Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

"Sister?" Qianxia looked at her incredulously, and her eyes turned red in an instant. "Do you know what the consequences are? Why, why are you so kind to me... "

"Fool, I'm your sister. I should be so kind to you." Tang Zixuan couldn't help crying and gently held her hand.

"Shit, who is Tang qianxia? Brother, why don't you take them back. " A rogue's impatient proposal, and several others nodded in agreement.

Qianxia Shuer closed her lips, looked at Tang Zixuan who couldn't walk, and looked at these fierce men. She fiercely stood up and shouted, "I'm Tang qianxia."

"Big brother, that's the woman!" A hooligan suddenly raised his knife at qianxia.

Qianxia provoked with a smile, "if you want to catch me, you can run faster." With that, she hurried to the path behind her, regardless of a word with Tang Zixuan.

"Shit, don't let her run away, chase!" The hooligan shouted, and several people immediately chased after him.

"Thousands of..."

Tang Zixuan was lying on the ground in panic and couldn't stand up. She could only watch qianxia disappear in sight.

Qianxia didn't know where she was going, but kept running forward and ran farther and farther. Seeing several hooligans chasing after her, she realized that Tang Zixuan was not in danger. Just when she was distracted, she suddenly stepped on something, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Ah..." the thin white arm wiped the rough ground and immediately drew a terrible blood trace.

Qianxia clenched her teeth tightly. When she just wanted to get up, her back was suddenly pressed. She was surprised and struggled desperately. Just then, someone covered her mouth with a towel. A pungent smell came. Then she fainted as soon as her eyes were dark.

"Take it away!" A hooligan immediately picked up qianxia's body and ran to a place.

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When night falls, darkness is like a ruler. Just turn your hands and cover all the light.

In the dimly lit underground wine warehouse, the slender man leaned lazily against the billiard table, a pair of long legs overlapped gracefully, a cigar was burning in his hand, and the misty smoke blurred his face.

The air was so quiet that I could almost hear his heartbeat.

The picture in front of me seemed to be replaying all the time. Over and over again, it was the figure of the woman who stubbornly left after being beaten.