Pain in the wrist and jaw can strike......

It hurts, it hurts.

Her tears still couldn't stop overflowing from her faintly reddened eyes.

Fu Qingcang looked at her eyes steadily.

Not a single subtle expression on her face was missed.

The moment he saw her tears, his brows frowned imperceptibly, and a trace of unbearability faintly flashed in his deep eyes.

Slowly loosened the grip on her.

When he felt that his restraint on her had been relaxed, Ye Lanxi sat down in shock and pinched his neck with his backhand.

Her actions completely angered the man in front of her.

Without much effort, he quickly choked her pincers.

His face was covered with a layer of gloom, and his deep eyes were like falling into a deep cellar of ice, revealing blood-devouring coldness.

The tone of his voice contained a strong killing intent: "I have already warned you just now, Ye Lanxi......"

After he finished speaking, he ripped off the precious tie around her neck, circled her wrist twice, and neatly tied a dead knot.

Lean in.

......

Outside the window, the drizzle continued.

The stars are faint at night, and the bright moon is shy and shy in the dark clouds, and the bleak wind is swishing, accompanied by the moon.

-

It's the day.

The morning sun shines brightly, through the blue-gray simple velvet curtains on the windows, and the gentle shimmer spreads on the precious cashmere carpet in the room, reflecting the warmth and elegance of the whole space.

......

Fu Qingcang stood beside the big bed in the room in the style of simple European solid wood carving, his eyes were deep and calm, and he quietly looked at the frowning and restless sleeping face of the little woman on the bed.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

The thin lips are gently pursed into a line.

Stand still for a moment.

Retracting the gaze that had fallen on her face, she turned and walked to the window, stretched out her long, powerful hand, and pulled open the gray simple velvet curtains.

The moment the curtains were opened, the stinging sunlight spread into the room.

It's like a kilowatt screen with bright light.

It's glaring.

When you look at the light, you seem to be blinded.

"Hmmm......"

The strong light fell on Ye Lanxi's delicate little face, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up slowly.

Eyes opened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly caught a glimpse of Fu Qingcang's long figure standing in front of the window.

Vigilant, he sat up in shock, hugged the quilt and quickly shrank into the corner, trying to keep the farthest straight-line distance from him in the room.

"Awake?"

Fu Qingcang turned around slowly.

A pair of narrow and charming peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold and cold eyes were fixed on her little face that was not powdered.

Ye Lanxi tightened her little face, her eyes were filled with resentment, and she looked at his calm and deep gaze that made people unable to see through emotions, and said coldly: "Fu Qingcang, what do you have to do to let me go?"

"Spare you?"

Fu Qingcang's eyes raised slightly, and he hooked his lips and sneered.

He said coldly: "Your father is the murderer who indirectly killed my parents, and now your father is lying on the hospital bed and has not woken up, so it is up to you to pay off the debt for him." ”

Hearing what he said, Ye Lanxi really felt angry and funny.

She said: "Have you investigated the truth of the matter? You said that my father indirectly killed your parents, what is the evidence?"

"Huh, the evidence?"

Fu Qingcang still sneered.

Raised his feet to the side of the bed, supported the wall with one hand, bent down slightly, and pulled her over who was cowering in the corner of the bed.

Her wrist seemed to be faintly dislocated from his strangulation last night, and she couldn't exert the slightest strength.

At this moment, he pulled like this, and the pain instantly spread from his wrist, and slowly spread until it spread all over his body.

"Ahh......h