Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Si Yizheng arranged a helicopter in advance. When the mob requested a helicopter, he established a cooperative relationship with high-level military personnel, allowing the military to directly order Xu Chenyu to promise the mob's request, and then he was in the helicopter The deployment is arranged above.

The thugs did not expect that another group was helping Xinya, so when they got on the helicopter, they relaxed their vigilance. In addition, the military's dragging of the helicopter distracted them. The pilot created a shock panic, Xinya got out of restraint, and he successfully rescued Xinya.

Xinya was safe, and the rest became logical.

The mob was subdued.

If he hadn't promised the mob to the military, he would never let anyone hurt Xinya.

Si Yizhang watched his subordinates thug the thug to Xu Chenyu, watching Xu Chenyu's unbearable look, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Ok! Good performance! Can be used!

Si Yizhen looked down at the person in his arms, his fingers lovingly rubbed her red and swollen cheeks, and the eyes were filled with appalling dark blue.

He can imagine that at this moment her body should be covered with bruises after being beaten--

He exhausted all the girls he loved, loved and cared for thousands of times, and even if he lost a hair on weekdays, he would frown, and he was held in his palms to be afraid of freezing and contained in his mouth Baby, actually ... suffered such atrocities!

How does this endure him?

How can I stand!

There was a pain in the chest, a sweet smell in the throat, and Si Yiming vomited a black blood again!

He leaned weakly on the back of his chair, and his chest, viscera, lungs, and trachea were aching pain, as if he had been intubated with poison in the throat.

"Si Yiji ..." A low voice murmured, his ears sounding like mosquitoes.

Si Yizhen swallowed the sweetness in his throat and hugged the person in his arms tightly, and whispered, "I'm here, I'm Wen Xinya!"

The low voice is hoarse, like a crackling voice, dull and tearing, and like the hoarse and sobbing sound of erhu, where there is usually a half-elegant and clear.

"Secretary ..." Strangely, Wen Xinya seemed to feel surrounded by the familiar atmosphere. The fragrance was clear and elegant like bamboo, cold and cold in the cold, lingering in the nose, as if it were bones. No matter how you say it, it is always wrapped around the tip of your nose and your heart and lungs!

Just as, Si Yizheng this person!

"Wen Xinya, it's me! It's always me!" Si Yizhen hugged her tightly, feeling the tremor of her body, feeling her fear and fear.

In fact, he was more afraid than her.

Since the second she was abducted, his heart is not being tortured all the time, his will is not suffering from the painstaking trials and hardships, and the time is one second and one second. , Severely made a knife in his heart, he thought ... There can be no more terrible suffering than this.

Wen Xinya, working hard to resist her drowsy will, not letting herself sink into the boundless darkness again, she desperately struggled with her eyelids, wanted to open her heavy eyes, wanted to be sure, the breath lingering in her nose, singing endless Is the sound ringing in my ears an illusion?

Si Yiji stared tightly at her trembling eyelashes, his heart felt a pain. For the first time, he found that a woman's eyelashes could be so fragile, like a winged residual butterfly, fluttering the broken beauty, but how? Can't resist the ruined fate.

Wen Xinya eyes opened a thin slit. With simple movements, she exhausted all her strength, and the thin light penetrated into her eyes. The sight in front of her was blurred, and the people and events in the eyes were blurred. .

"Is it you?" Wen Ya raised her hand to touch his face.

Si Yizhen grabbed her hand and stuck it on her face: "It's me! Wen Xinya!"

Nuan Ya suddenly laughed, smiling fragile and pale: "Yi Si, I'm fine!"

She wanted to cry, but her emotions reached her lips, but she bent. She wanted to tell her grievances, tell him that she was in pain, her whole body was hurting, and wondered why he was here to save her now, but she said a lot. It turned out to be like this.

"It's a silly girl." Si Yichen looked at the smile on her lips, and wondered how the flower blossoms in the courtyard of Bishan Manor were extremely pale, fragile, and white.

See you again.

Wenya finally opened her eyes and saw the man in front of her. With a dry throat, tears came out: "You ---- thin!"

Yes! Thin!

In just a few hours, she felt that he was skinny!

Even myself feel incredible.

His face was white, with cyan capillaries densely and densely. It was frighteningly small and fragile. His face was pale, his jaw was finely broken, and his skin was thin and thin. The edges and corners of his face seemed to change. Boneless!

Thin and sloppy!

Si Yizhen kissed her dry lips softly and whispered, "I'm sorry! Wen Xinya! I'm late."

Even if she was rescued successfully? How could it not be concealed, the fact that Xin Ya was harmed was that he did not protect her so that she would suffer such distress under her eyelids.

The vow he had promised her that he would not be harmed ended up being a fiction.

The feeling of embarrassment, lingering in my heart, is bitter.

Wen Xinya holding his hand tightly: "It's not too late! When the time is right, when I feel desperate, you appear like a **** in heaven and then save me. You write a beautiful story about heroes saving beauty for me. I have added a strong stroke to my life. "

Not everyone is like Si Yichen. Every time she needs him, he will appear beside her.

Si Yizhang couldn't speak for a while, and his throat was sore and painful, and he twitched up and down. He squeezed his lips tightly, his chest and lungs felt like he was being filled with air, like winter. The icy cold wind blew into the chest, throat, and choking feeling of the chest and lungs.

The Wen Xinya voice is soft and detailed: "Every girl has a hero dream, fantasizing the man they love, a world hero. One day, she will appear in the limelight, wearing a armor of gold armor, and pedaling Seven colored clouds! "

The words of Fairy Zixia touched thousands of men and women, including her.

Si Yizhen gently rubbed his cheeks, his emotional heart calmed down little by little, although he could not fulfill his promise and no longer hurt her, but at least at this moment! He hurts just like her.

The smile on the lips is warm and light, and it is pale and pale, but it looks as if the flowers are in full bloom: "Yi Ye ... you are my hero!"