After hearing about Aunt Xia, Zhuli's face seemed to have lost all the color, and her eyes instantly became extremely frightened.
Xia Yuzhen was the person she had been afraid of all her life. Just hearing her name made her tremble for a while.
"Don't you have a job? Why...are you still asking me for money?" Her breathing was rapid and her voice was trembling.
Seeing that he was bored, Guan Zheng withdrew his hand for the second time and sneered.
"You're so lucky."
When Zhuli heard this answer, her eyes were as cold as ice, and the anger accumulated in her heart suddenly burned.
"You also went to gamble?" Her voice suddenly raised, her tone full of accusation.
Guan Zheng became angry when he saw that Zhuli still wanted to take care of him even if he didn't give him money.
Before the cigarette butt in his right hand was burned out, he pulled open Zhuli's collar and pressed it down hard.
The fair skin was instantly burned red, and soon a yellow blister appeared on the wound, which looked shocking.
"Bitch, you have no right to control me, I'm giving you a warning."
In the dark alley, Zhuli couldn't see her wounds clearly, and only felt a tingling sensation coming from her collarbone.
"I'll come get the money in three days."
He patted the dust on his clothes, gave her a disgusted look, and left without looking back.
Zhuli panicked and tightened her collar. Suddenly she smiled, wondering what her eyes looked like before.
Qingfeng Garden.
"Jing, Mr. Jing?" As soon as Zhuli closed the door and turned around, he saw Jing Huaizhi's cold eyes.
She yelled guiltily, her hands hanging on both sides of her trousers clenched into fists.
I just hope that the wound on the collarbone will not be discovered.
"Don't go out at night anymore."
"Or I..." He choked back my words.
"Find someone to accompany you." Jing Huaizhi glanced at her and said calmly.
Zhuli guessed that he must not have caught her when she met her ex-boyfriend, otherwise he would not be able to explain it with ten mouths.
"Okay, I will follow your teachings." There were a little tears in her dark pupils.
She sniffed subconsciously, and then explained: "It's a bit cold, I'm going to put on some clothes."
She would never cry in front of others even if she suffered great grievances, but today she almost made an exception because of a caring word.
"I will follow your teachings?" Jing Huaizhi repeated this sentence with a hint of wonder in his eyes.
Why does this sentence sound so strange.
The phone in his pocket vibrated several times, and he took it out to check.
Jiang Xiaowan: I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, but I have to leave early at the moment.
Jiang Xiaowan: Mr. Jing, I have to say that the scenery of the Jing family villa has a unique charm.
It was accompanied by a picture of Zhuli being blocked in a corner.
The shooting angle was also very clever, and the two people were photographed as a couple in love.
Jiang Xiaowan saw Zhuli going out in the bathroom on the second floor, and wanted to follow her to see if there was any unexpected gain, but she didn't expect that she missed it.
Jing Huaizhi deleted the message, turned off the screen, and walked towards the east room on the second floor.
"I don't know if there will be scars." Zhuli looked at his wounds in the bathroom mirror and sighed.
Dong Dong Dong - there was a knock on the door.
She immediately arranged her clothes and put her hair hanging on the back of her head to her chest. She felt it was almost done before going to open the door.
Zhuli looked a little pale after seeing the person standing outside the door, maybe because he was scared.
"Boss, do you have anything else?" She pretended to be calm on her face, but she was already trembling in her heart.
Could it be that he was still discovered?
Jing Huaizhi didn't answer, and walked into her bedroom with a scrutinizing look.
Seeing him enter his bedroom, Zhuli took a deep breath and closed the bedroom door.
The visitor remained silent and sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed.
"Boss?" Zhuli asked.
"Miss Zhu, what should I do if I violate the contract?" Jing Huaizhi crossed his arms, spoke in a casual tone, and looked at her with raised lips.
Zhuli was immediately confused by his question: I didn't seem to have done anything that violated the contract, right?
She scratched her ears and cheeks, a smile appearing on her soft white cheeks.
"Follow the contract."
"Okay, I'll deduct the balance." The man sitting on the sofa dusted his clothes lightly.
Zhuli was stunned and raised his eyebrows slightly: "No, boss, we have something to discuss."
She bent down and smiled at him, hoping that he would take back his words.
When Jing Huaizhi saw that she was still smiling playfully, the anger in his heart couldn't help but burst out.
Suddenly he stood up, strangled her neck and pushed her to the corner, his eyes stern.
"Discuss? What are you discussing? Are you discussing rekindling an old relationship with someone else in the name of Mrs. Jing?"
"Or are you going to spend my money to keep your shady boyfriend?" Jing Huaizhi looked at her quietly, with his deep eyes beneath his handsome features.
As soon as he saw her and her boyfriend together, the scene of that night automatically appeared in Jing Huaizhi's mind.
She called him the same way that night, but she recognized the wrong person.
Jing Huaizhi's fair and slender hand joints slowly raised, and then slowly moved downward.
"Hiss." Zhuli cried out in pain when the wound was touched.
Jing Huaizhi was caught off guard by her reaction. He obviously didn't exert any force at all, how could it hurt.
"What's wrong?" He withdrew his hand, his displeasure gradually disappearing.
Before the wound could be treated in time and coupled with Jing Huaizhi's secondary injury, Zhuli subconsciously squatted down and shouted: "It hurts."
Her long eyelashes were covered with tears, and her head was buried in her knees.
Jing Huaizhi lost his temper, knelt down on one knee and gently touched her head.
"Where does it hurt?" His voice was a little hoarse.
Zhuli didn't answer but kept repeating: "It hurts."
He had no choice but to hold her in his arms and walk towards the sofa.
"Where does it hurt?" Putting down the bamboo pear, Jing Huaizhi still knelt on one knee and gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with his thumb.
Zhuli protected her collar with both hands, her lips seemed to be stuck with glue and she couldn't say a word.
Jing Huaizhi raised his hand, first pulled away the palm that was protecting her neck, and then pushed aside her collar.
The blisters had burst due to squeezing, and pus began to flow from the wound. The area of the wound was not large, but just looking at it made one's scalp numb.
"He did it?" Jing Huaizhi suppressed the anger in his heart, with a cold light in his eyes.
"I told him to break up, he, he cheated..." Zhuli twitched as if she was talking.
"Yeah." Jing Huaizhi stared at her expressionlessly, hoping that she could pour out all her grievances.
"I didn't get into trouble with him, I didn't violate the contract, I didn't... I didn't..." Jing Huaizhi could clearly see her trembling body under the dim yellow light in the bedroom.
He didn't know what she had gone through to be so scared, so he had no choice but to be a listener.
At the end of the sentence, Zhuli could hardly make any sound from her throat.
