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  Bentley drove all the way into the hotel parking lot. Fu Zhiyan parked the car, helped her unfasten her seat belt, and walked up without a word, pulling her wrist.

  Han Xiaoye was originally rippling to death, but seeing his stance that the mountains and rains were about to come, he slapped his little heart back no matter how rippling it was.

   Back in the hotel suite, Fu Zhiyan took out the medicine box from the drawer. He skillfully opened the disinfectant alcohol, pursed his thin lips, and his stinky face was freezing.

   "Come here and sit by the bed."

  Han Xiaoye pouted, sat obediently beside the bed, and warned a little worriedly, "Little uncle, take it easy."

  I didn't feel it during the fight, but now I feel the burning pain on my face and neck, especially the place where Ji Shuya's nails scratched, it feels like the flesh is split open. Damn, shouldn't it be disfigured?

  Han Xiaoye hurriedly took out the mirror from his bag, and was immediately dumbfounded - is that gaudy face in the mirror hers? !

   The red scar on the left side of the face near the neck is broken, and it is extremely red and swollen. I don’t know if it will leave a scar. If there are scars...

  Han Xiaoye was choked up immediately, touched the wound on his left cheek, ripped his mouth, and asked cautiously, "Little uncle, what do you think of Lin Chong from the Water Margin?"

   In front of Ji Shuya, of course he wanted to protect her, but in fact, Fu Zhiyan was so angry that he wanted to beat her hard.

   It’s okay to fight and make yourself look like this, but I’m too embarrassed to talk to him! He was so angry that he wanted to shoot her. But seeing her scarred face, she couldn't help feeling distressed, Fu Zhiyan turned black, poured alcohol on the cotton swab, "Not much."

  Han Xiaoye was anxious, "Don't you guys like him a lot? What a great hero, handsome and stylish. The point is that MAN is explosive, and..."

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed the cotton swab that had been soaked in the wound on her wound, and the person who was talking suddenly grinned in pain. He was cold and expressionless, but the movement of his hands was light, "Talk about the point."

Han Xiaoye didn't care about the pain on his face, and his uneasy eyes glanced from side to side, but he didn't dare to look at him, his momentum suddenly weakened, "If, I mean, if I become the female version of Lin Chong, will you empathize and leave love? what?"

  Lin Chong had a mark on her face because of her torture. If she was disfigured and scarred, wouldn't she be the female version of Lin Chong?

Without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to answer, she asked herself, "Of course not, my uncle is not that kind of superficial man. You must have fallen in love with my connotation and been with me. How can you be like other men? , you know how to look at your chest and your face."

   "...Your connotation is fighting?"

   This is ironic.

Han Xiaoye closed her mouth all of a sudden, and a few seconds later, she retorted reluctantly, "At least my **** are genuine, and they won't explode when you squeeze them! If there are scars, it's a big deal. You did it at night. It's time to turn off the light, so you can't see it?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, his neck tingled.

   It turned out that the man with a sullen face poured alcohol directly on the wound on her neck, Han Xiaoye's face was wrinkled into a bun, and he wanted to jump up like a monkey. However, her thoughts had already been anticipated, and her left hand was clasped on her waist, stunned, and she was pressed onto the bed.

  Fu Zhiyan is condescending, and from below, his face looks better. He hadn't seen each other for several days, Han Xiaoye stared at him almost greedily.

  The thump of the heartbeat...

  Damn, don't jump!

   But the heart beat faster and faster.

  I like it, especially.

   Even if he kicked her to Qin Fang and threw her to C University, he would beat her to death without saying he loved her. She just likes it to death, and everything she likes can be ignored.

   Sometimes she also thinks, why can one person like another person so much?

   Later, I thought, this is probably what the old people often say, one radish and one pit. Fu Zhiyan is the pit, she is the radish planted in the pit by that fool. It's just that this pit is bigger than the other pits, and you can't climb out if you fall into it.

   "Xiaoye." His kissable lips moved, Han Xiaoye swallowed shamefully, and his nervous heartbeat thumped.

"Um?"

   I heard that looking down from a condescending perspective can magnify many of the shortcomings of the people below.

Han Xiaoye involuntarily raised his chest and tucked his abdomen, and by the way, he quietly tucked his chin in... She is ugly enough now, and there are injuries on her face. If you let him see a double chin again, it's too cruel. !

   "From today onwards, no chili, no fish, shrimp, seafood, no soy sauce and vinegar, no onion and ginger. When will the wound on your face be completely healed, and when will the ban be lifted!"

   Still had beautiful lips that made people want to kiss, but Han Xiaoye instantly lost the desire to take a bite. Like the eggplant that Shuang beaten, she stammered, "What if it's not good?"

   "Korea Air Ticket."

"……"Depend on! It's okay not to look at the face, what about the connotation of love? !

   As if he could see through her heart, Fu Zhiyan narrowed his phoenix eyes and became extremely calm, "I think my eyesight is very good. Even at a distance of less than ten centimeters at night, I won't become blind."

   doesn't the translation mean that he's not blind, so it's useless to turn off the lights?

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help but blurted out what was in his heart, "Then what if I accidentally disfigure my face next time?"

   "Then just wait for your **** to bloom."

  'Bangdang', Han Xiaoye heard the sound of heartbreak.

  Fu Zhiyan pulled up the person who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, gave her the medicine again, and used a big Band-Aid to stick her wound.

   Then I packed up the medicine box, got up and put it away.

   Then call the hotel to bring some porridge.

   After doing all this, when he returned to the bedroom, the person on the bed was already asleep.

   His always gloomy face softened and helped her pull the quilt. After standing aside and watching for a while, his eyes fell from the sleeping girl's face to the bag that was lying on the side.

   His thin lips pursed into a straight line, he pondered for a moment, then bent down and opened the bag.

   The small bag is packed with a lot of things in a mess, and at first glance it is Han Xiaoye's character.

   He took out the box she had hidden in the coffee shop and lowered his head.

   Suddenly, with his slender hands, he squeezed the box tightly, turned his head abruptly, and looked at the person who was sleeping on the bed and didn't know it.

  ——The little hooligan is pregnant? !

  She is actually pregnant? !

   The phoenix eyes, which have always been cool and calm, were turbulent because of the shock. It took a long time for it to return to silence, making it impossible to see whether he was happy or unhappy. But only one second, the next second, the monstrous anger swept his chest. Fu Zhiyan's face was ashen with anger—

**** it! She knew she might be pregnant, yet she went to fight Ji Shuya?