Mr Xu Stay in Line to Remarry

The next morning, Lin Xiahua has adjusted himself to the company. When he just walked to the door, he saw a group of people surrounded by the door. These people hold boards high in their hands and shout: "rob husband, cheap woman, Lin Xiahua, come out!"

Lin Xia Hua Leng for a moment, there are some confused measures standing there, she robbed other people's husband? Is that Xu Yimo?

These people are supposed to be Lin Doukou's fans. Looking at the bad guys, she decided to turn around to avoid the limelight and look back to find out what's going on.

But before she had time to turn around, one of the fans suddenly turned around and saw Lin Xiahua standing not far away, and immediately exclaimed excitedly: "Lin Xiahua is there!"

For a moment, a group of people gathered around her and pushed her back. Many people hit her with the racket in their hands and pointed at her and scolded her: "shameless bitch."

They take a mess of things hit their own body, Lin Xiahua looked at the excited crowd, endure pain pestle there, looking at these people helplessly explained: "I did not rob her people, you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstanding?" One of the fans looked up at her coldly and said, "we have seen the news report that Lin Doukou and the young master of the Xu family are childhood sweethearts. They have known each other for a long time. If you didn't insert a knife in the middle, how could this lady's position be yours?"

Lin Xiahua looked at the fan, his eyes trembled: "what did you say?"

How can this kind of thing be known by outsiders? She thought that Xu Yimo would take care of himself and not turn over the old accounts, but she did not expect that in order to protect Lin Doukou, he could even make use of himself.

Who can release such news except him?

Self mocking smile, she suddenly feel cold, there is a severe pain in the bottom of the heart, tearing heart and lungs spread, infiltrating deep disappointment.

"Sisters, bitches are talkative. Let's not listen to her nonsense here, beat her down and see how arrogant she is!" Another fan yelled.

This sentence immediately ignited the enthusiasm of fans, a group of people immediately rushed to Lin Xiahua's body, pushed her to the ground, waved her fist and tore her.

Lin Xiahua fell to the ground, only felt that the dense fist head was like raindrops on her body, and her whole body was like falling apart in general pain, gradually numb.

In the dark, a Rolls Royce slowly drove to the door of the company, and saw a pair of Lin Doukou fans kicking around Lin Xia's HuaQuan, and all kinds of abusive signs scattered on the ground.

Xu Yimo's face suddenly came to the freezing point. He grabbed the door and tried to push the door open to get out of the car to save the woman. Suddenly, another figure came out in the dark. With the security guard, he pushed away the group of people and bent down to help Lin Xiahua up from the ground.

Squinting his deep eyes, he took the hand of the door and saw the man clearly. This man is his cousin, he Feihe.

In such a time, desperate to rush past, as well as the affectionate eyes, enough to prove his mind.

Instead of pushing the door open, Xu Yimo sits quietly on the car and holds the door down. He Feihe carefully supports Lin Xiahua and stands up in the crowd.

There are some fans who are unwilling to shout at he Feihe: "which onion are you! How dare you speak for this cheap woman here? Isn't it the little white face she seduces

With that, the fan looked at he Feihe thoughtfully. This man doesn't have Xu Yimo's noble and cool temperament, but he still has a gentle feeling of spring breeze.

By this female fan, other fans who had been dismissed also stopped and looked at them.

This man is so handsome that he still appears for the first time to defend a married junior. It's really amazing.

He Feihe holds Lin Xiahua. His warm and narrow black eyes lightly pass the crowd. He explains: "Lin Xiahua is my cousin. It's natural for me to protect her."

Those people looked at some hesitation, did not expect that this man actually and Lin Xiahua is this layer of relationship.

"However, even if Lin Xiahua is not my cousin, when I pass by here and see you people making trouble, I will not sit back and ignore you." He Feihe said, a cold glance at the crowd: "I just called the police, they soon came back to assist in the investigation."

Hearing he Feihe call the police, the faces of these fans suddenly change. They are all making a fuss here to express their dissatisfaction. If they really go to the police station because of this, it's not cost-effective.

Within a moment, these fans were scared away, and there were only two of them left on the square at the gate of the company.

He Feihe looked at the fans who were scared away. He raised an imperceptible smile on his lips and held Lin Xiahua in his hand: "let's go. It's all right."

Lin Xiahua nodded and noticed that he put his hand behind his waist. His eyes flashed for a moment, and he avoided without any trace. Looking at him, he said faintly: "I'm ok. It's all skin and flesh injuries."She said, subconsciously lowered his head, with the hair covering his face injury.

He Feihe looked at her small face. He didn't know when she was torn an inch long hole on her forehead. Her lips were blue and swollen.

It seems that she was beaten hard. He Feihe looked at her and sighed helplessly: "I knew you were hurt so badly, I would never let those people go."

It's too much to beat people like this!

Lin Xiahua looked at him angry for himself, his heart did not feel a warm, looked at him pulled the corner of his lips, smile: "in fact, there is nothing, fortunately you help me..."

"My wife, no matter how seriously injured, it's not your turn to care."

Suddenly, behind him came a low cold rage, Lin Xiahua was shocked, subconsciously turned around, and saw Xu Yimo walking in slowly from the door of the company.

His upright figure with an invisible cold pressure, and that pair of unfathomable black eyes is a kind of deep cold.

Eyelid a jump, Lin Xiahua subconsciously opened the line of sight, impatient looking at other places.

Xu Yi's vision of Mo Yin's measurement passed her, suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled her from he Feihe's side to his side, stretched out his hand and swept her waist, and looked at he Feihe aggressively: "but I still thank you for protecting my wife."

"She's my sister-in-law, too. It's all right." He Feihe's long, narrow and indifferent eyes lightly swept Xu Yimo, and his face pulled his lips.

Looking at the light clouds and breeze, but one is as warm as jade, and the other is as cold as frost. There is a strange spark in the air, as if it can burn into a big fire at any time.