Chapter 111

Xia qin'er has just put the food on the table. Knowing that Liang Ruian has gone out to play cards, her eyes suddenly become deep. The corner of the mouth suddenly conjures up a cool smile, even the aunt standing next to it unconsciously shrunk.

Oh, what a Zhou family. I feel like I'm playing with her, right?

Originally, she wanted to use Liang Ruian's hand to make a good trick on Liang Jia, but now, is it up to her to serve them?

Xia qin'er narrowed her eyes and looked unhappily at the big entrance of the living room.

But Xia qin'er didn't know that Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen, who had no clue, had already bypassed the living room and got out of the door. They had already sat in the car when they came and were ready to go home.

Inside the car, there was silence. Liang Jia lowered her eyes, with some obvious low pressure. Seeing Liang Jia's lost eyes, Zhou Xingchen's hand stroked her soft hair, full of pity.

He must help her find this mysterious life experience, otherwise, he really can't bear to see her haggard and listless every day. His eyes become deep, and gently lowered his head to kiss Liang Jia's forehead.

No matter who is blocking him, but he will always know, even if it is to make some small moves.

The food is getting cold. Xia qin'er's face is getting darker and darker. Her face is getting more and more ferocious. Although the dishes are basically made by my aunt, she is also helping me. I can't see the clue, but I didn't expect

Xia qin'er finally couldn't help but stand up and go to the door. She grows so big, has not been so wronged, but Liang Jia that slut! She took her Xing Chen away without a word!

She kicked the door of Xia's house with a hard throw.

Xia Zhiyang, who was reading the newspaper, seemed to be awakened by the sound of kicking the door. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the baby daughter who directly kicked the door from the outside. With a trace of displeasure, his voice was a little low. He yelled: "qin'er, you are a celebrity! How can you get married with such a move! "

Xia qin'er was full of grievances. She was scolded by Xia Zhiyang. She couldn't help showing her innocent eyes. She specially hung several big tears in her eyes. She suddenly knelt down in front of Xia Zhiyang and looked up at him: "Dad, qin'er doesn't want to live."

Xia Zhiyang looked at Xia qiner's eyes filled with mist, kneeling on the ground, such a cry, heart already soft, he sighed, like squatting down to see Xia qiner's face, eyes some gloomy: "baby, who bullied you?"

Xia qin'er's fingers suddenly tightened, and her nails left a long red mark on her palm. She bit her teeth, with a trace of resentment, flashed fierce light in her eyes, and slowly squeezed two words out of her mouth.

"Liang Jia."

Zhou Xingchen just got out of the car and was about to walk into Zhou's villa from the front door. He was carrying a snack for Liang Jia, but he was stopped by a black Jaguar and made a beautiful drifting turn in front of him.

Zhou Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Xia Zhiyang swing the car door. He got out of the car and came over. With an obvious killing intention in his eyes, he came straight to him.

Staring at Xia Zhiyang's action, Zhou Xingchen stirred up a smile and said carelessly: "Mr. Xia, I haven't seen you for a long time. How can I come here?"

There is a trace of killing intention and warning in the eyes.

Xia Zhiyang doesn't seem to see him. He turns around him and rushes straight into the room. Zhou Xingchen squints his eyes and immediately stands in front of the iron gate. His eyes are sharp and he looks at Xia Zhiyang, slightly impatient: "Mr. Xia, what are you doing? Breaking into a private house? "

"It's none of your business." Xia Zhiyang looks at Zhou Xingchen who is in front of him. His brow is frowning tightly. His eyes are not patient: "let me go in and find Liang Jia."

Looking for Liang Jia?

Zhou Xingchen frowned and stared at Xia Zhiyang tightly. He sneered: "what do you want to do with my wife? I don't think Mr. Xia has anything to talk about with my wife. "

Xia Zhiyang's eyes were sharp, and he was staring at the man who was younger than himself. Looking at the man's sharp eyes, he suddenly felt the heavy feeling and pressure from him. He thought to himself that this man was really unusual, even he felt the threat from a mature man.

He said in a slow voice: "what did Liang Jia do to qin'er? Don't you count it in your heart? Allow her to bully qin'er like this, but I can't teach her how to behave? "

Zhou Xingchen sneered. His eyes were dyed fishy red. He gently put his snacks on the ground and said impatiently, "I didn't even investigate what Xia qin'er did to Jia'er. When will I come to your Xia family to investigate our Zhou family's responsibility?" He pondered and said, "Mr. Xia thinks that your company's operation is too good recently, so he comes here to find trouble."He took a step forward and stared at the man whose face became a little complicated. He even said in a cold voice, "if you want to educate others, educate your own daughter first, and don't push everything to others. There is more!" He took another step forward and looked down at Xia Zhiyang: "don't touch her! If you touch Carol, don't blame me for being rude to your daughter

He smiles a little and suddenly shows a kind smile. What he says makes Xia Zhiyang fall into the ice cave: "you don't want to, white haired people give black haired people away."

"You know, I, Zhou Xingchen, do what I say."

The last few words were light. Zhou Xingchen pasted Xia Zhiyang's stiff body, and his cold thin lips moved slightly.

Outside stepped back, he seems to be very satisfied with Xia Zhiyang frozen pale expression, raised the corner of the mouth to smile.

Xia Zhiyang tried his best to calm down the expression on his face that he had just been too flustered. He felt that the sense of coercion was not so serious. He narrowed his eyes slightly, gave Zhou Xingchen a meaningful look, and then turned and walked towards the black Jaguar.

Zhou Xingchen returned a smile that he didn't give away.

The iron door across the street squeaked open.

Yan Du'an leaned slightly out of the middle of the iron gate. He was wearing a red sweater in early winter, and his beautiful face looked very white in the sunshine. He whistled and hugged his hands. His eyes looked at Zhou Xingchen with a trace of irony, as if watching the excitement: "why, the peach blossom debt, now you're looking for trouble? Tut Tut, if Jia'er knows... "

"Shut up." Zhou Xingchen's face was already half black when he saw Yan Du'an, and his knife like eyes flew fiercely. He seemed to think of something, and his mouth also stirred up a mocking smile. He accepted it back without showing weakness: "of course, it's not as affectionate as your Miss Yu Huaqing." I just want you to be like me, and I will never fail to miss you. "

I don't know where he thought of two lines of poetry. Zhou Xingchen's mouth was full of evil smile, staring at Yan Du'an's pale face, and suddenly he was in a good mood.