She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

Chapter 952

At that time, Zhao Feihan had been controlled in the Yuan family's old house.

But what surprised me was that the person who controlled him was not someone else, but a member of the Yuan family, his uncles and brothers.

What surprised me even more was that the moment Zhao Feihan saw me, he didn’t show fear or panic, but rather, he looked surprised and excited as if he had seen a relative: “Poor little thing, you’re here? I thought you would never talk to me again.”

He still called me "little poor thing" with a little bit of doting in his intimacy. There was still a smile on his face, so much so that I felt dazed for a moment, as if things between us were still as good as when we first met, as if those unpleasant things had never happened between us.

But in fact, our first meeting was also carefully planned by him. It was all just a conspiracy. There was no affection between us.

And now, there is only a blood feud between him and me. I don’t care about his plan against me, but he killed my Xiao Ye!

I strode forward, using almost all my strength to slap Zhao Feihan hard in the face.

"Pop!" There was a crisp sound.

I couldn't feel any pain in my palms, only numbness, and my heart was filled with endless hatred.

Fingerprints quickly appeared on Zhao Feihan's face. He looked at me with deep apology in his eyes: "Poor little girl is angry with me. I know that Brother Zhao doesn't ask for your forgiveness. I just hope that you and Xiaoye can be well. Xiaoye, he, he is indeed a good man. He is a good man who is trustworthy and reliable. You two must be happy together."

He actually has the nerve to mention Ono!

He actually wished us happiness?

He even praised Ono as a good person who is trustworthy!

Was he deliberately mocking me? He was mocking me for not being able to obtain the happiness I wanted even if I tried my best, and for always completely losing happiness when I was looking forward to it?

I completely lost control, grabbed his collar fiercely, and yelled: "Shut up, Zhao Feihan, shut up! You killed my Xiaoye, you killed him! Why did you kill him! Why!"

"...What?" Zhao Feihan's collar was grabbed by me. He didn't resist at all, and didn't even struggle, so his face gradually turned red. But his eyes were wide open, full of surprise and confusion. "Xiao Ye? What did you say? Xiao Ye, what happened to him?"

"He was killed by you! Why are you pretending to be confused in front of me! It was you who killed Xiaoye, Zhao Feihan, you can't escape, you are the murderer, I want to avenge Xiaoye!" My voice was hoarse.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart by a pair of invisible hands. The pain was so heart-wrenching and deep that it penetrated into my bones. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even hold onto Zhao Feihan's collar and just bent down helplessly.

Because my heart hurts so much, I need to press hard to relieve the pain a little.

A big, warm hand rested on my back.

It’s so similar to the feeling Ono has always given me, warm and inclusive.

But I know that this is not Ono's hand, my Ono is gone.

The murderer is the man in front of him.

I raised my head again, staring fiercely at Zhao Feihan, whose face was filled with astonishment and disbelief. I squeezed out a voice from between my teeth: "Why, why did you want to kill him? I took away everything from you. I took away what you wanted. You should hate me. Why did you kill Xiaoye!"

"You thought I killed him?" Zhao Feihan's face was filled with more astonishment. He even revealed a sense of confusion. "How could it be me? How could I kill him?"

"Who else could it be if not you? You are the only one who has a motive! You live opposite Ono's house, and you know Ono. You put drugs in his water cup and turned on his gas valve, right?" Hatred surged again and again, and I picked up something from the side and smashed it hard on his head.

It was not until a stream of bright red blood flowed from Zhao Feihan's head that I realized that what I was holding in my hand was an iron rod.

It hurts to be hit by a stick like this, but Zhao Feihan still had that look of disbelief: "...So, Xiaoye died of gas poisoning? When did this happen? Why didn't I receive any information at all?"

He was still pretending, so I clenched the iron rod in my hand again and swung it at him again without hesitation.

But this time, the iron rod did not hit Zhao Feihan's head, but was tightly grasped by a big hand.

I looked in the direction of that hand and saw Zhou Hanzhi's slightly pale face. He stood in front of Zhao Feihan, frowning, "Xuxu, stop hitting me. It's not him."

Zhou Hanzhi actually protected Zhao Feihan.

He also said that Zhao Feihan was not the murderer.

If the murderer wasn't Zhao Feihan, who else could it be? Why did Zhou Hanzhi protect Zhao Feihan? Did he know what Xiao Ye meant to me? Did he know that if Zhao Feihan killed Xiao Ye, he would end my happiness for the rest of my life?

"Get out of the way!" I could already feel the blood in my mouth, and my throat was salty and painful. At this moment, I only wanted to avenge Ono.

"Xuxu, calm down. Killing in the heat of the moment is also a crime and you must bear legal consequences." Zhou Hanzhi had no intention of letting go and he held the iron rod tighter.

I couldn't listen to them. These were just Zhou Hanzhi's high-sounding excuses. He was just protecting Zhao Feihan.

"That's my business and has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way!" My voice was squeezed out from between my teeth. My anger made me burst out with amazing strength, and I actually snatched the iron rod from Zhou Hanzhi's hand.

Xiao Ye is gone, but Zhao Feihan is still alive and well. Why should he be alive and well?

Why does Zhou Hanzhi still want to protect such a murderer?

But Zhou Hanzhi didn't move aside. His face darkened and he said in a low voice, "Is he so important? For Yuan Tianye, you don't even want your own future?"

"Yes, he is very important, he is my hope! Will you move aside or I will smash you down too!" My heart was beating so fast, my head was buzzing, and even I felt like I had lost my mind.

Because just as I finished saying this, the stick in my hand had already smashed down hard.

Zhou Hanzhi did not dodge, he just stood there and took the blow on his shoulder. Emotions surged in his dark eyes, so deep, so sad, and mixed with a hint of regret.

I lost my strength and the iron rod fell from my hand.

I saw Zeng Zhi rushing towards Zhou Hanzhi, and his anxious cry: "Mr. Zhou, your arm."

"It's okay." Zhou Hanzhi's face turned even paler, but his tone remained calm.

"Your injury has just gotten a little better, and now is the time when you can't stand the most hardship, but it just so happens..." Zeng Zhi's voice was filled with worry and sadness.

He was only halfway through his words when he suddenly fell silent.

Because Zhou Hanzhi, who had just been standing upright in front of me, suddenly fell down at this moment.

"Mr. Zhou!" Zeng Zhi cried out.

My heart also skipped a beat.