President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

The Feng Yin in Chen Xiuzhu's eyes is neither the girl she was when she was a teenager, nor the strong and perfect girl beside Leng Yan, but the strange, sensitive, and fragile girl she is now.

Like a frightened little animal, knowing that its abilities are limited, it does not give up any chance to resist.

Chen Xiuzhu picked her up from the bed, although she didn't touch her injured hand, the heartache still came instantly, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her whole body was shaking.

"I am your fiancé, in your eyes and in your heart, you can only have me! If it is not Leng Yan, you will not be like this!"

Chen Xiuzhu grabbed her by the collar and cornered her.

"Shut up! You are not allowed to speak ill of Leng Yan! Shut up!"

Feng Yin raised his hand suddenly, and slapped Chen Xiuzhu hard.

Chen Xiuzhu turned his cheek to one side, and when he looked at Feng Yin again, his pupils were bloodshot.

"You are mine! Fengyin!"

Chen Xiuzhu even wanted to ask her, after three years, when will he warm up to this heart?
With her palms released, she slowly slid and sat on the ground, her cheeks buried in her knees, without any expression on her face.

Chen Xiuzhu knew that whatever he said or did now, he would just hit the cotton with his fist, and it would be useless.

Seeing her like this, he also hurts, but who can understand his pain?
They were meant to be together!He once made sacrifices to give her happiness and let her live a peaceful life, not to let her be with Leng Yan!
……

Under the parasol on the beach outside the villa, Zhao Ying picked up an ice cube and gently placed it on Chen Weishuang's face.

Looking at Chen Weishuang with some helplessness.

Three years ago, Chen Weishuang woke up, and it took another year to recover. Later, Chen Xiuzhu brought him and Weishuang here to keep Feng Yin company on the surface, but Feng Yin is no longer as glorious as it used to be. He, Chen Xiuzhu is just deceiving himself.

Why aren't he and Wei Shuang trapped here?

"Weishuang, although I don't know the old Chen Xiuzhu, but looking at it now, she has changed a lot. She is no longer the big brother you know. As for Feng Yin, her state is even more worrying."

Fengyin helped Zhao Ying before, and Zhao Ying always remembered it.

If possible, he hoped that Fengyin would find happiness.

"I know what you think. But Leng Yan has been dead for three years. Now the Leng Group is in charge of Leng Yue. Although Leng Yue takes Feng Yin as his sister-in-law, can Feng Yin bear the fact that Leng Yan is dead? "

Chen Weishuang also wanted to help Feng Yin, but if he was not fully prepared, it would be like this today.

Zhao Ying looked at Chen Weishuang. She was much more mature than she was three years ago, and what remained unchanged was her insistence on justice.Just because Chen Xiuzhu is her elder brother, she won't cover his mistakes.

"Tell me if you need my help."

Zhao Ying patted Chen Weishuang on the shoulder and continued to apply ice cubes to her face.

……

For the next month, Feng Yin was recuperating from his injuries.The mental state is also good and bad, but no matter when, she always remembers the name Leng Yan.

The most beautiful terrace where the sea breeze blows is the sunny garden terrace specially built by Chen Xiuzhu for her.You can see all kinds of Chinese plants on the island, as well as antique Chinese furniture.

Chen Xiuzhu couldn't give Fengyin freedom, so he used these to imprison her freedom.

Good or bad, he alone has the final say.

The sea breeze was slightly intoxicating, making her drowsy. Feng Yin wrapped the quilt tightly and insisted on sleeping on the terrace. The servant butler couldn't stop her, so she had to call Chen Xiuzhu.

Chen Xiuzhu was working downstairs, and he basically lived here during this time, and he was relieved to hand over the company's affairs to Zhang Jingjing and Yunyin.