Quick Transmigration: The villain's little flirt is wild

Chapter 146

Some people say that before a person dies, he will go through his life again like a horse on a horse and watch flowers, and he will think of the person who is the most difficult to let go.

Before he died, Zhao Yiru thought of Liao Xue and the scene when he first saw her.

At that time, she just came to the arena, and she stayed behind Liao Zhi all day long, with big eyes, looking around, curious and frightened at the same time, like a deer that strayed out of the forest, quietly observing the surroundings everything of.

The purity and cleanliness in her eyes is something that Zhao Yiru has never had in his whole life.

Seeing him staring at her, the people around him became active and said, "This little girl is only in her twenties, and she is still a student. She is well protected by her brother, and she is clean in every way." very."

"If Mr. Zhao is interested, why don't you include her in the list of wrestlers. I'll have her cleaned up tonight and send her over to you."

Zhao Yiru pursed his lips slightly, and rejected him. He put his hands on the railing, looked down condescendingly at the people who were flustered, scared, or dull. first fight."

He couldn't wait to see her struggling in the arena, wanted to see her having to kill to survive, wanted to see her clean eyes stained with filth, wanted to dirty her.

Liao Xue seemed to have noticed him standing upstairs, she raised her head, looked at him, blinked and laughed.

Her smile was bright and bright, but Zhao Yiru found it extremely dazzling.

He nudged his glasses and smiled at her with a cold and mocking smile.

But she didn't seem to understand what he meant, she still smiled foolishly, and even lowered her head shyly.

"Tsk, idiot." Zhao Yiru lowered his face, turned and left.

Liao Xue did not become gloomy and gloomy due to the darkness of the arena as he expected. She always had a smile on her face and was well protected by her brother.

Zhao Yiru put down the photo sent by his subordinates, pinched the center of his eyebrows, turned his pen, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow, let her play."

Such a bright smile made him jealous, and the dark side in his heart grew wildly, clamoring to destroy her.

"Do you need... help her?" The secretary hesitated for a moment and asked him in a low voice.

Zhao Yiru shook his head.

help her?

No.

He wants to appear when she is most helpless, break her psychological defense, and destroy her smile bit by bit.

On the day when Liao Xue entered the arena, she stood in the arena, unable to hold a knife steadily, looking at the enemy in front of her trembling.

Her opponent is not strong, but it is also fierce.

Sitting in the auditorium, Zhao Yiru looked down at her bewildered look, watched her being thrown down by her opponent, unable to fight back, watched her helplessly struggling, and watched the blood spilling from her body.

He looked at those little deer-like eyes in confusion and panic, but his heart softened, and he asked someone to secretly help her.

She is very smart and knows how to seize the opportunity. With his secret help, she won the victory easily.

She plunged the dagger into the enemy's chest, her face was covered with blood, she fell helplessly to the ground, her hands wrapped around herself, trembling constantly.

Zhao Yiru pursed his lips slightly, seeing how she was stained, his supposedly good mood became inexplicably irritable, this unreasonable emotion upset him, he turned around and strode away.

Amid the cheers of the audience, Liao Xue fell into a pool of blood, staring blankly at the sky, motionless.

Zhao Yiru has never wronged himself, since he is interested in Liao Xue, then Liao Xue has become his property.

But this time was different from before, he decided to change his playstyle, approaching her pretending to be gentle, and after gaining her trust, he crushed her severely.

But when Liao Xue stood in front of him, Zhao Yiru saw her frightened and awkward look, and suddenly changed his mind.

He was suddenly a little bit reluctant.

In the next process of getting along, Zhao Yiru doted on Liao Xue to an outrageous degree. He held Liao Xue up with one hand, trained her, helped her win, and satisfied her request unconditionally.

They are intimate and natural like a pair of lovers.

At least Liao Xue thinks so.

So when he saw Zhao Yiru returning to the villa with another hot woman in his arms, Liao Xue, who was waiting for his return, had the first argument with him.

He looked coldly at her who kept crying, pulled off the bow tie irritably, and interrupted her impatiently: "Question me?"

"Liao Xue, who do you think you are?"

"You're just a dog I keep."

His words were like a bolt from the blue, easily shattering Liao Xue's psychological defenses. Her lips trembled, her face turned pale, and tears rolled down her face. She looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Yiru became even more irritable. He dragged the woman beside him upstairs and left her downstairs alone.

Liao Xue waited for him in the living room all night, listening to the noise and laughter upstairs, her hands and feet were cold.

The two fell into a cold war, and Liao Xue became less enthusiastic towards him and lost his temper with him.

Zhao Yiru thought it was funny, she was just a dispensable puppy, what right did she have to throw face at him?
But the irritability in his heart made him flustered, and he made people attack Liao Zhi.

On a rainy night, when Zhao Yiru returned to the villa, Liao Xue stood in front of him, took off his clothes little by little, with a numb and painful expression.

Looking at her like this, Zhao Yiru felt a chill in his heart, always feeling that something was out of his control.

He hated this feeling, so he threw her down, leaving marks on her body one after another like punishment, seeing her crying, he felt a lot of relief.

Nothing has changed.

At least she was still under his control.

After that, everything returned to the previous state, she was still by his side, but she stopped laughing and became sensitive and worried.

Zhao Yiru hated her appearance, he pinched her neck fiercely more than once, trying to force her to laugh.

But she died without a problem under her silent crying.

The relationship between the two became more and more rigid until Chi Mo appeared.

Her sensitivity and suspiciousness made Zhao Yiru upset, but she couldn't help secretly laughing, guessing that maybe she still cared about him.

He acted presumptuously on Chi Mo's actions, treating Chi Mo as he treated her.

I want to break the coldness on her face and see her jealous look.

He did it.

But the light in her eyes was getting dimmer, and she didn't even know when it disappeared.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yiru couldn't help laughing, full of mockery.

How ridiculous.

Before he died, he finally realized his feelings for Liao Xue, and was finally willing to face the feelings in his heart.

But he also buried his loved one with his own hands.

Pushing her into the abyss with his own hands, ruining her bit by bit.

The light in her eyes was worn away.

"sorry."

Zhao Yiru murmured in a low voice, and slowly closed his eyes.

I'm sorry, my love.

(End of this chapter)