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Chapter 44
The rain that night seemed to be extraordinarily long, and there was no sign of stopping at all. Countless drops of water fell, stirring up white smoke-like fog on the ground.
The bodyguard stood behind Wen Li, holding an umbrella. The black umbrella isolated her from the muddy world and created a relatively sunny small world for her.
Wen Li first heard the violent noise. She had just experienced a shock, and her reaction was a little slow. She turned her head slowly and watched Chen Hezheng appear from behind Liang Zhaohui in great surprise.
The young man with black hair and black hair has a rare tall and straight figure, long legs and straight back. Even standing in a dark and cramped alley, he has a cold and proud aura.
He was originally a person who was indifferent to the world of mortals, but at this moment, he was filled with an unconcealable cold aura, as fierce as the legendary evil god, making people daunting.
Chen Hezheng pursed his lips, his eyes were so dark that they seemed to have a certain weight.He wasn't in the Aston at the entrance of the alley at all, he had gone around to the depths of the alley long ago, dormant in the darkness where no fingers could be seen.
He didn't have an umbrella, was drenched, his hair was steamed, and his straight body was like a flag.What Chen Hezheng was waiting for was the moment when Liang Zhaohui let go of Wen Li, so he went straight to that scumbag with a clear goal.
He walked lightly but moved quickly, grabbing the dreadlocks behind Liang Zhaohui's head with one hand, forcing him to raise his head, revealing a haggard face with sallow complexion to the sky.
The rain fell messily on Liang Zhaohui's face and choked into his nasal cavity, making it difficult for him to breathe, and there was a pain like a needle prick in his lungs.
Before Liang Zhaohui could open his mouth to beg for mercy, Chen Hezheng suddenly exerted force. He grabbed Liang Zhaohui's hair and hit the car window glass with that head.
With a bang, the car body vibrated.
The shattered glass splashed down inside the carriage, and also fell at Chen Hezheng's feet.The rain was pouring on it, reflecting a little light.
A clear and brutal texture.
Once, again, Liang Zhaohui became unconscious and couldn't even utter a scream.The bridge of the nose was twisted, the front teeth fell off, blood flowed out, washed by the rain, and turned into rouge-like powder.
Chen Hezheng was trained when he was young. Chen Heying himself was arrogant and did not suffer any disadvantages. He also raised his younger brother to be brutal. Professional coaches specially hired from abroad taught Chen Hezheng how to defend, how to exert strength, and how to defeat the enemy with one move.
However, when Chen Hezheng seldom needs to fight with others, he always has bodyguards and drivers by his side. If he is not happy, just say a word and give him a look, and someone will help him deal with it.He is not the kind of personality who likes to be fierce and fierce. He swings his fists, causing injuries all over his body, and his disheveled appearance is too ugly. He has always hated it.
But today, on this chaotic rainstorm night, Chen Hezheng lost all his composure and arrogance, and there was only one thought in his head——
He wanted Liang Zhaohui's life.
He wanted Liang Zhaohui to die badly.
Liang Zhaohui has a tall and tall figure, and the inside has long been hollowed out by beauties who smoke and drink, like rotten wood eaten by termites, vulnerable to a single blow.With one move, Chen Hezheng removed all of Liang Zhaohui's resistance, making him limp and rotten into a ball of mud that couldn't be lifted up.
It's just not enough, far from enough.
Chen Hezheng's eyes were gloomy, and his tall and straight figure pierced the rain curtain. He was not used to talking when he was fighting, but he just kept ruthless, with great strength, and the taste of bloodthirsty came out from his bones, like a hungry wolf.
Holding Liang Zhaohui's collar, he dragged the half-dead waste up, clenched his fists to strike again.Even the bodyguards on the side couldn't help gasping for air, wondering what to do if someone died.
Before the fist fell again, two voices sounded one after the other, calling him to stop,
"Ah Zheng—"
"stop."
The person who called his name was Wen Li, with a suppressed crying voice at the end, fragile and thin.She wanted to go over, stop Chen Hezheng, and don't want him to do anything again.It's not worth it to lose yourself for a piece of garbage.
The bodyguard held Wen Li's shoulder, restraining her movements.
The other voice is much heavier, powerful and comfortable, originating from——
At some point, the door of the Maybach was pushed open, and Chen Heying got out of the car.He looked like he had just attended a dinner party, with his suit jacket off and draped over his arms, his hair styled and combed back to reveal his forehead.
Chen Heying has single eyelids, the lines are very hard, the shape of the brow bone is particularly sharp, there is no redundant or cumbersome line in the whole body, and the temperament and appearance are both outstanding.
With the appearance of Chen Heying, the atmosphere in the alley became more oppressive.The bodyguard in black stood behind him and held an umbrella for him. In such a torrential rain, Chen Heying didn't even get wet at the bottom of his trousers.
The whole body is clean, and the whole body is cold and strong.
"How old are you, and you still play the game of using violence to control violence?" Chen Heying frowned, his voice was not high, but his words were clear, and he reprimanded, "Don't you think you are ashamed or dirty? What is that?Is something worth doing yourself?"
When Chen Heying spoke, the bodyguard immediately understood, walked over quickly, and dragged the half-dead Liang Zhaohui away from Chen Hezheng's hands.
The two bodyguards were in charge of dragging people away, and the other one hugged Chen Hezheng behind him, restricting his movements, and at the same time advised him in a low voice: "Young master, leave this kind of thing to us, don't do it, it's not worth it."
Chen Hezheng's evil spirit was so solid that it couldn't be blown away by the wind.He was breathing heavily, and he lowered his head, letting the rain fall on his face, suppressing the uncontrollable tyranny in his bones.
Chen Heying watched Chen Hezheng lose control with cold eyes, and his eyes could not help but gradually turned cold. He turned his head and looked at Wen Li.
The look of disgust and loathing was like a slap in the face. In front of so many people, the bodyguard, the driver, and the middle-aged man in his forties fell on Wen Li's face with the sound of wind.
He slapped her so hard that she lost all dignity and left her in a panic.
Chen Heying's words were aimed at Liang Zhaohui on the surface, but the subtext was also stabbing Wen Li.
The younger brother he raised in his hands, spoiled and treasured, wanted to pick all the stars, but was implicated by her again and again.
This was the case five years ago, and it will be the same five years later.
She seems to have been making trouble for Chen Hezheng, and she will only make trouble for him.
Wen Li suddenly felt that the rain that night was extremely cold, so cold that his bones ached.She wanted to cry a little bit, and her chest was soaked with bitter acid.
But he also felt that he shouldn't cry, and shouldn't show a weak and helpless expression, so that Chen Heying had more chances to despise her.
Wen Li pursed her lips, holding back all the tears.On her shoulders was the coat handed by the bodyguard, and her pale and slender fingers gathered the skirt to block the many marks on her body——
The skirt was dirty and torn during the dragging process, and the stains were obvious.There were Liang Zhaohui's finger marks on his neck and cheeks, red and blue.
Wen Li lowered her gaze, and through the stagnant water on the road, she saw her own figure reflected in it—dirty, messy, and so embarrassed, like a beggar.
Especially facing Chen Heying's clean body, she looked even more disheveled.
How could it be so dirty? It's so dirty.
The whole body is dirty.
The tears accumulated in his eyes were so sour that he couldn't control it and was about to fall out.
Just when Wen Li was about to collapse emotionally, suddenly, his whole body felt warm.
She felt herself being hugged, and the fresh breath like mint leaves occupied her breath and her entire heartbeat.
Wen Li raised his head, his eyes were full of water, he moved his gaze slowly, inch by inch, upwards, and saw Chen Hezheng's dark eyebrows and eyes.His eyes were so beautiful, with a remnant of hostility, and the moment he met Wen Li's gaze, it turned into a deep blue soft like the ocean.
Warm and soft, she embraced her and gave her to rely on.
"Are you freaking out?"
Chen Hezheng's voice was very soft and soft.
He held Wen Li in one hand, took the umbrella from the bodyguard in the other, and held it for her. At the same time, he blocked Chen Heying's eyes, so that Chen Heying would not continue to scare her.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can bully you anymore." He said.
The rain didn't slow down at all, and when it hit it hard, Wen Li's tears also fell.
She hid in Chen Hezheng's arms and was half embraced by him. The panic, helplessness, embarrassment and pain accumulated all night were vented at this moment.
The muddy Liang Zhaohui was dragged away by the bodyguards of the Chen family and brought into the car.The follow-up accountability will be taken over by Tang He Media's legal team, who have plenty of ways to make a piece of garbage pay double.
Wen Li cried fiercely, shaking all over.Chen Hezheng stopped talking, but opened his arms, hugged her even tighter, and led her towards the parking lot.
After walking a few steps, he came to Chen Heying first.
Chen Heying stood under the umbrella, watching them quietly.Seeing Chen Hezheng cover Wen Li's head with an umbrella, most of his body fell into the rain, seeing his drenched hair and clothes, and seeing Chen Hezheng's bloody phalanx, which was left over from repairing Liang Zhaohui.
His always proud younger brother, who was clean, was messed up again.
It was like a silent but tense confrontation.
The two brothers looked at each other quietly.
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