Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

She hugged herself tightly and shrank back suddenly.

Lu Qinghan suddenly felt a little short of breath. He lowered his hands and looked at her panicked look. The man pursed his thin lips, looked away, and strode into the villa.

Wen Xi covered her face, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, she tidied up her clothes. Compared with the man's beastly attire, Wen Xi's clothes and skirts were almost unwearable, and several buttons on her chest were broken. She tidied it carefully. , raised his hand, combed his messy hair with his fingers, and tied it up.

"Woooo-"

Wen Xi raised her eyes and looked at an Alaska standing outside the car. Her voice was hoarse, "Lucky."

"Wow!"

Wen Xi stretched out her hand and touched it.

Lucky jumped into the car, it seemed to come to the car often, so it was very familiar, lying in front of Wen Xi, looking up at her, Wen Xi seemed to feel a little warmth, she hugged Lucky.

After a while, she got out of the car and was about to leave.

Her appearance at the moment is indeed quite embarrassing, a few buttons on her chest are broken, Wen Xi glanced at the men's suits scattered on the back seat, she hesitated for a moment, or raised her hand, put the clothes on, she would never May leave with no clothes on.

Lucky seemed to know that she was leaving, and stood in front of her, as if inviting her to the villa.

Wen Xi shook her head, "I won't go, there are devils inside."

She lowered her eyes, "Lucky, my sister is gone."

"Woooo-"

After walking a few steps, Wen Xi heard the sound of ahhh behind her. She turned around and looked at Lucky wagging his tail. She waved to him and then walked down. The road in front of Jingshui Bay was a downhill road. Only when you go downhill can you get a taxi.

Lu Qinghan stood in the study room on the second floor. The man was holding a glass of red wine. He looked at the slender figure leaving from a distance. The bite mark on his wrist seemed to be hurting. He looked at his wrist. This woman, this woman A mouthful is really a dog.

In the man's hand, at the tiger's mouth.

The tooth marks are clear, with blood stains.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number in the security room, "Find someone to follow that woman until she comes home."

"Yes!"

Lu Qinghan returned to the chair and sat down, and he took out Wen Xi's documents from the drawer.

It was full of unsightly photos.

What high school has several boyfriends at the same time, abortion, vanity worship money and so on.

His brows were tightly wrinkled.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a red knot pendant inside the drawer.

He picked it up.

Could it really be Wen Xi?

Do not?

How could it be her.

It can't be her...

When Wen Xi returned home, she turned on the shower, stood under it, and rinsed herself over and over again.

There are several bruises on his body.

Especially the waist, she seemed to feel that she couldn't wash it clean, and the tears couldn't stop rolling down.

The hot water slashed across the wound on the cheek, bringing burning pain.

Wen Xi opened her eyes, and she looked at herself in the mirror through the mist.

Dazed, helpless...

When she woke up the next day, the redness and swelling on her cheeks became a little more serious, and she seemed to have a fever, her whole body was muddled, her throat was uncomfortable, it was so dry that it was about to smoke, and her whole body was weak and weak.

She hastily took a few cold medicines and lay down.

Opening her eyes again, Wen Xi couldn't tell whether it was fantasy or reality. She seemed to see her father, Wen Congrong and Jiang Wanyan were making dumplings, and Wen Mingchen was calling her, "Xi Xi came over to eat and stop playing."

Wen Xi blinked, "Brother..."

She reached out to grab her brother's hand, but suddenly, everything disappeared.

Like a broken mirror, Wen Xi sat up.