tsk, her voice was simply not the same.

"If you really want to thank me, then sign it." Zi Xuan looked down at her charming, not wanting that even if she was reborn and crossed, she would still be this virtue.

Jia Yin's body is even more like falling into a frying pan, "Do you have fever reducers?" ”

"Are you sick? You look healthy. Zixuan pretended not to know.

Jiayin's consciousness is chaotic, his thoughts are confused, he is aware of strangeness, he can't figure it out, and his heart is like numbness.

"I don't know." Her teeth chattered, "I'm shaking so much." ”

"Shake? Where to shake? Zi Xuan smiled maliciously, and he asked a bad question.

Jia Yin nodded in embarrassment.

Zixuan was still not satisfied, "If you don't explain your condition clearly, how can I, a layman, help you buy medicine." Dr. Yi, I don't have medical skills. ”

"Like that night."

"That night? Which night? Zi Xuan deliberately delayed to see if her stubborn tendons could be eliminated by him.

"It's the night with you." Jiayin has burst into tears.

"Oh? You say the antidote to that reaction! I really have. Zixuan approached him, and the smell of vanilla was clear and dissipating.

"Then you can do well, give me one. Please. The good news prayed like a pray.

"You sign it, and it will be there immediately, and it will give you many grains."

"I'll sign it." Jiayin's sanity is completely lost.

Zi Xuan took out the signature pen, Jia Yin anxiously wrote down his name, pressed his handprint, and on the other side was Zi Xuan's name and imprint.

He lifted her up and put her on his lap, and she could no longer support her body, leaning on his shoulder.

Zi Xuan whispered intoxicatedly, "Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng." ”