I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Later Wen Huaizhi attended all kinds of high-class banquets more frequently than before.

If he was gentle and indifferent in the past, attending these banquets was just for normal social needs, so that his situation would not be so difficult.

Then, Wen Huaizhi seemed to have completely changed overnight.

That seemed to be a watershed moment concerning his life and destiny.

His eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were still smiling, but the temperature of his eyes never reached his eyes.He has become even more popular than before, especially among young girls. The once gentle and stunning boy seemed to have been completely wiped out of this world after he entered high school.

He began to become eager for quick success, he began to have a desire, and this desire was nourished as the days passed.

He has changed and become more mature. He has learned to hide all his thoughts in his heart and not show them at all.

He took advantage of his status as an illegitimate child to start befriending some dandy young masters. Because of his charm and intelligence, he is good at handling interpersonal relationships. He knows how to play with people's hearts and maximize his benefits.

When he was in high school, he began to hang out in some private clubs where he had a good time, and he was always the most refined and refined among the group of wealthy young masters. He was not contaminated with the extravagant habits of that group of people at all.

He always sits in the box, takes off his suit jacket, and leans on the sofa lazily and elegantly. He does not refuse alcohol and cigarettes, with a smile on his lips. He looks worse than those young men. , he seems to be the most flowery and coolest one.

But if you look carefully, you will find that among the group of people, he is the one with the most restraint and abstinence.He wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and there was a warm smile in his eyes hidden under the lenses. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and while he was puffing, his jade-like face became gentle and noble.

His side face sometimes looks very cold, he obviously did all kinds of bad things with the group of drinking and meat friends around him, and he was even more ruthless than them when doing things.

Sometimes he even thought they were too cowardly.

He was in Vanity Fair, he knew that in this kind of Colosseum, where he would be eaten to the bone if he was not careful, he could only be more ruthless, so cruel that he could not even give up the most basic human nature, so that he could survive alone .

Because of this, he puts on a gentleman's skin like this, but in private he is sanctimonious and unscrupulous, that's why those sons and daughters will play with him.

They need him so badly.

In this way, Wen Huaizhi got acquainted with wealthy princes one after another, and turned them into his own resources.

They thought they were using Wen Huaizhi as a knife, but they didn't know that Wen Huaizhi was the biggest low-key boss. He knew human nature well and knew how bad human nature was. repentance.

Whenever there is a dinner party, Wen Huaizhi will always drink a lot of alcohol. When he arrives at such an impetuous place, he feels like a dream, a dream of indulgence. what to do.

He is very wise and close to a monster, and every time he says something, it makes these princes laugh heartily.

Wen Huaizhi smiled every time, but couldn't help but cast aside in his heart.

These teenage kids are a bunch of idiots, and you can guess what they're thinking without having to use your brain.

A bunch of vulgar idiots.

Wen Huaizhi is awake, but it seems that he is not sober.

Like a fragment, the picture in front of him was real and false. He toasted and drank a lot of wine.

Many blurred images appeared in front of Wen Huaizhi's eyes. Countless hands were holding wine glasses towards him, and he also saw the ugly faces of those teenagers. It's no different from a primitive monkey with a bare butt.

He also saw himself in the eyes of others, wearing the most formal high-priced suit, eyes under the glasses are charmingly closed, a face so gentle, but it doesn't seem to be him, because his eyes are full of greed, full of love. Quick success.

wake up.

When the last person in the box passed out drunk, Wen Huaizhi's eyelids drooped, and he threw the glass with half a glass of whiskey in his hand on the ground, breaking it into pieces.

The gentle smile on his face gradually faded.

He was sitting on the sofa, his long legs were open because they were too long.

At this time, he suddenly bent down violently like a teenager who can't drink, covered his neck with his hands, and retched uncontrollably there.

Can't spit out anything.

The spicy alcohol burned his stomach, like sulfuric acid, corroding his stomach bit by bit, like being forced to pour hot oil, the pain made him almost unable to straighten up.

He was like an ignorant teenager who had tasted alcohol for the first time but was poured into it. He retched there, and the pain made him want to roll all over the floor.

Can't spit out anything.

In the extravagant private room, red banknotes were scattered all over the floor, countless bottles of high-end wine were opened on the table, and the drunk and unconscious sons were lying at his feet one by one in the ugliest posture, lying on the aisle, full of people. The choking smell of alcohol in the room seems to be telling what a carnival that happened not long ago.

After the carnival, only Wen Huaizhi was left sitting soberly in the cold room.

It is clear that there are thousands of flowers in the bushes, but not a single leaf touches the body.

He looked at all the ugly faces of the rich boys in a cold and numb manner, and the smell of alcohol in the room made him want to vomit.

He got up expressionlessly, stepped on an unconscious man ruthlessly, and came to the balcony alone.

There are skyscrapers everywhere in front of him, and the most expensive part of the city is crawling under his feet.

The night swallowed everyone silently, Wen Huaizhi looked at the dark blue night, turned on the lighter and smoked a cigarette as usual.

His desire is like this bottomless night.

He is getting more and more greedy.

From being self-sufficient at the beginning, he was controlled by desire bit by bit in the end, becoming a slave of desire.

As soon as he tasted the sweetness of desire, he would never stop.

Wen Huaizhi's desire was quickly discovered by his father, who had such terrifying ambitions before he was an adult.

His father suddenly and unexpectedly discovered that the young man in front of him was like a dangerous and fierce little wolf, who might stab him in the back at any time in the future and eat his bones.

As soon as such signs were found, the man was whipped even more hysterically.

He beat him to pieces like he was beating an animal.

And every time Wen Huaizhi still had his lips curled up, with a gentle smile on his face, but he never looked back, he refused to say a word of begging for mercy, and there was only madness left in those long bent eyes.

He was really a wolf. His relatives did not recognize the wolf who was so hungry that he even ate his relatives.

Obviously disgusted to the extreme in his heart, but no matter how busy that man is, he will choose a good day and auspicious day to sit in his luxury car at regular intervals, and come to his house to beat him again, causing him to faint and fall to his knees in pain.

For men, this seems to be some kind of ancient ritual, which just proves that he is Lao Tzu, the one who steps on him and wields supreme power.

Whenever this "sacred" ceremony was held, the man's heart seemed to be washed, with an unprecedented tranquility, and he felt waves of trembling from the soul.

This time was no exception.

Wen Huaizhi could see the puzzlement in her eyes and the strong thirst for knowledge, that's why he used such a despicable way without any room for vindication to force her back.

Sure enough, as he expected, he got a slap from the girl in anger.

With strong anger and hatred in her eyes, she cursed the dirtiest thing she could say, and then ran away without looking back.

Wen Huaizhi also knew that he was lowly, the path he walked was originally gloomy and there was no light at all, he was born to live in a dirty gutter.

He only felt that Jiang Chacha scolded him too lightly and didn't know him well enough. If she knew everything about him, she might think he was worse than a beast.

That kiss really made him look like a beast.

I just hope that she better not cry.

Wen Huaizhi's expression was calm, and when he heard the sound of a car stopping at the door of the villa, he put away all his emotions, and went to the room where the "ceremony" was held as usual.

That dark room filled with the smell of blood every time once made him suffer from claustrophobia.

Wen Huaizhi performed the ceremony as usual.

When the man came back this time, he was not in a good mood, so that he took a whip as thick as a baby's wrist, and beat him to death without leaving any room. bloody smell.

The kiss before the execution is like the anesthetic before the painful operation, and also like the sweet painkiller.

Obviously, the whip hit his back again and again with deep bloodstains visible to the bones, but Wen Huaizhi pressed his tongue against the palate, squinting his eyes as if he couldn't feel the pain, reminiscing about the sweetness of the girl's red lips just now, he suddenly felt that it wasn't It hurts so much, it can be a little harder.

There was madness in Wen Huaizhi's eyes.

This ancient ceremony was held for a full half an hour.

Half an hour later, the man was probably tired from the beating, so he threw the whip casually, finally stretched his eyebrows in relief, and finally left without even looking at the young man on the ground.

A long time after he left, Wen Huaizhi, who was beaten on the ground like an animal in a slaughterhouse, moved his body slowly.

Enduring the pain like tearing his flesh, he slowly stood up.

The black T-shirt on his body had already stuck to the unrecognizable flesh and blood, as if it had grown together with the flesh inside.

Wen Huaizhi took off his clothes expressionlessly.

The cloth was sticking to flesh and blood, and when he took off his clothes, it seemed as if he wanted to tear off his layer of skin that was already bleeding from flesh and blood.

But he didn't even frown.

He doesn't seem human.

Not animals either.

It's more like a ghost, because ghosts can't feel pain.

After half an hour, Wen Huaizhi put on a black shirt again, and walked out of the dark room where the animals were kept.

That's why he usually loves black very much, because the dark black clothes can cover all his unbearable things tightly, making it invisible to the sky, just like he has never lived in the sun in his life.

He lowered his eyes, his gentle face was as pale as paper, and he walked out while buttoning the shirt button on his collar with one hand.

But when he walked out, he found a slender body standing at the door.

Wen Huaizhi stopped buttoning his hands, but he didn't raise his eyes, but pursed his lips and tightened his fingers.