Chapter 22: She will only be more painful! (1/2)

Woe does not come alone.

Xue Luo held her body tightly with her arms to reduce the sense of coldness and hunger. She walked aimlessly on the stormy streets, but she did not know that she had followed two young scummers.

”Beauty, alone? Let's go home and relax with my brother.” Killer Matt, with purple hair, took a step forward, patted Xue Luo's shoulder, his words were very frivolous and suffocating.

Snow fell in shock, converging and just screaming, ”What do you want to do? Stay away from me.”

After a dark black Ferrari was hidden in the flower garden in the auxiliary road, Feng Xinglang's gaze turned to playfulness. He really wanted to see this idiot woman run out without a thought in the middle of the night. What would she do.

Xue Luo didn't want to say anything to this little lunatic, and hurriedly rushed towards the asphalt road where there were bright cars.

But I didn't think there was a killer Matt in front of her, and she stopped her way directly, ”What are you going to run, wait for our brothers to be cool before they can run! Come on girl, we will pay you . ”

”Scum!” Xue Luo scolded, and shouted, ”Come, help! Come on, hooligan!”

The two killing Matt didn't seem to think that Lin Xueluo, who seemed to be thin, had such a high-pitched voice, and still screamed with stubbornness, which made them panic. One of them was conditioned. Pulled out a utility knife from the body and shook it a few times in front of Xue Luo, ”Smelly woman, dare you tell me to cut your throat!”

Seeing that the person took out the utility knife, Xue Luo was also panicked, and said it was fake if he wasn't afraid, but Xue Luo was holding it while pressing himself to calm down. The man took the opportunity and flew towards the snow ...

Speaking of time and time, a strong physique, like a whirlwind, rushed towards the two little punks. Sighting that killing Matt with a knife was a severe right uppercut. The purple-haired killer Matt immediately fell in response to Feng Xinglang's right uppercut.

When Xue Luo saw that the ‘good-hearted person’ who helped him turned out to be Feng Xinglang, the whole person was even more bleak. It seems that Feng Xinglang hates and hates her more than these two little bastards.

Taking advantage of this, Xue Luo took off the leather shoes on his feet and hit the other one who wanted to hug her. He hit his heel on the head, and he instinctively released it. hand.

There was no glance at Feng Xinglang. Xue Luo put on his shoes and rushed to the asphalt road, and stopped a taxi to leave the scene.

Was the man passing by, or did he chase him out and watch her out? Anyway, that man will never be so kind!

The dark black Ferrari always followed the taxi in front. After seeing Xue Luo Anping reach the Xia family, Feng Xinglang left with the accelerator. The woman just took off her high-heeled shoes and beat the little scumbags, so she didn't let go.

On the way back to Fengjia, Feng Xinglang's heart passed a sense of inexplicability. An inexplicable feeling!

Xia family.

Xia Zhengyang, the head of the family, just returned from a business trip. Wen Meijuan is questioning why he came home two hours late. What have you been doing these two hours. Because Wen Meijuan found that the flight tonight was not late.

”Well, aunt. I'm back.” Xue Luo's voice was dumb.

”Xue Luo? Why are you back? Why are you crying?” Xia Zhengyang could not explain to his wife and asked Xue Luo.

”I'm fine. I miss home, so I'm back. Alas, aunt, I'm going upstairs to rest, good night.”

Xue Luo did not say what happened to her. Because Xia Zhengyang and Aunt Wen Meijuan are not at all objects to talk about. If they could listen to her, Xue Luo wouldn't be forced to marry and marry into Feng's family.

Can Xia Zhengyang's family be his own? The concept of home seems to be a little fuzzy and unclear.