Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

What came was a handsome man, tall, with a perfect figure, with a hint of indifference on the corners of his lips, and his movements were so fast that no one could resist.

Steady, accurate and ruthless, even for a woman like An Xiya, she has no expression of pity.

Rather than saying that he doesn't care for women, it's better to say that he dislikes the woman in front of him.

An Xiaojing was startled suddenly, her eyes widened, her expression seemed to be frozen at that moment, she stared blankly at the man in front of her.

Tears slowly rolled in the eye sockets.

She wasn't intimidated at all.

Instead, she was surprised that the person who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes was none other than the person she was most familiar with and who made her think about it day and night.

"Brother!!" An Xiaojing called out.

The man took a look, and before he could respond to An Xiaojing, he kicked the two men beside An Xiaojing away with one force.

When those two people wanted to get up, he fought back fiercely.

"Those who dare to touch me, you should die!" He cursed fiercely.

"Brother! Don't! They were also instructed by An Xiya!"

An Xiaojing stepped forward, thinking that one thing more would be better than one thing less.

She stared at An Xianyang, full of joy, how long had she not seen her brother.

An Xianyang finally stopped his move to strike, and then cursed: "Get lost!"

The two fled in a hurry.

And An Xiya had already been kicked violently by him just now, and she passed out on the ground.

An Xianyang raised his head and met An Xiaojing's eyes.

"younger sister!"

"Brother, you're back!" There was no way to describe An Xiaojing's excitement at that moment.

"Yes, I'm back!"

An Xianyang took a big stride, walked up to An Xiaojing, and hugged An Xiaojing to his chest.

"You have lost a lot of weight, I really miss you, Xiaojing."

"Brother!" An Xiaojing cried with joy, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't cry, you still have injuries on your face, let's get out of here first."

An Xianyang saw that there were two wounds on An Xiaojing's face, and his heart ached.

And he took another look at An Xiya who was on the ground, and there was a trace of cruelty in the corner of his eyes.

"This An Xiya, she is really not a good thing!"

"Stop talking about her, let's leave first!"

An Xiaojing held An Xianyang's hand. Nothing made me happier than seeing him. The most important thing was that An Xianyang, who was so active and able to fight, made An Xiaojing feel very at ease and excited.

"Let's go, let's get out of here as soon as possible!" An Xianyang nodded, and then quickly pulled An Xiaojing away from the scene.

……

In less than 10 minutes, Leng Yichen's car arrived outside An's old house.

When he received An Xiya's call, he asked Chengfeng to eavesdrop on the conversation, and using various location engines, Chengfeng soon figured out where An Xiya was.

However, Leng Yichen's palms were still sweating, and it never stopped.

Even he himself didn't know why he was so nervous and cared so much.

And when he heard An Xiaojing's voice on the phone, he was about to collapse.

For many years, he never felt this way again.

The last time was when his mother passed away. Since then, he hasn't felt so nervous or collapsed.

Leng Yichen's car approached An's old house almost in a drifting posture.

This place has been abandoned for a long time, but Chengfeng found out An Xiya's route.

And he ran in as soon as he got out of the car, but he didn't even see a single person.

"An Xiya?" An Xiya who was supposed to be at the crime scene also disappeared.

And An Xiaojing was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it!" Leng Yichen cursed fiercely, his heart became extremely flustered.

And look at the prominent blood on the ground again, the red blood drops stained the ground under his feet.

"An Xiaojing, get out, An Xiaojing!" Leng Yichen shouted desperately.

However, in the empty old house, only his echoes linger.

"An Xiaojing, come out if you have the guts, you can't die!" Leng Yichen cursed fiercely.

"Master!" The voice behind him was Chengfeng's. After finding out An Xiya's location, he quickly brought some people over.

However, all he saw was Leng Yichen's almost crazy appearance.

"Where is Young Mistress?" Chengfeng asked looking at the surrounding scene, and the most obvious thing was the blood under his feet.

"Young Mistress won't be!"

"Shut up!" Leng Yichen turned around, and ordered fiercely: "Find her for me, if you want to see her, if you want to see her, if you want to see her dead body!"

"Yes!" Chengfeng's heartbeat was a little flustered, he had never seen such a Leng Yichen, his rage, his lack of calmness, was not the Leng Yichen of the past.

He shouldn't have any strong emotions, except anger.

"Search!" Chengfeng ordered, and the men in black clothes beside him scattered all around.

Soon someone came over with a thin shirt.

"Found this!" The man was holding a men's shirt.

"Only this?" Leng Yichen looked at the shirt, feeling various bad premonitions in his heart.

"Yes, and a cigarette butt."

"Damn it!" Leng Yichen looked at such a thing, his heart was slowly suspended, he couldn't imagine what kind of murder An Xiya had done to An Xiaojing.

"Find me An Xiaojing, and that bitch An Xiya."

His whole body was full of swans, like the biggest devil in hell, his expression was also slowly collapsing, and the softest part of his heart began to become moist.

He didn't understand why he was doing this.

……

An Xiaojing was taken by An Xianyang to a more secluded villa. The style here is not at all as cold and unfriendly as Leng Yichen's villa. This place is warm and bright, facing the sea so heart-warming warm.

"Brother!" An Xiaojing was about to speak when An Xianyang interrupted her.

"Don't move yet, and don't ask questions. You still have injuries on your face. Let's apply the medicine first!"

An Xianyang's tone was innately commanding, making it irresistible.

An Xiaojing nodded, and sat there obediently, while An Xianyang took out some medicine from the first aid kit.

"I met a doctor surnamed Han a few days ago. He said that his medicine can heal people's wounds without leaving a scar! I didn't believe it before, but I saw the scars on my body disappear one by one. Without a trace, I believed his words."

An Xianyang looked at An Xiaojing distressedly, and then applied those medicines on her wound.

"Is the person you're talking about Han Su?" An Xiaojing suddenly thought that Han Su hadn't been in China for a while, maybe it was at that time that he and his brother walked together.

"It's him, how do you know each other?" An Xianyang smiled slightly, a little surprised, An Xiaojing sighed, this is really a long story.