Chapter 1041： Missing illness (2)

the other side.

Xiao Chen took Lan Yue and walked out quickly, walked straight to his car, reached out his hand to open the car door, and threw her into the car directly.

Turning around, taking the driving position with a calm face, and slamming the accelerator under his feet, the car sprinted away in an instant.

Lan Yue sat in the passenger seat with no expression on her face, but her nails were firmly stuck in the palm of her hand.

She didn't expect to see him again so soon.

The anger on Xiao Chen's body was like substance, spreading in the small car, as if to nail her to the seat.

The atmosphere in the car is heavy and depressing, making people unable to breathe.

The car stopped in front of his residence, Xiao Chen got out of the car and opened the door, pulled her down, and pulled her forward.

Lan Yue was wearing a dress and ten centimeters high heels under her feet, and was stumbled by Xiao Chen all the way.

Back in the room, Xiao Chen closed the door and pushed Lan Yue hard against the wall with his hand.

Lan Yue's thin back hit the wall with a muffled noise.

His face paled for a moment, and he gritted his teeth desperately to hold back the pain that was about to export.

Xiao Chen stared at her fiercely, reached out his hand behind her ear, and then pulled to the side, peeling off the thin layer of things, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Lan Yue raised her eyes to look at him, and said, "Xiao Chen."

"Don't call my name."

Xiao Chen gritted her teeth and squeezed her small chin with one hand, forcing her to raise her head while the other hand was facing down.

Lan Yue's body was tightly stretched, and her breathing was suffocated.

Xiao Chen drew a gun from the **** her leg, raised his hand and pressed it against her head.

"Blue Moon, you dare to come here, do you really think I won't kill you?"

With everything she had done to his family before, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to kill her ten times.

Lan Yue's chin was pinched hard by him, and a layer of mist appeared in his painful eyes.

"No."

She never thought that Xiao Chen would not kill her, but her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

In the past few years, she has lived in pain and suffering every day.

Many times, she was thinking, if she could really die under Xiao Chen's gun at that time, it would be great, so that she would not have to endure the bone-eroding thoughts and heart-piercing pain every day.

"You will also hurt? You want to lie to me again with your pitifulness in front of me?"

Xiao Chen sneered, looked at the mist in her eyes, bowed her head, bit her lips with her mouth open, as if to vent all the hatred and anger in her heart, biting hard.

A strong smell of blood soon came from the mouth.

Lan Yue looked at the handsome face in front of her, as if the passage of years had never left a trace.

The lip hurts badly, but she doesn't care.

Xiao Chen squeezed her shoulders hard.

The hatred in his heart is intertwined with the deeply buried love. He no longer knows what to do to her?

The hatred made him want to kill her immediately, but the love buried deep in his heart made him reluctant to let go.

Lan Yue's body weakly slid down the wall.

Xiao Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand, wrapped her waist, and took the person into his arms.

The next moment, the pupils tightened instantly.

I saw that as her body went down the wall, a long string of blood was stained on the wall behind that.

Xiao Chen's heart was tight, and he couldn't care about hate.

He quickly picked up the person, returned to the bedroom, and put her face down on the bed carefully.

On the silver dress, blood stains spread down from the shoulder behind her.