Chapter 22 She Will only Suffer More!

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Misfortunes never come singly.

Xueluo hugged her body tightly with both arms to reduce the coldness and hunger, and walked aimlessly on the stormy street, but she didn't know that there were two little bastards in the shape of killing Matt following behind her.

"Beauty, where are you alone? Let's go home with brother to relieve fatigue." Sha Matt with purple hair took a step forward and patted Xueluo on the shoulder, his words were very frivolous and ruffian.

Xueluo was startled, restrained her sadness just now and reprimanded, "What do you want to do? Stay away from me."

A black Ferrari was hiding behind the flower garden in the side road, Feng Xinglang's eyes turned playful, he really wanted to see what happened to this idiot woman after she ran out without thinking in the middle of the night what will she do.

Xueluo didn't want to say anything more to this little rascal, so he rushed towards the bright asphalt road with vehicles passing by.

But she didn't expect that there was a Shamat in front of her, so she directly blocked her way, "Why are you running, you can only run after serving our brothers! Come on girl, we will pay you .”

"Scumbag!" Xueluo sternly reprimanded, and then yelled at the top of her voice, "Someone come, help! Catch the hooligans!"

The two killers seemed to have never expected that Lin Xueluo, who seemed thin, could have such a high-pitched voice, and was still yelling with all his might, which made them panic, and one of them reflexively He pulled out a utility knife from his body and shook it a few times in front of Xueluo, "Smelly woman, dare you ask me to cut your throat!"

Seeing the man take out the utility knife, Xueluo also panicked, she would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid, but Xueluo was trembling while forcing herself to calm down. That person took the opportunity to fly towards Xueluo...

It was too late to say it, but then it was too fast, a strong body rushed towards the two punks like a whirlwind. Aiming at the Shamate with the knife was a hard right uppercut. The purple-haired Shamate immediately fell down following Feng Xinglang's right uppercut.

When Xueluo saw clearly that the 'good-hearted person' who helped her was actually Feng Xinglang, she became even more gloomy. It seemed that Feng Xinglang hated and hated her more than these two punks.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xueluo took off the leather shoes on her feet, and slapped the other thug who was trying to hug her; the heel of the high heel hit the thug on the head, and he instinctively let go hand.

Without even looking at Feng Xinglang, Xueluo put on her shoes and hurriedly rushed up the asphalt road, hailed a taxi and left the scene quickly.

Was that man passing by, or did he chase after her on purpose to see her embarrass herself? Anyway, that man will never be kind!

The black Ferrari followed the taxi in front all the time. After seeing Xueluo arriving at Xia's house safely, Feng Xinglang stepped on the accelerator and left. The appearance of a woman who just took off her high heels and beat up a little gangster, she's not a woman.

On the way back to Feng's house, an inexplicable sense of emptiness flashed across Feng Xinglang's heart. An indescribable strange feeling!

Xia family.

Xia Zhengyang, the head of the family, just came back from a business trip. Wen Meijuan was questioning him why he came home two hours late. What have you been doing these two hours. Because Wen Meijuan found out that tonight's flight was not delayed.

"Uncle, aunt. I'm back." Xueluo's voice was hoarse.

"Xueluo? Why are you back? Why are you still crying?" Xia Zhengyang didn't care to explain to his wife, so he asked Xueluo.

"I'm fine. I'm homesick, so I'm back. Uncle, aunt, I'm going upstairs to rest. Good night."

Xueluo didn't say anything about what happened to her in the Feng family. Because uncle Xia Zhengyang and aunt Wen Meijuan are not the ones to talk about at all. If they could listen to her story, Xueluo wouldn't be forced to marry into Feng's family.

Can uncle Xia Zhengyang's family be considered his own? For the concept of home, Xueluo seemed a little vague.

"What happened to Xueluo?" Xia Zhengyang asked distressedly. After all, Xueluo is his sister's daughter, Xia Zhengyang's niece.

"I guess I'm still thinking about the gift money from the Feng family." Wen Meijuan didn't welcome Lin Xueluo's return home this time.

"I think she couldn't bear Feng Lixin's torture, so she escaped back." Xia Yishu, who had studied her homework well, said in a gloomy manner.

Hearing what his little daughter said, Xia Zhengyang was taken aback, thinking: Could this Feng Lixin's human nature be distorted because of his disfigurement?

"Okay, no matter what happens, as long as Xueluo wants to live in Xia's house, we have to welcome her. No one is allowed to throw face at her! Do you hear that? Especially you, Wen Meijuan!" Xia Zhengyang said solemnly.

Wen Meijuan glanced upstairs, but said nothing.

In the attic on the third floor. Xueluo locked herself in the room and cried bitterly.

Forced to marry the disfigured and disabled Feng Lixin, Xueluo had no choice. She thought that as long as she took good care of Feng Lixin with all her heart, she would be considered fulfilling her duty as a wife.

But she really didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would humiliate her over and over again. But this time it was even more extreme, actually sticking his finger into a place that was difficult for a woman to tell. Xueluo tightly clung to her legs, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her place was extremely strange.

So, she rushed into the bathroom and washed herself back and forth three times.

But it seemed that he could still smell the man's slightly minty cool breath in his nose, which couldn't be washed off no matter what. It's like it's burnt on her.

Xia Zhengyang knocked on the door and came in, bringing Xueluo's favorite date cake and aloe vera yogurt.

"Xueluo, haven't you had dinner yet?" Xia Zhengyang asked lovingly, "Uncle is so clumsy, when he was heating the date paste cake, he almost put the yogurt in the microwave to heat it."

"Uncle..." Xueluo whimpered, and threw herself into Xia Zhengyang's arms, choking with sobs. Xueluo didn't know whether her parents had passed away or disappeared. During the past twenty-two years, her uncle Xia Zhengyang was her only relative.

"I'm sorry, it was uncle who wronged you to relieve his urgent need." Xia Zhengyang patted Xueluo's back, self-criticizing.

"Feng Lixin's appearance... Does it scare you? Did he bully you?" Xia Zhengyang asked softly.

Xueluo shook his head, "No. Lixin treats me very well."

Seeing that Xueluo didn't want to say anything more, Xia Zhengyang didn't ask too much, "Xueluo, you can live at your uncle's house with peace of mind. This is also your home, so come back if you're unhappy. You can stay as long as you want."

Seal the house.

It was only the next afternoon that Feng Lixin knew that Xueluo had been run away by Feng Xinglang.

"Feng Xinglang! You've gone too far! Hurry up and get Xueluo back! If you can't get it back, don't come back either!"

Feng Lixin was really furious. Although Xueluo had only been married to Feng's family for four days, he had a very good impression of Xueluo: graceful and graceful, tenacious and ingenious. She is a rare good girl. Only by entrusting his younger brother Feng Xinglang to such a good girl, can Feng Lixin leave with peace of mind. Even if you die, you can rest in peace.

"Brother, calm down first. She is the one who wants to leave. Maybe she thinks marrying me is very sad. Why do you force her to come back? She will only suffer more!" Feng Xinglang said coldly.