Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Ling Xiaorou's whole heart was in her throat, she panicked and took out a knife from her coat pocket, grabbed Su Luobai's shoulder with one hand, and pressed the knife against Su Luobai's neck with the other hand.

"Since no one can survive, let her be buried with me!"

Ling Xiaorou smiled coldly, the sharp knife had already cut through her delicate skin, blood flowed out along the blade.

The people Jiang Chenhao brought over had already surrounded Ling Xiaorou, and some of them dispersed to chase the man in the black coat just now.

"Akun, do you want to do it?"

Jiang Chenhao was standing beside Xing Kun, he tilted his head slightly, slightly raised his thin lips, and asked tentatively in a very soft voice.

Xing Kun immediately waved his hand to signal, don't move lightly, his deep black eyes stared closely at Ling Xiaorou, and slowly narrowed his eyes, his voice commanded, "Put down the knife."

"Xing Kun, do you think I'm a fool?"

Xing Kun watched Ling Xiaorou's hand under Su Luobai's neck tremble uncontrollably.

But she knew that the only thing she could do to save herself now was to drag Su Luobai to die together.

Isn't she the person Xing Kun cares about the most?

If he could die with her, Xing Kun would hate her for the rest of his life. Since there is no love, then use hatred to remember.

The slight desire to survive in her heart gradually rose, and she looked for Xu Yi's figure outside the encirclement, but she didn't see it.

He actually ran away by himself.

Men don't have a good thing.

"Even if I am going to die, I will die with her!"

Ling Xiaorou's voice was sharp, and she roared hysterically. Seeing those people gradually surround her, she was already flustered, her hands trembled, and the blade sank even further.

Xing Kun's eyes were fixed on her every move. When he saw her eyes flashing fiercely, his figure moved, and his long arm stretched out, strangled her wrist, and turned his backhand. As soon as she flipped over, the knife in her hand fell directly to the ground. He pushed hard behind her, and she was pushed back two steps. She couldn't stand still and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

In such an instant, Ling Xiaorou never expected that the situation would be reversed in an instant.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized it. Like a mad dog, she rushed forward, trying to pick up the knife on the ground again.

Xing Kun raised his long legs and kicked her away, with a knife under his feet, with hostility in his cold eyes.

Ling Xiaorou let out a cry of pain, and was kicked a few meters away, her stomach hurting, her whole body curled up, her brows were tightly frowned, and she couldn't get up even if she wanted to stand up.

She just lay on the ground like that, completely exhausted, with cold sweat dripping on her forehead, she bit her lip tightly, and raised her eyes to look at Xing Kun.

His eyes were soaked in cold sweat, as if he couldn't see clearly, he could only vaguely see Xing Kun, standing beside Su Luobai, he asked something softly, and then carefully untied the rope on her hand.

Treating Su Luobai is completely different from treating herself.

Her heart sank little by little, like a submarine floating on the sea but without buoyancy, she knew that she had been sentenced to death in Xing Kun's feelings.

Is there really no room for her to reverse?

In order to like Xing Kun and marry him, she spent a few years of her youth and bet on the future of Ling's company, but in the end.

Got nothing.

Seeing that Jiang Chenhao greeted those behind him, they immediately surrounded him, pinching Ling Xiaorou up from left to right.

Xing Kun held Su Luobai's shoulders, and when he passed by Ling Xiaorou, his eyes were hardened instantly, and he said word by word: "Divorcing you is the most correct decision I made this year, and I never regret it." .”

Ling Xiaorou paused her steps, her pupils constricted, and only his words echoed in her mind, buzzing like a spell.

"How many years of youth have I wasted? How many feelings have I used to love you, and you just don't regret it, obliterate it?"

She was so excited that she almost clutched her chest, her eyes were desolate and hideous.

Xing Kun's expression was flat, he didn't even bother to give her his eyes, he passed her directly, and looked at Jiang Chenhao behind her, "Send it directly to the police station, don't let me see her again."

It seemed that when she was mentioned, Xing Kun's eyes were full of unstoppable disgust and hatred.

Ling Xiaorou sneered, unkempt, let the two men drag her away, her eyes were like dead fish, losing all light.

In Xing Kun's heart, probably, there has never been a place for her.

Whether it was kicked by him just now, or the place where he hurt his heart, it hurts so much.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

But when she thought of the Ling's company that had finally gotten up, Ling's father with gray hair, she didn't want to go to the police station and go to jail, so she struggled desperately to run away.

The two men dragged her left and right, she couldn't move at all, she was dragged away like a rag doll.

"never mind."

Xing Kun didn't even bother to look at Ling Xiaorou, turned around, put his hands on Su Luobai's shoulder armor, lowered his head and said softly, the voice came out, it was hoarse that he didn't even think of.

Looking at it from this angle, her face was terribly swollen, like two fermented steamed buns, still covered with bloodstains.

His heart was hurting, his thin lips were tightly pressed, his jaw was tense, and his whole body became stiff. He raised his hand, carefully trying to touch her cheek, but he didn't dare to touch her cheek just halfway through. , suspended in the air.

His deep and deep black eyes were cold.

"Sorry, I didn't take good care of you."

He lowered his head, his thick long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Su Luobai held his chiseled face, raised her head, and showed him a bright and bright smile. Although her face was still gasping with pain, she couldn't bear Xing Kun to worry about herself.

"Look, I'm fine, it's just a skin injury."

She said it lightly on purpose.

Xing Kun's face was squeezed into a ball by her, her eyes were getting deeper and deeper, and the worry and uneasiness accumulated in her chest all melted into her smile.

His bony fingers held her face lightly and carefully, and leaned over to kiss her.

Pass all his emotions through this way and tell her.

"A"

Su Luobai still wanted to comfort him, but he swallowed them all.

She could feel how gentle, caring, and caring Xing Kun's hand was holding her cheek.

Jiang Chenhao hurriedly moved a few steps aside, leaving room for the two of them.

The man who had been out chasing the man in black came back.

"Boss, he's gone."

The two subordinates lowered their heads guiltily.

They followed the man all the time, but the way the man walked was not very normal, he chose crooked and steep roads, and walked around in the reeds.

They were able to keep up at first, but they disappeared completely behind.

When they saw a dilapidated factory building in front of them, they guessed that someone might be hiding in the factory building, so they went in and looked around, but there was no one except for two quilts.