Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 225 Seems to be an old friend

Pei Ziheng took a few steps forward, Xia Ling stepped back vigilantly.

His deep voice: "tell me, how do you know?"

Her mind was blank, and she blurted out in a hurry: "It's Li Lei who said it." Anyway, Big Boss Li was celebrating the Spring Festival on an overseas island, so she didn't believe that Pei Ziheng would really ask him.

"Li Lei?" Pei Ziheng's eyes dimmed, "He checked me?"

Xia Ling remembered that Li Lei vaguely mentioned that he was investigating Pei Ziheng before, and warned her that Pei Ziheng was too dangerous and told her to stay away carefully.Xia Ling didn't know how far Li Lei's investigation had reached, but no matter what, let's get over the difficulties in front of us first.

"You are his competitor, an enemy in the mall, it's normal for him to check you." She tried to keep calm.

"Really." Pei Ziheng's voice was very light, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "It's not for you?"

Xia Ling was slightly startled, then turned her head to the side: "We broke up." Under the dark street lamps and fine snow, her expression was pale and dejected, a thin woolen coat fluttered in the night wind, and there was a smooth wind and snow. pour it down her neck.

Pei Ziheng frowned imperceptibly.

"Why did you come out with so little on?" He took off the long scarf he was wearing, stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around her neck.When he got close, he saw a blue-purple strangle mark on her neck and spotted hickey marks, which were shocking on her fair skin. "Who did it?" His voice suddenly became deep. For some reason, the moment he saw these traces, his heart throbbed violently, and his nameless anger ignited, wishing to tear the person who hurt her to pieces.

Xia Ling subconsciously covered those unbearable marks with her hands.

He grabbed her wrist, ignoring her resistance, and tore her hand off.Those hideous and terrifying traces were exposed to his sight again.His eyes were cold: "Li Lei?" Could it be that Li Lei kissed her, quarreled with her, stretched out his hand to pinch her to torture her, and finally drove her out of the house?

He imagined the scene at that time in his mind, and Wuming became even more angry.

Xia Ling bit her lip and said nothing, does it matter who did it?Anyway, she has nothing to do with the Li family anymore.

Her wrist was held by him, the familiar touch and warm temperature.She wanted to throw it away, but for some reason she couldn't exert any strength, so she saw Pei Ziheng slowly wrapping the long scarf around her with the other hand, wrapping it around and around to cover up those marks.

"Go to my place, I'll help you deal with it." His voice was warm and mellow.

She shook her head, not wanting to involve her too much.

The grasped wrist tightened.

Regardless of her resistance, Pei Ziheng pulled her out of the stage. On the deserted street, a black Rolls Royce parked silently, covered with plain white snowflakes.

He pulled Xia Ling into the car and told the driver to drive.

Anxiety and fear arose in Xia Ling's heart: "What do you want to do?!"

He glanced at her.

Xia Ling started to open the car door: "Let me go!" The memories of being imprisoned by him came back, making her terrified.It's been a lifetime, and she knows he won't recognize her, but she just can't help being afraid.

Her panicked appearance made his heart ache.

Thinking of Xiao Ling's face that she showed countless times during the year she was imprisoned before she died, she was terrified and helpless, she had suffered too much harm and torture but she didn't know how to get rid of it.If there was regret medicine in the world, he would not treat her like that, at least in the last year of his life, let her be happy, and let her not always cry secretly behind his back.

Pei Ziheng's thoughts drifted away. At that time, Xiao Ling didn't dare to cry in front of him.

People with Stockholm Syndrome will only be grateful to the abuser, and will not be afraid and cry.Whenever she showed a little bit of pain, he would think that it was not well-trained enough, and tortured her even harder. As time passed, he even deprived her of the right to cry.On the bed, she didn't dare to cry out the pain, and she didn't dare to cry within his sight.

The villa where she was imprisoned was equipped with many surveillance cameras, 360 degrees without dead ends, and 24 hours a day for surveillance.

Once, he was a little puzzled, why Xiaoling took so long to take a bath every time?It wasn't until she fell from the stage that she died, and he could only rely on those surveillance videos to live in his memory, only to realize that every time she took a bath, she would bury her face in the water for a long time, and her thin shoulders twitched slightly .

Every time she leaves the bathroom, she takes care of the red marks under her eyes.

Pei Ziheng hated himself, to what extent did he push her to make her so trembling even when mourning?

If he was given another chance, if she could survive...

Xiao Ling, his little Ling, deserves all the best tender care.

He looked at the girl who looked like Xia Ling in front of him, and softened his voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I promise. I just want to take care of you."

These words reached Xia Ling's ears, and her panicked movements gradually calmed down.She turned her head and looked at the man in front of her. He said, he just wanted to... take care of her?Thinking of the first meeting many years ago in her previous life, the little Xia Ling timidly raised her head and asked the tall man beside her: "Brother Pei, why did you adopt me?"

How did he answer at that time?
Same as today, low mellow voice, I just want to take care of you.

Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

"You lied." She suppressed the crying in her voice.

"I'm not going to lie to you." He said softly, "You wear so little clothes and your neck is injured. Standing in the wind and snow like you just now will definitely catch a cold. Go back with me, and I will ask the family doctor to treat you After the injury, let the nanny make something for you to eat. If it's Chinese New Year, just treat it as a face for me?"

I haven't seen him speak in such a low voice for a long time.

Just like many years ago, every time she lost her temper, he coaxed her patiently.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired today, maybe it's because people tend to miss the past when they are weak, she nodded in a strange way.

Pei Ziheng smiled softly.

Xia Ling stopped clamoring to get out of the car, and for a while, the car fell silent.

The two of them didn't know each other well at first - at least in this life, "Ye Xingling" was very unfamiliar with Pei Ziheng.After calming down, she didn't know what to say. The air conditioner in the Rolls-Royce was as warm as spring. The comfortable shape and the soft leather seat under her body made Xia Ling more and more relaxed. Eyes fell asleep.

The first good dream in days.

I dreamed that when I was in the orphanage many years ago, the brilliant sunshine in the afternoon and the irises blooming everywhere, she won a fight with a few older children, turned around and looked up and saw upstairs—behind the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, standing a handsome A majestic man like a god, he stretched out his hand to her, Xiao Ling, come, come home with me...

In her sleep, she tilted her head slightly.

The palm-sized face leaned against the shoulder of the man beside her. The soft woolen coat seemed to be very comfortable. She rubbed it unconsciously, adjusted her posture, and fell into a deeper sleep.

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