A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

An Xiaoyao closed it suddenly, and opened it again. The light in the cell was not very strong, and he didn't feel that uncomfortable. His eyes were not clear, but there were some blurs, and some images were shaking.

He vaguely saw a man wearing a dark blue long coat in front of him, his face was blurred.

He lowered his head to look at Xia Qing, and after a while, his sight slowly became clear.

The clothes on Xia Qing's body were almost rags, and there were whip marks all over her body. There was a bloodstain on her lower back, which was very scary. She was lying on the ground with her long black hair hanging down, covering her face. There are white gauze wrapped around her thighs, and rows of needle holes on her bare arms.

An Xiaoyao felt suffocated in his heart and could hardly breathe.

"Qingqing..." He wanted to brush her hair and look at her face, but he didn't dare, his fingers trembled slightly, she shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be lying here weakly.

You can't lie here forever.

Xia Qing suddenly turned over, her hair parted, revealing her face, An Xiaoyao narrowed her pupils, and looked at the man suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he asked sharply, "How dare you..."

The man is also a person who has gone through a lot of wind and waves, but he was startled by his gaze, and said coldly, "Why are we afraid? Why, without a pretty face, you don't like her anymore?"

On Xia Qing's fair face, the left side was intact, but the right side was scratched with blood, bloody and bloody, ruining her perfect face.

She is a perfectionist, and she is very similar to Lu Zhen in many ways. He remembered that Xia Qing once joked that he looked like this, and he definitely didn't like it because he was blind.Thinking about it now, it hurts like heartbreak.

Such scars, even the most perfect plastic surgery, cannot be repaired.

An Xiaoyao had never hated a person so much. He wished he could cramp and skin him, tearing him apart.

Xia Qing never said how these people hurt her.

The only thing I said is that I can't die.

The wound was still fresh and tender without any scars, and it looked very scary. If the child saw it, he might cry in fright.

"She is a girl, one of the best agents in the United States. She tried her best to get information from me. She devoted ten years of her youth to your country without complaint or regret. She solved countless cases and saved the world. Countless people, this is what you gave back to her?" An Xiaoyao's eyes were a little hot and heavy.

He never thought before that he would complain about an American secret agent.

It was none of his business.

"It's because of your existence that she became like this." The man said, narrowing his eyes coldly, "Tell me, where is your real base, otherwise, I don't mind, give her another knife."

"Don't even think about hurting her again." An Xiaoyao hugged Xia Qing, throwing all his rationality and means to the sky. He finally understood why hatred can deprive a person of his reasoning.

"If you have the guts, shoot us all with one shot." An Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you, even if we die, your death will not be far away."

"Really?" The man elongated his tone, "If you are really tough, I will see how tough you can be."

After he finished speaking, he was about to shoot when suddenly there was an earth-shattering explosion sound in the dungeon, and the whole dungeon was shaking. An Xiaoyao quickly hugged Xia Qing in his arms, and the man put away the gun, hurried out, and asked in a cold voice said, "What's going on?"