I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian didn't care about the pain on her body, the door was locked behind her back was the thing she panicked the most.

Lin Jiaoyang dragged his wet sleeves and walked in front of her.

She couldn't help but backed away, her palm pressed against the shattered glass shards, she immediately picked up her hand in pain, and looked down, there was already blood.

Lin Jiaoyang stepped forward, grabbed her by the collar and forced her to look up at herself: "If it wasn't for the concern that the Fu family still has some affection for you, I would have had someone do you a long time ago. You really thought I would Doting on you like your stupid father? Doting on you like Chong Ruxiang?"

Zhuo Jian was forced to look up at the hideous man in front of her, his true face was finally revealed just because she accidentally spilled wine on him.

Zhuo Jian was glad that he was exposed so early, but worried that she would suffer.

"Jiaoyang, she's still a girl, and she hasn't been beaten by wind and rain, just a little lesson, don't scare her."

Mr. Zhao shook his red wine glass, crossed his legs and watched the excitement for a while before speaking.

"Like her, one should go through something to know the cruelty of this society."

Lin Jiaoyang said.

The door was knocked from the outside, and the waiter's voice came in: "Sir, serve the food."

Lin Jiaoyang glanced at the door, then immediately grabbed Zhuo Jian by the collar and pulled her up and stuffed her back into the chair: "Sit down for me, you understand?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just sat there reluctantly.

Mr. Zhao stared at her slender pink neck with fiery eyes, and unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Lin Jiaoyang went to open the door, and after taking the food in, he gave a faint order: "Just put the food at the door next time."

"Yes!"

Seeing his unfriendly expression, the service staff left after speaking.

Lin Jiaoyang put the dishes on the table by himself, tore off a piece of paper and wiped his hands, strolled back to the table, helped up the chair that had fallen down, pulled it to her side and sat down: "Let me see my hands."

Zhuo Jian insisted on removing her hand.

"Do you want to be beaten?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.

Beaten?

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just lowered her head, took the phone and turned it on, and said, "You call!"

"what are you doing?"

Lin Jiaoyang looked down at what software she was looking for and asked.

"Live broadcast! Today we will show a video of the president of the Lin Group beating up the daughter of a former friend. I promise it will be popular all over the city."

As Zhuo Jian said, she was about to point the phone at him.

The next moment, Lin Jiaoyang dropped her mobile phone to the ground: "I think you are courting death."

Lin Jiaoyang stood up, and slapped her face with his backhand, which was not as big as a slap.

"Bright sun!"

Mr. Zhao called out to him, beating such a delicate girl is not advisable for him.

At the same time, Zhuo Jian heard a buzzing in her ear.

In fact, she also thought that this method would not work. This is not a TV series. No one will be afraid just because they see you broadcasting live. Instead, it is very rude to directly stop it.

But she still wanted to try, but she failed.

She reflected, and then listened to her phone with a broken screen ringing on the ground.

There was no one's name on that number, but both she and Lin Jiaoyang remembered it.

Lin Jiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and before Zhuo Jian could get the phone, he kicked the phone against the wall.

Zhuo Jian looked at it, her heart turned cold, did she just become a fish at the mercy of others?

"Don't persuade me, I think this woman just needs to be cleaned up!"

Lin Jiaoyang suddenly grabbed her by the throat and stared at her fiercely.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her hand to hold his wrist, because of his excessive strength, she suddenly saw darkness.

Only then did I suddenly realize that the time Fu Yanye choked her throat was really just playing tricks and playing a game, which is called choking.

Just then, the door dinged from outside.

Mr. Zhao looked out and quickly jumped up from the chair.

And when Lin Jiaoyang heard the sound of the chair legs being pulled on the ground, a black unknown object directly hit his head, and then he heard a bang.

"If you want to die, you can just say it!"

Fu Yanye came to him in an instant, and when he had to let go of Zhuo Jian and fell to the ground, the chair he had just sat on was hit straight to his back and even the back of his head.

"what!"

Lin Jiaoyang immediately lay down on the ground.

Holding her throat, Zhuo Jian looked at the man who was lying on the ground with bleeding from his head, and then at the man who was about to make a move, and immediately went forward to hold his wrist: "Don't hit, it will kill you. "

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, and asked furiously, "Why do you want to meet him alone?"

Zhuo Jian was taken aback for a moment, but then she had to remind him: "Do you think I would meet this kind of person alone?"

Is it a misunderstanding, or a conspiracy?

She doesn't know!

Still to be tested!

Better to be wrong!

Their director was just being used.

Zhuo Jian thought so, otherwise she would not let it go.

Fu Yanye looked at the red finger prints on her choked throat, and the corner of her mouth was still bleeding, and kicked hard at the immobile person on the ground, and then grabbed her hand: "Can you still go?" ?”

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Fu Yanye took her outside, but when he got outside, Fu Yanye stopped suddenly and said, "Wait a minute."

Zhuo Jian watched him go in again, and knew that he remembered Mr. Zhao.

She stood outside with the staff who went to help her call Fu Yanye and nodded politely to him as a thank you.

The service staff bowed to her very modestly.

But there was no movement from inside, until Fu Yanye came out and heard a bang.

Is something down?

Fu Yanye picked her up from the ground: "Go upstairs to the suite first."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, looking at him now, she suddenly felt safe.

Upstairs in his exclusive suite, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed, and Fu Yanye quickly untied her shirt with his hands.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously held his hand: "Fu Yanye!"

Her voice was soft, but warning.

Fu Yanye looked down at her hand: "Take your hand away!"

Zhuo Jian didn't want to, but when she thought that her palm was torn and bleeding, she immediately let go.

The back of Fu Yanye's hand was indeed stained with her blood, and she subconsciously looked around to find something, hoping to wipe it off for him.

He loves to be clean and can't bear any dirt on his body.

But her face was suddenly held, and she faced his facial features and his dark black eyes directly.

"Don't move around anymore, we'll settle the accounts after I finish checking."

Fu Yanye's every word was clearly a threat.

Zhuo Jian sat upright on the edge of the bed, suddenly not daring to move.

Fu Yanye let go of her and took off her shirt, which contained his favorite soft incense, but this time he only looked at her every inch of skin, and pushed her down on the bed.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed, Fu Yanye lifted her little black vest and pressed her back shoulder, but what she saw was the bruise on her lower back.