Hearing her words, a faint smile appeared on Leng Yichen's cold face, "The bigger you are, the poorer your mouth is."
Hearing his tone as if he knew her very well and had never been separated from her before, Xia Yanxi's nose felt sore, a stream of hot liquid surged from her eyes, and her chest felt extremely uncomfortable. She took a deep breath. She didn't want to show it in front of him. Fragile, his voice became colder and he said, "Whether I have a poor mouth or not, it doesn't matter to you? Don't you know me? Why are you running out now? Wouldn't it be better to watch me get beaten to death by your bodyguards?"
Leng Yichen looked at her aggrieved and angry look. The smile on his lips deepened, and a hint of warmth appeared in his cold eyes that had never been warm. He stepped forward and took the slender and trembling Xia Yanxi into his arms. , a big palm, slapped her hard on the back like she did when she was naughty as a child.
Xia Yanxi's eyes were red, and she stepped hard on his shiny black leather shoes regardless of her fear.
Leng Yichen didn't move and let her step on him.
After Xia Yanxi stepped on it, most of the anger in her heart disappeared. She raised her long eyelashes stained with tears and looked at the handsome man so close. For a moment, she felt familiar yet unfamiliar.
He is still himself, but his outline and facial features are more distinct and beautiful than before.
Holding his expensive suit tightly with both hands, she unceremoniously wiped her tears of grievance on him, just like when she was a child, she always liked to lie in his arms, act coquettishly and cry when she was wronged outside.
"I want to know the reason, why you lied to me. I always thought that you and my mother were dead. These years, I have been in pain and pain. Do you know? I came all the way to find you, but you treat me as a stranger. , and even asked the bodyguard to beat me..."
Leng Yichen looked at the little woman who was crying in his arms. He frowned, took out a neatly folded square handkerchief, and wiped the tears on her face, "Let's go in with me first!"
He stretched out his hand towards Xia Yanxi. Xia Yanxi glanced at him and slowly stretched out her little hand. In her heart, Leng Yichen is just like her own brother.
When the guard saw Leng Yichen leading Xia Yanxi in, his face suddenly turned blue and white, "Young Master Leng... do you know him?"
Leng Yichen nodded, "My sister."
Guard, "..." Why didn't you say it before
Leng Yichen led Xia Yanxi to another three-story villa next to the main building.
Leng Yichen asked Xia Yanxi to sit on the sofa. He called his personal doctor and asked the doctor to check Xia Yanxi's body.
"Brother Yichen, I'm fine. I just received a slap and a few kicks. I don't need to see a doctor."
Leng Yichen frowned and looked at Xia Yanxi, whose face was swollen on one side, and said coldly, "Here comes someone."
"Master Leng, what are your orders?"
"Drag out the person who hit my sister before and shoot him."
Xia Yanxi's heart trembled when she heard the word "shooting". When she came over, grandma told her that the real masters of this country are Qiao Zhicheng and Zhou Liu, and they have the right to deal with anyone.
But she didn't expect that it only took one sentence to kill someone.
"Wait a minute," Xia Yanxi stood up from the sofa. She took Leng Yichen's arm and said urgently, "Although that person hit me, his crime is not worthy of death. Brother Yichen, don't shoot him."
Leng Yichen glanced at Xia Yanxi with a complicated expression and waved to his subordinates, "Okay, let's go down first."