She seemed to realize something and glared in horror, "Sheng You Ting, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Don't you already know it in your mind, eh?"

Let go of you, motherfucker, let go of your hair

"I'm a jerk, I'm a pervert!"

He pulled off his tie. In her struggle, he wrapped the tie around her wrist, pulled it hard and tied a knot. "Since you dare to provoke me, I'll let you see my asshole and pervert!"

Her hands were tied behind her by a tie. No matter how hard she struggled, her blood was flowing against the current, as if the whole person was going to explode, "Sheng You Ting, if you treat me like this, you will not die well!"

He pulled his hair and pulled her to the wall. "Don't worry, even if I can't die easily, you must die faster than me!"

She turned her head, opened her scarlet eyes, and her eyes seemed to be full of poison. "Sheng You Ting, I curse you. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you for living in pain and regret."

His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, "curse me for having no children? I will not let you do it

He asked her in her ear, "willow, do you think it will be painful if you have my baby?"

She was shocked, pupil in the sudden between the infinite, "no, I don't want!"

He looked at her fear and seemed to be satisfied with her every expression. He laughed happily. "It will be very painful indeed. Let's try one. I like to see your pain, eh?"

Crazy, really going crazy, her eyes are full of blood, like staring at the poor and vicious villain, staring at him, "I don't want, I don't want to die with your child!"

This sentence seemed to completely annoy him. His pupils were shrinking violently, his jaw line was tightening into a straight line, and his slightly opened lips trembled with anger. Looking at her, he looked like a most ferocious monster,

"I want it!"

After that, he tugged at her hair, pulled her head back and stuck it on the cold, wall mounted dressing mirror.

"Liu Liu, your mother's eyes are open for me and you can watch it well!" he said

Her whole scalp seemed to be torn off. In her blurred vision, she saw her face reflected in the mirror, stained with blood, embarrassed and angry, as well as the deepest and deepest helplessness.

She hates, she hates.

But his insult, still continued, "you show me clearly, remember clearly, if you are not afraid of death, just continue to provoke me to try!"

Her miserable appearance made him feel happy. Every word and every word she uttered was as sharp as a sword. But in the end, he didn't know whose heart it was that was stabbed with blood?

Why is the blood in his chest flowing all the time? It's always flowing and can't stop it?

After venting his anger, he finally let go of the hand that held her hair.

She was crying on the wall, and her soul was shaking in the mirror.

The rain outside the window did not know when it started. The big raindrops hit the glass window, making a crackling and popping sound, accompanied by her miserable and desperate cry, "ah ah ah ah!"

She hit the mirror with her head, smashing it desperately.

He went to stop her, and she hit her head, even on his wound.

He didn't seem to feel the pain. He just let out a dull hum in his throat, raised his hand and cut it off at the back of her neck.

She rolled her eyes, fainted and fell to the ground.

He steadied her one second in advance, picked her up from the waist, carried her to the bed, untied her wrist tie, and, completely neglecting his own injuries, took the medicine from the bedside table and put it in his mouth to chew.

Without hesitation, he put the medicine in her mouth and forced her to swallow it.

Ear is her low dreaminess, has been talking about what.

After listening for a long time, he heard her saying, "don't leave me, I'm in pain."

The moment he lifted his eyes, he saw her hand tightly pulling the front of his chest, as if he wanted to pull out the heart, pale face, purple lips.

"Dad, mom, I'm in pain." There was liquid in his eyes. He slipped down the corner of his eyes and wet his hair.

Breathing is stagnant.

He stretched out his hand to hold his broken hole in the heart, bloody hole, how can not block up.

For a moment, he even felt that he would die of pain here.

He forced himself to move his eyes away from her, got out of bed and went straight out of the house.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Cheng Chi waiting outside the door, frowned fiercely, "when did you come?"

Cheng Chi's sight falls on his blood stained clothes, and finally stays in his chest. Instead of answering his question, he says nervously, "young master, you are injured. I'll take you to the hospital."He thin lips slightly lift, cold spit out two words, "no need."

"But you've lost too much blood."

"I can't die."

He was very irritable in his heart, and his tone was obviously very impatient, "I'll go out for a visit."

Cheng Chi Lian said, "then I'll drive right away."

Cheng Chi thought about how to send people to the hospital, but the other side threw him a sentence, "no, I'll go by myself."

Cheng Chi's eyes widened, "young master, the wound you are now suffering from..."

The anger in the bottom of the man's heart suddenly came up and roared at him angrily, "force me again, I'll pull out your tongue!"

Cheng Chi didn't speak any more, just worried.

The man from his side over, walked a few steps, stopped, turned back to command, "find someone to take care of her, if she made a little mistake, I take you to ask."

Cheng Chi just looks at his body's injury and his already faded face, and doesn't speak.

The man was angry, "deaf? Didn't you hear me? "

After thinking about it for two seconds, Cheng Chi pursed his lips and replied, "yes, young master."