Just as Ye Xi's body was about to fall to the floor, a long arm caught hold of her soft body at the right time. With a slight force, she was sent flying by the man into a wide embrace.

"Xi Xi ?"

Qiao Jinglian watched as Ye Xi was embraced by the man in front of her eyes. Anger flashed past her eyes as she supported herself up from the ground with one hand holding onto her shoulder blade that had been crushed by the man.

Huo Yaoting's malicious gaze never left the pale little face of the woman in his arms, without sparing Qiao Jinglian a glance, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Let her go!" Qiao Jinglian's expression became serious, and he leaped towards Huo Yaoting.

Huo Yaoting's expression did not change, his body slightly leaned to the side, and dodged Qiao Jinglian's attack.

He did not fight, but instead focused on the sleeping little woman in his arms.

Huo Yaoting's tensed up face was cold and emotionless, and his strong and cold legs did not pause for even a moment as he walked out.

Qiao Jinglian's eyes turned red, he did not want to give up and continued to attack.

However, before he could do anything, a black shadow appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Next, his left shoulder was held by an iron hand that was as strong and heavy as a beast's.

Qiao Jinglian's pupils constricted as she looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her.

The man's unusually strong physique, the pump muscles that couldn't even be covered by his clothes, and every single hard line on his face all gave off a sense of desolation. This man was perhaps even more difficult to deal with than the man from before.

"Third Young Master Qiao, you should thank me for having a good brother today. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to see tomorrow's sunrise."

The man coldly threw out those words, tightly gripped Qiao Jinglian's shoulders and threw him into the room, then turned and left.

Because of the words he inexplicably threw down, Qiao Jinglian was slightly drowsy. By the time he had chased them to the ancient fortress, there were no longer any traces of them.

Thunder and rain were mixed together. On the twisting road that was filled with raging winds, a black car was speeding along the road like a dragon.

Inside the car, a cold man was sitting in the back seat, holding a petite, unconscious girl in his arms.

The man's face was dark as he stared at the girl in his arms.

The girl's brows were knitted tightly, the tip of her long eyelashes still hung with sparkling tears. Qi Bai's small face was devoid of any trace of blood, and her small pink lips were tightly pursed at this moment.

As for her two small hands, they were placed on her flat stomach, tightly holding onto her small fists.

The man's dark eyes slightly moved. He couldn't stop himself from clenching the girl's fist.

It was only when her small, soft fist was wrapped around his palm that he realized what he had done.

His long eyebrows were tightly knitted together in a

oyance.

Then the girl's fist was thrown away by the man in disgust.

As if he felt that it wasn't enough, the man picked up the girl and put her on the car seat beside him. Then, he reached out his hand to push the girl far away.

He frowned and turned his head to look out the window.

A moment later, his arm was hit by something soft.

A light weight fell on his arm.

The man's cold face twitched as he turned to glare at the girl on his arm.

A few seconds later, the man closed his eyes in patience and pulled the girl into his arms again.

The moment the girl was hugged by him again, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The man stared coldly at the girl, his shabby face devoid of any warmth.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at the man's face in confusion.

Jell.

An image suddenly flashed through her mind. The girl widened her eyes in fright as she sat up from the man's hard legs, face pale as she faced him.

The man stared at the girl in silence. His thin lips formed a straight line and he remained silent for a long time.

A mature and calm man restrained his emotions, causing others to be unable to see through his true emotions.

The girl held her hands as she stared timidly at the man with her trembling, red, watery eyes.

The sounds of wind, rain, thunder and lightning coming from outside the car were just like what she was feeling right now.

After a long time, the girl finally found her voice, "Brother Lian ?"

Bang.

Ye Xi's soft voice just came out, but the man's cold fist wind hit the chair beside him.

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"?" Ye Xi was so scared that her body started to tremble, and her tears started rolling out of her red eyes like pearls with cut strings.

With a pitiful choking sound, Ye Xi tightly held her hand and suddenly looked at the man in fear.

The man's current face was as cold and sinister as the Satan of the Arctic Underworld.

The pair of eyes that stared at Ye Xi was as dark and gloomy as the deepest night.

Fear and grievance wrapped around her heart like thin threads of ice.

The red veins on Ye Xi's eyes also spread out from her red pupils.

She bit her lower lip and her thin body trembled uncontrollably under the man's cold stare.

The last image that floated in his mind was of the man's long and hard legs pressing down on Qiao Jinglian's chest.

At this moment, the creaking sound was still resounding clearly in her ears.

She was very worried about Qiao Jinglian.

But when she first spoke, it was not to make him unhappy.

She only wanted to explain that she and Qiao Jinglian were not what he thought.

But this time, he didn't even want to listen to her explanation.

An indescribable sadness and fatigue filled her heart.

It was as weak as Mount Tai.

It almost crushed her to death.

Ye Xi continued to cry.

As for that cold and handsome man, from start to finish, he only watched coldly from the sidelines.

Night. At eleven o'clock in the morning, Ye Xi and Huo Yaoting returned to the Fragrant City Apartment.

At 11: 10 PM, the cold wind arrived to check Ye Xi's body.

As a result, pregnant women do not rest enough and shock causes hypoglycemia and fainting, so take care of rest.

At eleven-thirty, Leng Feng and Huo Chengshang left successively.

In the bedroom where the silence could only hear the sound of fine needles dropping to the ground, there was only Ye Xi who was curled up on top of the bed, and Huo Yaoting who was standing in front of the bed while staring coldly at Ye Xi.

Ye Xi lowered his head, his two large intelligent eyes were now filled with red blood threads.

She hugged her knees with one hand and gently stroked her stomach with the other.

However, as he caressed it, tears began to flow uncontrollably down his face once again.

But suddenly.

She wrapped her arms around her knees and was wrenched back by the man's pince-sized hands.

Ye Xi's heart ached and tears rolled down her swollen eyes.

She slowly raised her pale face and looked at the man with eyes that trembled with sadness.

"Actually, the reason why you care so much about my identity is not because you are deceived, but because of Qiao Jinglian!"

The man lowered his elegant and slender black eyelashes, and pinched Ye Xi's chin with his two slender and white fingers. His tone was deep and assured, and his appearance was completely heartless.