Chapter 472

Jealousy emerged from the bottom of a dark lake and turned into thick slurries in his heart, making him almost unable to control himself.

Fingernails are deep in the palm of his hand, and his head involuntarily shows the scenes of her being with Ouyang ye in those months.

What are they talking about for such a long hour?

Why did she suddenly become so cold and say nothing?

Eagle eyes become extremely sharp, looking up and down at the woman in front of him, he seems to want to see through Liang Jia, and his hand is more and more powerful. He looks at Liang Jia's expressionless face, only to feel angry and sneer. He suddenly grabs Liang Jia's chin, "say, how did you get intimate with him in that hour?"

"Dating or dating? You're so reluctant to leave him? " Zhou Xingchen can't control himself. He looks at Liang Jia's face with deep eyes. He wants to peel off her head to see what she is thinking and how much Ouyang Ye has in her heart!

"Isn't it enough to be tired of being together every day for a few months? You can't stand an hour apart? "

"What are you talking about?" Liang Jia looks at the man in front of her incredulously. She can't believe that Zhou Xingchen would say something like this: "are you doubting me?"

Aren't they husband and wife?

Shouldn't we trust each other?

Why did he say such words? He knew that he was the only one she loved from beginning to end!

Liang Jia's mouth with a smile of irony, looking at Zhou Xingchen sharp eyes want to see through her, her heart suddenly cool a large.

She didn't know what was wrong with them, why they suddenly became like this.

Is it because she left for more than four months?

Or because... He doesn't love her anymore?

Suddenly thinking of the night when he disappeared, Liang Jia's heart suddenly broke into pieces. When did they become like this?

He became hot and cold, he became like someone else.

Suddenly, she felt that it was useless to explain more. She raised her lips and laughed at herself. "Zhou Xingchen, that's what you think of me, isn't it?"

The car took a big turn and suddenly stopped at the door of Zhou's house.

Inside the car was a gloomy and depressing atmosphere, filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

No one spoke again. Turning her head, Liang Jia broke away from Zhou Xingchen's hand that held her chin, and faintly stirred up a sneer, "enough, Xing Chen, let's calm down."

Open the door, Liang Jia did not hesitate to break free from Zhou Xingchen hoop her hand, turned and left, "you now, simply can't listen to what I said."

And Zhou Xingchen, who stayed in the car, looked at Liang Jia's back more and more deeply. Taking back the hand that Liang Jia had left to one side, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Gather next Mou son, he deeply again saw the beam Jia of far away one eye, the vision is complicated.

The night soon came. After the quarrel in the car, they never spoke again. They were expecting Zhou Xingchen to give her an explanation, but they didn't expect that she could wait until before she fell asleep, nor could they wait for his explanation.

The night was as cool as water, and gusts of cold wind penetrated through the windows.

Liang Jia subconsciously took the bedding, only slowly wake up.

Eyelashes trembled, she slowly opened her eyes, pupil in a moment became incomparably clear.

Sitting up from the bed, her face became a little self mocking and indifferent. Sure enough, he wasn't here today

Her nose felt sour and astringent, and she suddenly raised her lips and laughed. She didn't expect that. If Zhou Xingchen didn't come to explain to her, she even began to sleep away from her?

Barefoot step down the bed, she can feel the cold from the ground.

Putting on her coat, she opened the door and planned to go downstairs for a drink of water. She didn't like to cry, so she needed to do something else to distract her mind.

The whole room was dark. The kitchen didn't turn on the light. Liang Jia trembled her eyelashes. She turned on the light and was about to pour water into the water cup, but suddenly she heard a very small cry.

The hand holding the kettle was shaking. She was the only one in the quiet room.

After taking a deep breath, Liang Jia decided to put down the kettle and take it as an illusion. When she wanted to drink water, the tiny woman's voice came again.Mixed with the sound of the wind, without hesitation to the woman's ears.

Suddenly clenched the cup, Liang Jia opened her lips, and finally determined that the cry she had just heard was not an illusion, but a real cry.

Wrapped up in her overcoat, liangjiase shrunk and stood calmly in the kitchen, listening carefully.

The voice was very small, but the only thing Liang Jia could be sure was that it was a woman's voice, mixed with several noises. Liang Jia could recognize that the voice came from the right side of the house in the dim yellow light.

What's in the house on the right? She remembers that it was empty, nothing but an empty basement

basement?

Deep eyes suddenly across a light, Liang Jia's eyes slightly narrowed up.

Suddenly wrapped in tight clothes, Liang Jia licked her dry lips, took out a small sharp knife from the kitchen and moved her steps.

The dim yellow light was shining on some dark stairs. Liang Jia turned right from the gate and saw that the door leading to the basement was open. In a moment, many thoughts flashed over, and Liang Jia looked strange.

Bei teeth gently bit the lower lip, Liang Jia straight think things may be related to Zhou Xingchen.

In the dusky basement, the interrogation is still going on as usual. Zhou Xingchen coldly looks at Ren Chengyan, who has been flogged out of shape, with a sneer on his lips. Ren Chengyan was hung on a special wooden frame, and her hands and feet were tied up.

Her nails had penetrated into the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood in her palm had blurred into a piece, but she still clenched her teeth tightly, saying something unrelated to Zhou Xingchen's question, "Zhou Shao, do you like my face very much? After tormenting me for so long, you still can't bear to flog... My... Face... "

The basement was cold and damp, like a yellow purgatory with lights on.

Zhou Xingchen is dressed in black. He stands a few meters away from Ren Chengyan and looks coldly at Ren Chengyan's face that looks like Liang Jia. His eagle eyes narrow slightly.

The eyes twinkled with complex emotions, and the room suddenly became silent.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, and no one dared to speak.

The yellow light was shining on a white hand through the layers of darkness. Liang Jia's hand with a sharp knife trembled slightly and stood straight at the corner of the basement door.