Dusk is approaching.
When Yifan returned home, the first thing was to find Xia Weichu, but he searched the whole villa and couldn't find Xia Weichu.
He angrily came to Xia Xianxian's room and looked at Xia Xianxian's way lying in bed, "where is she?"
"Who?" Xia Xianxian was confused.
Yifan frowned, "don't pretend to be silly! I asked ChuChu, where is she?"
"Isn't she at home?" Xia slender eyes looked at Yifan sincerely.
Yifan looked at Xia Xianxian for a long time, but he couldn't judge whether it was true or false.
"You'd better let me know that her disappearance has nothing to do with you, otherwise, I won't spare you!" Yifan said angrily and turned away.
Xia Xianxian sneered.
"I'll get rid of her before you find her!"
A touch of murderous spirit flashed from Xia Xianxian's eyes.
Outside the door, carrying coffee, Meiling trembled.
After two minutes, Meiling sent the coffee to Xia Xianxian's hand and left.
She went downstairs worried and was caught by Yifan who was going out.
Under his private observation, the maid had a good relationship with Xia Weichu.
"You, come here!" he stared at Meiling with sharp eyes.
Meiling was so frightened that she thought Yifan knew something. She shook her hands and told Yifan, "she was locked in the warehouse by Miss Xia and suffered very badly..."
"Damn it!" Yifan is worried and runs to the warehouse.
When we arrived at the warehouse, we found that the door of the warehouse was locked.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
There was no answer.
Yifan was so anxious to find an axe that Shengsheng cut off the lock.
A glimmer of light emerged from the dark and damp warehouse.
Yifan sees the comatose Xia Weichu lying on the ground, all blue and purple, miserable.
He breathed painfully and hurriedly picked up Xia mast and walked towards the villa.
He will never allow Xia Xianxian to hurt his beloved woman again!
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As soon as Xia Xianxian came to the living room, he saw Yifan rush in with Xia Weichu in his arms.
Her face changed slightly, knowing that Gu asked, "where did you find her? What happened to her?"
Yifan glared at Xia Xianxian fiercely. "Xia Xianxian! From now on, you get out of my house!" he ordered Meiling on the side, "pack up things for Miss Xia. If she doesn't go, she'll drive me out!"
"Yifan, do you want to do this to me because of her?" Xia Xianxian stressed, "she's just a maid!"
"No! From today on, she is my fiancee!" Yifan announced loudly and left in Xia Xianxian's consternation.
As soon as Yifan took Xia Weichu into his bedroom, he contacted the doctor.
Xia Qianxian was driven out of 100 million homes by servants in the pager.
Xia Qianxian is unwilling but helpless. Now she has no money, so she has to go back to Xia's house.
Ruan Mei looked at Xia Xianxian, who hadn't seen her for months. Naturally, she couldn't be happy. She hugged Xia Xianxian, "Xianxian, where have you been these days?"
"A friend's house."
"What about your illness?"
"It's all right," Xia said with a smile. Even though she blamed Ruan Mei for agreeing to send her to a mental hospital, now she can't fight Ruan Mei. After all, this is her habitat now.
She held back her dislike, pushed Ruan Mei away and asked, "where's Lao Xia?"
"Your father is still working in the group."
"His own daughters are dead, and he still wants to go to work?" Xia Qingxian sneered.
Ruan Mei was stunned. "Delicate, you can't talk nonsense. If Xiaochen hears you, you'll be miserable."
Through Ruan Mei's nervous expression, Xia Qianxian found that Ruan Mei didn't know that Xia Weichu was "dead".
If you think about it carefully, Xia Weichu's "death" did not appear in the newspaper, and Ou Beichen did not hold a funeral for Xia Weichu. It seems that he has blocked the news from the outside world.
The reason is that Ou Beichen still can't accept Xia Weichu's "death". Or he didn't want the children to know that Xia Weichu was' dead ', so he hid it.
"Forget it, just think I didn't say anything." Xia Xianxian got up and walked upstairs. At this point, she should consider how to return to Ou Beichen.
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