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Chapter 272 Where else do you think you can go?
Wen Mian didn't know, every time she said a word, the expression on Lu Zhi's face became uglier.

After a long time, he finally raised his hand and hit her on the buttocks.

He did not strike lightly, Wen Mian let out a cry of pain, and the next moment, her eyes turned red: "I am almost an adult, and you still beat me like this, Lu Zhi, you are too bullying."

When Wen Mian said this, she finally lost her voice.

Lu Zhi's lips were pursed into a straight line, and the edges were a little white due to the force.

He spoke hoarsely: "Little cotton, where do you think you can go?"

"Where do you think you could go without my permission?" The last few words were soft and slow, like a spell.

Wen Mian didn't say a word, and Lu Zhi didn't say anything else, and carried her inside.

Wen Mian saw wherever he could see, and the ground gradually switched to the wooden floor in the room.

She was thrown gently on the sofa.

Lu Zhi looked at her condescendingly, with a cold expression: "If I don't come to you, do you still plan to go back?"

"Your father bought me a ticket to go abroad the day after tomorrow," Wen Mian replied honestly: "If I can, I will probably never see you in my whole life."

Lu Zhi was laughed angrily by her, but his complexion was wonderful: "What? Is the only one who is sorry for you in the Lu family? You can keep what my father gave you, and mine is another matter, isn't it?"

The light in Wen Mian's eyes dimmed for a moment, but when she looked up at him, she gritted her teeth and said crisply: "Yes."

In a rare gaffe, Lu Zhi directly pushed her on the sofa.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, with a dark tone: "Little cotton, do you know how to boil an eagle?"

Wen Mian's heart was beating uncomfortably: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" His slender index finger slid across her chin, stopped at the weakest center, and exerted a little force: "I have plenty of time, and I want to see if I can't cure you."

Wen Mian only felt that his throat was being blocked, and even speaking was uncomfortable.Lu Zhi has never been so violent to her in these years.

She wanted to show herself not to be so ashamed and to show weakness in front of him, but her tears seemed to be uncontrollable, and she fell slowly: "Lu Zhi, it's you who are sorry for me, not me, not me who is sorry for you!"

Lu Zhi looked at his little Mianmian, those bright eyes that looked forward to him, in addition to the watery light, there was also a shocking resentment.

His hand trembled almost imperceptibly, and he almost let go of her.

For a while, the two of them were in a stalemate, and neither spoke anymore.
Tang Jiache took Zheng Qingwei to another country, country R which is far away from country F, even if he took a plane, it would take a whole day.

The place where Zheng Weiwei lives is the capital of country R. The night view of this country is very beautiful, with less industrial color and more tranquility.

It was night at this time, Zheng Weiwei stood on the balcony with bare feet, and stood there quietly for a long, long time.

The early spring wind blew on her bare ankles, chilling her bones.

When Tang Jiache came in, he saw such a scene.

He knocked on the door with a calm tone: "Can I come in?"

Zheng turned around slightly and smiled politely: "Please come in."

She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Tang Jiache: "I don't know what you drink, there is only warm water here."

Tang Jiache looked at the blue gray under her eyes, that haggard look was very conspicuous under the light.

(End of this chapter)