From Body to Love - Chapter 62

The dim light shone on Xie Zhenzhen’s shiny white skin, as well as the bright staggered scars, such as fingernails or whips. The messy plates covered Xie Zhenzhen’s back, arms and chest.

The only good place is Xie Zhenzhen’s stomach.

He didn’t doubt that Xie Zhenzhen was lying, but he didn’t expect that Xie Zhenzhen would strip off to prove it, but he didn’t expect that the injury was so serious.

“You see, he knows that I’m pregnant with a child. He can pick places and doesn’t hit me in the stomach alone.” Her palm was on her belly, and her eyes were filled with grievances.

Meng Fu’s fingers gently slid over the scar on Xie Zhenzhen’s shoulder. He pulled Xie Zhenzhen’s clothes, “Zhenzhen, I’ll buy you medicine.”

“Meng Fu, do you believe me?”

“Really, I never doubt anything. I’ll buy you medicine. ”

Xie Zhenzhen grabbed him. “Meng Fu, it doesn’t hurt so much. I’m always beaten. I’m used to it. Don’t go. I’m afraid you’ll disappear as soon as I wake up. Will you stay with me? ”

Accustomed to being beaten, he can’t imagine what life Xie Zhenzhen is living. However, as far as Meng Fu is concerned, he can only push Xie Zhenzhen away.

At this time, his hands were on Xie Zhenzhen’s shoulders. He helped her put on her clothes. He couldn’t push her away. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to Xie Zhenzhen’s scars. He raised his hand to wipe Xie Zhenzhen’s tears.

Xie Zhenzhen smiled softly, “Meng Fu, it’s nice to have you by my side like a dream. I hope this dream doesn’t wake up. ”

That night, Meng compound his clothes and lay on the quilt. Watching Xie Zhenzhen cry and fall asleep, Xie Zhenzhen’s hand has been holding Meng Fu’s hand tightly and refused to release it in his sleep.

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Guze’s mood was somewhat pleasant. At this point, Secretary Wang accurately noticed from the slightly raised eyebrow corner of Guze.

“President Gu, is there anything happy?”

Guze didn’t hide it. His tone was a rare relaxation these days. “He called me.” It was just a small thing, a trivial thing, but because it was Meng Fu, he unconsciously gave birth to a point of joy.

He thought that many days Meng Fu sat on the sofa and looked out of the window. He was looking at the wax plum blossoms of that tree. On this thought, he ordered Secretary Wang, “go and buy some pots of wax plum blossoms tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mr. Gu.”

Secretary Wang was also happy. After he Manyu died, he rarely saw Gu Ze so happy, even if Meng Fu was an enemy, but what does it matter?

The florist sped past the window, but at a glance, an idea suddenly jumped into his mind, just like a magic barrier. Gu zeshen said, “stop.”

He got out of the car and went straight to the florist. When he came out, he carried a basin of wax plum blossoms in his hand. He put the pot of flowers in the back seat. He said, “Secretary Wang, go and buy a hundred pots of wax plum blossoms tomorrow.”

He looked down at the pale yellow flowers and bones, stretched out his fingers and gently touched them. If the living room was full of flowers, would Meng Fu really smile

On the way home, Gu Ze glanced at the wax plum blossom in front of the villa and looked at the one in his hand. Gu Ze, what are you doing

In the living room, only Meng Yi was bored watching TV and said, “Meng Meng villain, Meng Meng villain…” while talking, he kept changing channels with the remote control.

Gu Ze went straight to Meng Fu’s bedroom and study. Uneasily, he rushed up and down the stairs. He went to Meng Yi and asked directly, “where’s Meng Fu?”

The previous joy was gradually frozen, and Guze had a cold face.

“Meng Meng is gone.”

“Gone?! Where have you been? ”

“I don’t know. Meng Meng said he would come back in a few days. Meng Meng went out to play by himself. Without me, Meng Meng is a big villain. ”

Gu Ze realized that something was wrong. He suddenly grabbed Meng Yi’s collar and asked, “where’s Meng Fu? Where did Meng Fu go? ”

“I, I don’t know.” Meng Yi was afraid of Guze’s eyes. He replied timidly.

Gu Ze let go of Meng Yi and thought that the fool’s words were untrustworthy. He asked Aunt Zhang again and said in a deep voice, “where is Meng Fu now?”

“Mr. Meng is out.”

“So, I ask you, where is he now?!”

Aunt Zhang stepped back unconsciously and answered honestly, “a young lady came this afternoon. Mr. Meng took her out. Mr. Meng said he had called to report to you.”

Suddenly thought of the phone. The man said on the phone that he wanted to see the wax plum blossoms outside the window.

It was a fake. It was a lie to him. Oh, miss, which Miss? A surge of anger rushed up. Meng Fu, how dare you lie to me!

Aunt Zhang shook her head and said she was not clear about the young lady.

Gu Ze turned and questioned Meng Yi. Meng Yi was scared to tears because of Gu Ze’s ferocity. He huddled in the corner of the sofa and hid, “big brother, I don’t know, I don’t know. Meng Meng said, “I can’t say.”

Meng Yi firmly remembers Meng Fu’s account. Meng Fu said he would be back in two days. Meng Fu said he couldn’t say Xie Zhenzhen’s name.

“Can’t you say?!” Guze bit his teeth and climbed up his face in anger.

My heart is full of two words “Meng Fu”. Meng Fu, you dare to sneak away. Aren’t you willing to bear everything? How dare you run away?

He grabbed Meng Yi, “Meng Yi, you’d better tell me, otherwise, I’ll lock you in the house. By the way, you like playing with your brother Ye Yan very much. Fool, you will never see your brother Ye Yan. ”

“Big brother, aren’t you a good man? Big brother, why are you so fierce? ” Meng Yi’s tears fell down.

In the hospital, he said Guze was a good man.

“I’ve never been a good man.”

Good man, that’s ironic.

Seeing Meng Yi shrunk and refused to say, Gu Ze let Meng Yi go, turned back and coldly ordered Aunt Zhang, “don’t give this fool food tonight. Why should I raise a fool for nothing.”

After two steps, he saw the small potted plant placed on the flower rack. It was very eye-catching. Gu Ze took it in his hand and laughed sarcastically. Then he suddenly fell the small Chimonanthus flower to the ground.

The unopened flowers and bones were mixed with soil and flooded with fragrance. Guze’s feet heavily stepped on the flowers and bones, and coldly ordered, “Aunt Zhang immediately asked someone to cut down the Chimonanthus tree outside.”

“Yes.”

Guze’s anger was far from expected.

A young servant soon came. He was holding an axe. Guze stood outside, letting the cold wind blow. In his ears, there was the sound of cutting down, like a broken skull, accompanied by invisible blood flow.

Guze, you should hate him, you should hate him.