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Xia Nian Su gave up all hope. His cold side lifted up. She cast a cold glance at Murong Feiyang, then wordlessly turned around to head upstairs. Since he was willing to support her, she didn't care.

"Xia Yizhang!" Murong Feiyang couldn't contain his anger. He grabbed her wrist and exerted his strength, as if he was going to crush her wrist. "What kind of expression is that?!" Are you unconvinced? Do you believe that I have countless of methods, and any one of them would be more than enough to make you wish you were dead? "

A strange pain came from his wrist bones and Xia Nian Su felt her entire body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. She could not help but bite her lips. She tried her best to shake off Mu Rong Fei's restraints, but she still didn't say anything. No matter how weak she was, she was still a stubborn and prideful person. She couldn't bear to be humiliated over and over again.

Suddenly realizing that he hadn't been able to completely subdue this woman, Murong Feiyang was startled and angry. He grabbed Xia Xinsu's arm and pushed her down onto the expensive Persian carpet. His leg pressed down on her, tearing at her clothes that she had just changed.

Surprisingly, Xia Nian Su didn't even try to resist. She just laid there quietly, letting Murong Feiyang do whatever he wanted. Her beautiful face was filled with wooden despair. Even her eyes had turned blank, as if she was a mummy that had just been unearthed.

Is there a man who can have fun with a mummy?" At the very least, Murong Feiyang couldn't. Seeing Xia Nian Su's expression full of disdain, the male symbol that he had raised his head towards her immediately crumbled. He couldn't help but get up with a look of disgust on his face and said while gritting his teeth: "I don't want to see your half-dead appearance to make you look like a dried up corpse! Xia YHang, listen up. As long as you promise not to seduce those men, I'll let you go to school!

"No need." Xia Nian Su's body shrunk into a ball and his voice became hollow, "Mr. Murong, your promise is a negative one, I already have no hope for you." It's fine if you don't want to learn it. "

You...

Mu Rong Feiyang was so angry that he waved his hand and went upstairs, "Do as you wish! I'm still afraid of coming back with a body full of dirt that will dirty my place! "

After secretly glancing at Murong Feiyang as he went upstairs, Sister Lin ran over to help Xia Nian Su up. She sighed and said, "Miss Xia, why do you need to go head to head with mister? When necessary, you still have to admit defeat. It's not shameful for a woman to admit defeat to a man. "

"I know." Xia Xinsu clutched at her clothes and finally burst into tears. She cried until she was out of breath, "But …" His loathing for me is deep in his bones, and not something I can overcome by giving in... If that's the case, then why should I be willing to lower myself to you? "

Sister Lin sighed, speechless.

The grievances he had suffered for a long time finally found an outlet to vent. Xia Xinsu threw herself into Sister Lin's arms and cried until her tears dried up. She then started to cry softly.

Sister Lin sighed again and said softly, "Get up first. Although you won't catch a cold while sitting on the carpet, it won't feel good after a long time."

Xia Nian Su nodded and stood up with her help. Sister Lin lightly tugged at her clothes and continued, "I just bought this and it was broken by mister. "Miss Xia, go sit on the sofa. I'll go get some of my clothes for you."

"Thank you, Sister Lin."

At the stairs on the second floor, Murong Feiyang quietly went back to his study and dialed a number. "Lex, help me buy some women's clothing and deliver it to the villa …"

Sister Lin's clothes had become much wider on Xia Niansu, so she could only make do with it. I can't get into this school anyway, so what if I'm dressed beautifully? If it wasn't for the fact that she was afraid of implicating the Xia Family, she would have really died!

Seeing that it was almost noon, Xia Nian Su pulled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen gloomily. Sister Lin followed her in to help.

"Young Master Yang, we bought them according to your request. From the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, a total of ten sets including shoes and socks, a total of ten sets."

"Mm, it's been hard on you. Put it aside." Murong Feiyang was not in a good mood, and his eyes were filled with a restless light.

"Okay." Moress agreed, put down the bag, and walked over. She probed, "Young Master Yang, you need so many women's clothes …" "What for?"

"Wear it." Mu Rong Feiyang replied faintly, "Xia Yizhang married in a wedding dress. Although I wanted to torture her, I still wanted to make her wear a wedding dress every day."

Mo Li was stunned: "It's for Xia YHang?" Available... Was there a need to buy such a high-end one? ten sets of clothes cost over a hundred thousand dollars to buy according to the brand and style you specified. "

He couldn't help feeling jealous in his heart, but Molly's tone turned strange again. Even though she wasn't short on money, Young Master Yang had never bought clothes for her in such a meticulous manner before. Whenever he needed her, he would drop a wad of money for her to buy. Xia YHang, do you know how lucky you are?

Murong Feiyang was still distracted by Xia Nian Su's support for Yun Zhuo's big brother. He didn't care whether Mo Li was jealous or not. He frowned and said, "What does a few hundred thousand yuan count?" "No matter what, she's still my in-name wife. If she were dressed like a beggar, would you think she would lose the face of the Xia family?"

That's true. Molly felt slightly relieved and wanted to get up as well. "Young Master Yang, the clothes have been delivered. I should also …"

"What's the rush? It's already time for you to come. Leave after eating." A strange fragrance drifted out from the kitchen door. Murong Feiyang didn't know when Sister Lin's culinary skills had become so good.

Morris nodded and sat down. Not long after, Sister Lin came out of the kitchen with a dish. "Sir, come and taste Miss Xia's whole feast. It smells so good …" "Ugh …" "Miss Mo!"

"Hello." Molly nodded her head modestly, but her eyes were a little gloomy. Xia Yizhang, you're really taking it too far! Do you really think you can tie Young Master Yang's heart to his stomach?