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Lin Xiahua looked at he Feihe's fierce clothes, for fear that he would answer people's questions, and quickly reached out and pulled him to persuade him: "he Feihe, I'm ok, you don't do this."

He Feihe didn't listen to her at all, and beat and kick the little gangster fiercely.

"Enough!" Lin Xiahua looked worried, suddenly a angry.

This body let he Feihe's reason a little sober for a while, the clear and moist eyes looked at Lin Xiahua standing on one side.

His expression is a bit dejected dark, gentle face, deep to her, low voice murmured: "summer flower, are you ok?"

That appearance is full of concern, in the eyes some remorse loss.

Lin Xiahua looked at his heart slightly sour, pursed his lips, looked at him pulled the corner of his lips: "I'm ok, I'm ok."

Then she reached for him, looked at him and said, "let's go."

Lin Xiahua doesn't want him, because his things are too persistent, just looking at the worry and loss in his eyes, the bottom of his heart is still very moved.

Without him, I don't know what I have become.

He Feihe stands up, suddenly reaches out his hand and hugs her tightly into his arms. His deep and magnetic voice murmurs in her ear: "summer flower, you're OK."

His breath clean and pure, low voice warm, inexplicable let Lin Xiahua heart palpitation.

Slightly absent-minded, she put out her hand and hugged him, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and was about to say something to comfort him, but suddenly she saw the little thug who was knocked down by Yuanbei picked up the stick and stood up again.

There is a moment's blank in my mind. Lin Xiahua looks at the man in a daze and subconsciously wants to push he Feihe away. But at the critical moment, the little gangster's iron bar has suddenly hit him, thinking that the deviation in a moment falls on he Feihe's shoulder.

Suddenly, a dull pain came from his shoulder. He Feihe's eyes were cold. He turned around. The little gangster still wanted to raise his hand and continue to swing her hard. He Feihe had already rushed up quickly. He took the little gangster's wrist and took the stick off his hand.

Then, he kicked the little gangster to the ground, with a stick in his hand, and swung at him.

The little gangster fell to the ground and rolled around with his head in his arms. There was a sharp scream.

When Jiao Weiwei came over, she saw a man beating the little gangster hard. The little gangster was covered with blood and screamed, while Lin Xiahua stood on the side shivering and his clothes were not neat.

Finally, a few people were taken to the police station and told the truth. Although the person was beaten beyond recognition and suffered many fractures, the incident itself was ignored by the little gangster, so the little gangster was detained and several of them went out of the police station.

A few people go out, Lin Xiahua follows he Feihe silently, looking at him anxiously: "is there anything wrong with the injury behind you?"

Just saw that little gangster that a stick hit down heavy sound, or quite ruthless, Lin Xiahua worried that he would have any problems?

He Feihe hears speech, the footstep slightly pauses for a while, the side head eyebrow eyes gentle looking at her to smile: "I have no matter, that one stick can't rise to me."

Looking at the little woman worried, his heart was still warm.

As early as I know, let the little gangster beat himself a few times. I don't know if Lin Xiahua's heart will follow him steadily.

Jiao Weiwei looked at their unusual appearance, picked eyebrow clear smile, light cough a way: "well, since it's OK, then I'll go back first."

"Oh." Lin Xiahua takes a look at her and wants to pull her to say something, but Jiao Weiwei runs fast, gets on her car and leaves.

Looking at the car speeding away, Lin Xiahua pursed her lips. At the bottom of her heart, Jiao Weiwei would not regard he Feihe as her own.

He Feihe watched Jiao Weiwei leave, turned and looked at her deeply: "it's late, or I'll send you back, where do you live?"

"Oh, No." Lin Xiahua took a look at him, and I gave a conditioned response.

"It doesn't matter. It's not safe for you to go back alone. My car is nearby. I'll take you back." He Feihe said, reached over her wrist and took her across the road.

His palm is warm, different from Xu Yimo's thick, slightly thin, long bone joints, but also very good-looking.

Thinking of what happened just now, Lin Xiahua simply followed him to get on the bus and went back to Watergate park all the way. After getting off the bus, he gave thanks and went back to his apartment.

The next morning, Lin Xiahua sleeps hazily, or receives a text message. She opens her eyes in a daze, and her face suddenly changes.

"Lin Xiahua, the police have investigated the matter of the little gangster last night, which was done by Xu Yimo."

When he Feihe sent this message to himself, Lin Xiahua felt that Xu Yimo had no need to cheat himself, and it was not surprising that Xu Yimo did such a thing.Didn't he want to see himself upset? He thinks that he has blocked everything and even destroyed his love.

Although he never looked at his heart carefully, she was suffering.

After reading the text message, she immediately got up, cleaned herself up, and went to the Xu group with her bag. Xu Yimo is a very self disciplined person. He goes to work on time every day.

Everything is meticulous and there will be no mistakes. Everything is perfect.

When Lin Xiahua arrived at the door, she heard the women's charming laughter coming from inside, and bursts of forehead came out: "with ink, please be light, I'm hurt."

Hand holding the doorknob slightly, Lunar New Year's eyes darkened, efforts to contain the kind of pain in the bottom of my heart, pushed the door.

Her sudden arrival makes the office quiet for a moment. Xu Yimo and Lin Doukou look towards the door one after another, and wait until they see her.

The man's face is more and more gloomy: "Lin Xiahua, this is not the place where you should come."

He didn't like to be disturbed by others. Lin Doukou was the only one who was thirsty.

At the moment, Lin Doukou is sitting on Xu Yimo's leg with a hand around his neck. They look very close, but they are also dazzling.

Lin Xiahua pulled the corner of his lips, taunted, strode over, sat down opposite the two people and looked at them coldly: "as a young lady of Xu group, how can I not be qualified to come here?"

She took a look at Lin Doukou.

As soon as Lin Doukou's face turned white, she suddenly felt very wronged in Xu Yimo's arms and murmured, "Yimo, look at my sister. She ran on me again and looked down upon me."

Xu Yimo hugs Lin Doukou, and his hand is tight. He looks at Lin Xiahua coldly, and his voice is frightful: "Lin Xiahua, do you really take yourself as my wife?"

Expected irony, Lin Xiahua faint smile, perhaps all want to look at him: "this seat is you personally awarded to me, do not do white do not do?"

This sentence makes Xu Yimo's face more dark, and his eyes look at her faintly. His cruel and critical face seems to tear her to pieces.

Lin Xiahua bravely met his bloodthirsty cold black eyes and said faintly: "however, I also give young master Xu a chance to allow you and me to remove this relationship."

Then she took out a divorce agreement from her bag and put it on the coffee table in front of her.