Secretly Married to the Ice-Cold CEO - Chapter 18 She Thought He Was Her Him

Everywhere Leticia went, she was compared to her siblings.

Sadly, it was all too common.

She was not as pretty as her second sister Diana,

nor as smart as her third brother Emil,

nor as good with a sword as her fourth brother Xavier,

nor as talented with magic as her youngest sister Irene. However, she was never jealous or envious of her siblings.

In fact, she was proud of them. And yet, she never knew that her family was ashamed of her. Until the moment her family abandoned her.

Xia Zhinian has transmigrated into the book, and the original owner is a disgusting cannon fodder villain, determined to and the protagonist were robbed by Yan Ci, and finally had an accidental car accident, and Liang Liang went offline.
Others want to change their destiny by transmigrating into a book, but his young master Xia is different, he just wants to transmigrate back through the plot.
Xia Zhinian tried to mention the protagonist Gong to anger Yan Ci, so that he could be beaten according to the original text, but Yan Ci only held his wrist and tied a gold chain with a long tail on it, his eyes were cold, “There is nothing wrong with what you say.” It’s the one named Chu, and you like him so much?”
Turning the subject around, I asked him: “What color bracelet do you like every year, gold, silver, or black?”
Xia Zhinian: “??”
…Is there something wrong with you?
Later he discovered that Yan Ci was obsessed with cleanliness, but he had severe skin hunger and thirst. Every time he had an attack, he was in pain, but he never went to the protagonist Gong for help. Instead, he hugged him and rubbed him.
And diverted all the attention that should have been on the protagonist Gong to him? !
This shouldn’t be, the plot doesn’t go like this!
Xia Zhinian was worried, he wanted to go back to the original world, and waited until the end to finish the lunch box.
So he planned a car accident for himself.
Gao Xingxin closed his eyes, opened them again, and met a cold and gloomy face.
In the room with the doors and windows closed, Xia Zhinian lay on the bed trying to struggle, but found that his whole body was sore and his hands and feet were numb. Footsteps sounded, and someone stepped to the bed step by step, casting a large shadow.
Yan Ci was condescending, stroking the black bracelet on the young man’s wrist, his tone was soft but terrifying.
“Having a car accident on purpose every year, do you want to escape from me?”
Xia Zhinian: “?!!!”
Xia Zhinian tried his best to show a cute smile, “Brother, I was wrong, I have something to say, let go first, uh–!!”
His mouth was blocked, his hair stood up slightly, his fingertips slid on his neck, and the voice in his ears was cold and gentle.
“Hey, I don’t accept verbal apologies.”
Seemingly well-behaved Pipishou × seemingly gentle, paranoid, possessive and super aggressive.
①SC
②The original text has nothing to do with the attack, the original text is transferred to the attack
③Attack and subject have grown up

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