Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

Han Ziye hugged her and sat on a chair beside her. He didn't shy away from looking at those staff members, asking them for medicine, and treating her wounds himself.

"The feet are worn out." He took off her high heels, frowned slightly, and looked up at her dissatisfied, "Who told you to wear high heels?"

Jingshabuckthorn wanted to pull her foot out of his hand, but his Yunre palm held her ankle tightly.

"I will do it myself……"

He didn't let go, but his eyes became colder.

"...I'll do it myself, I can't always rely on you..."

"Why not?" Han Ziye cut off her voice before she finished speaking, and when he looked at her again, the anger in his eyes almost burned her to ashes.

She didn't speak, but just looked at her with tears in her eyes, with a trace of trance in her eyes that made him uneasy.

A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, Han Ziye suddenly pinched her chin, and directly kissed her mouth domineeringly and unquestionably...

There were still people passing by around, but he kissed her so unabashedly, with unquestionable domineering.

From the initial resistance, dodging, to having nowhere to escape, the grievance in my heart, because of this kiss, turned into tears, quietly dripping from the bottom of my eyes...

Salty tears slipped into his mouth, and he froze for a moment before letting go of her and glancing at her.

"Midnight...we...let's just forget it!" She choked up and said to him, "I have to get used to not having you!...I have to get used to..."

The chin was firmly pinched between his fingers, her eyes were dim, and her waist was suddenly pulled in front of him, her eyes were filled with coldness.

"I won't let you develop such a bad habit!" He told her in a deep voice!

Saying that, Han Ziye clasped the back of her head with one hand, and slowly climbed up to her chest with the other...

A pair of bright and pitch-black big eyes suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

Jingshaji was startled suddenly, and then saw Nian Gao's innocent little face staring at them.

"Nian Gao!" Perhaps because of guilty conscience, Jing Seabuckthorn pushed Han Ziye away, pulled the rice cake over, and looked at it several times, "Are you injured? Did they hit you?"

"I'm fine, rustling." Nian Gao told her with her head raised, and then stared at Han Ziye with a vigilant look in her eyes, "But who is he?"

"..."

Jingshaji silently glanced at Han Ziye, and explained in a low voice: "...a friend..."

Sure enough, the term "friend" aroused Han Ziye's considerable dissatisfaction.As if vaguely feeling the two scorching gazes from beside him, Jingshaji suddenly grasped Nian Gao's shoulders, forcing himself to focus all his attention on Nian Gao——

"Where did you put your hands!" A cold voice suddenly sounded from the side, and before Jing Haiji could react, she saw Nian Gao's little white arm being pulled from her face by Han Ziye in a very rude manner.

"Let go! Let me go! Who are you! You are also here to bully Shasha, aren't you! Let me tell you, Shasha is—"

Jingshaji shook his hands in panic, but Xiao Nian Gao had already said "my woman". Immediately afterwards, Xiao Nian Gao saw that the face of the man in front of him seemed to be frozen...

In the dark, a single-lens reflex camera is pointing the lens at Han Ziye and Jing Haiji sitting on this side, secretly recording all their ambiguity and intimacy in the camera.