domesticated vicious dog

Chapter 1: Garden of Eden
The sun is setting, and the red-hot blood is floating in the sea of ​​clouds, softly drowning the blazing soul that is gradually cooling down.

The man is tall and tall, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He buttoned the cuffs, put on the dark blue suit jacket that was placed on the back of the chair due to business affairs, and after patiently smoothing out every fold on the delicate fabric, he picked up the red gift box that had been waiting on the desk and pushed it away. Office door.

"Mr. Gu." A woman with dark brown curly hair was holding a document in her hand. When she saw him, her black eyes flashed like sequins.

She lowered her glasses with the hand holding the pen, and said with a smile, "Are you going on a date?"

Other people who were busy at their workstations also turned their heads.

The man walked over, and everyone looked down at the computer in unison, as if they had seen a ghost.

Only Nie Nanzhi was still looking at him teasingly, and the two separated after a few words.

Nie Nanzhi looked at the man's stern and elegant back, and what he said just now echoed in his mind:

"Well, I have to meet an important person."

When she parachuted into Su's executive, he had already become the boss of the group. It was actually inappropriate to say "old" because he was the youngest person in power she had ever seen in this position.

They have known each other for nearly three years, and Nie Nanzhi only knows that he is a loner who leans on a tall building, a workaholic who plays tricks.If the abnormality of his getting off work early a few days ago can be attributed to exhaustion, then today...

She couldn't help squinting her eyes, chewing those few words full of reverie.

an important person...

The black Bentley left the groggy twilight behind, drove to the suburbs, climbed the winding road, and stopped in front of a beautiful small western-style building that looked like a flower house.

Everything is quiet, and occasionally you can hear the rustling of the wind passing through the treetops, and the hidden black cicadas chirp, with a hoarse voice, burning the last breath of life in the embers at the end of September.

The man walked up to the yellow-brown wooden door, and a small black machine on the door immediately lit up, like a strict sentinel, and began to check the fingerprints, voice, face and irises of visitors.

A green prompt appeared, and after entering a series of complex passwords, the door finally opened.

Darkness and air-conditioning hit, disturbing the grass and trees outside in the mist.

This is a garden that resembles Eden, with a golden and jade exterior wrapped in a steel-like prison.

And now, apparently, its warden is back.

The leather shoes stepped on the curved stairs, and the man stood still at the door of a room on the second floor, and pressed his fingerprints again.

The room was so dark that it sank even when the wind passed by.

He didn't see the slender figure that haunted his dreams for the first time, and the man's eyebrows furrowed silently.

He put on his shoes, closed the door, and slowly put the gift box on the table.

"Are you playing hide and seek with me?"

With a chuckle, he scanned the room with his eyes, and finally locked on the obviously protruding silk cloth by the window.

"Let me guess, are you thinking right now, don't let that mad dog find me, huh?"

The deep voice was deliberately squeezed out to imitate the delicate voice of the little girl, but the moment the big palm touched the curtain, the man suddenly turned around, rushed towards the door with a stride, and pushed the little man who appeared out of nowhere against the door , pressed in his arms.

The door that had just opened a gap was shut hard.

"Sister, where else do you want to escape to?"

Heavy breathing fell on his face, Su Deng's moist eyes stared at the face close at hand, his chapped lips were tightly pressed, his thin lotus-like arms raised, and he slapped the person in front of him forcefully.

The man's head was not crooked, he kissed the corner of her mouth, stretched out his hand to smooth the slightly messy hair from her temples, and straightened the slightly slipped shoulder straps of the white dress.

"Cough, cough, how long will I be locked up..." The woman's suddenly raised voice made her cough violently after a day without water.

"It's wrong, sister." The man caressed her back, "There are a lot of things in the company today, so I'm late."

He carried her to the big soft bed in the middle of the room, wrapped her around her waist from behind, held a cup in the other hand, and fed her water.

The knife-like throat was slightly soothed by the sweetness and moistness, and the woman pulled some distance away from him.

"Gu Mo, it's been three days."

"To be precise, it is two days, sixteen hours and four minutes."

"Jiang Zhou will find here soon."

"Oh?"

Gu Mo's hand paused, and he put the water glass on the bedside. The light in his eyes suddenly sank like weak water, and he twirled his fingertips, teasing her pink lips.

"Are you so confident in him?" His brows and eyes were bent, and jealousy was shining in his coquettish eyes.

"Everyone knows about my return to China, and I am the future daughter-in-law of the Jiang family. How long do you think it will take for them to rescue me? Or, you can think about how many years you will be in prison?"

The woman bit down hard on the knuckles that broke into her mouth, her white teeth clenched tightly, as if she wanted to bite off the part that went in.

Pain appeared on Gu Mo's face, but in the next second, his other hand reached into the white skirt and moved upward, and the soft touch spread from the fingertips to the cerebral cortex.

For a moment, happiness immediately gained the upper hand on that pretty face.

The water vapor in his eyes blurred, and he was still calling her sister, telling her to work harder.

The woman pressed his hand, poohed with disgust in her eyes, opened and closed her pink lips, and began to greet the eighteen generations of the ancestors in front of her with the most embarrassing and vicious words in the world, and tried to have an improper relationship with the latter.

A coquettish smile burst from the corner of Gu Mo's mouth, and he threw her down in the snow-white softness.

The scolding stopped abruptly, and the woman had difficulty breathing for a moment.

"Don't worry about the dead, my suggestion is..." He approached her pink ear, "Sister, why don't you just play with me."

"roll!"

Before he finished speaking, he brought the circle of blood on his index finger close to her lips, and the woman turned her head, but was strangled by the back of her head.

In an instant, accompanied by a hint of bitter fragrance, the thick rusty smell filled the nose.

In the dim twilight, the pale complexion of the woman was in perfect contrast with the bright thin lips. Gu Mo raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and stroked her fragile skin with his fingertips.

"So lovely."

"It looks good on your father..."

The huge shadow instantly pressed down, and the big palm supported half of her face, like holding up a broken flower in the pouring rain, which could not be dodged and was extremely fragile.

The breath was taken away, and the woman frowned in pain.

Madness is like a torrential rain, and it will not rest until death.

After a long time, the two separated.

The woman panted softly, and finally roared like an eruption: "You are an ambitious, greedy bastard, the entire Su Clan is under your feet now, are you satisfied? Now, what else do you want?"

Gu Mo shook his head casually, "Will my sister not know what I want?"

Suddenly, the monstrous anger died down, and Su Deng stopped struggling.

"Let me go, just remember the past love."

"Su Deng, how dare you mention it to me!"

Furious, Su Deng couldn't help closing her eyes, and soon, she felt cold fingertips caressing her eyelids.

"Sister, don't say these things are good, Amo can't listen to this."

madman.

Su Deng opened her eyes, looking at the person in front of her who turned anger into laughter in an instant, she turned her head with cold eyes.

"Gu Mo, you still think of yourself as a child, and just grab what you want? Su Tanmo is really blind. Back then, he took in you, a wolf-hearted mother and son."

She sneered, as if thinking of something, her mouth became more and more anxious.

"He's dead now, why aren't you dead yet? You should have died in that rainy alley a long time ago!"

"You are still the same as before. If you are unhappy, you will tell me to die. But I know, my sister can't bear me. But..."

Gu Mo touched the tip of her nose, caressing her soft belly with his slender hands, breathing unsteadily.

"There is one sentence you said wrong. When I was young, I didn't dare to treat you like this. Instead, I wished to hold you up and regard you as a god. If you want me to live, I will live, and if you want me to die, I will die for you. But I Later, I found out that this was not a good way to get any benefits, but instead caused you to run away with other wild men."

"Didn't you just ask me what I want? Sister, I don't want much. This time, give yourself to me."

There was pain in her waist, and Su Deng's heart suddenly rang out, and she struggled with both hands and feet.

But it was not enough, Gu Mo smiled and tore off the tie, and tied her hands on the head of the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he got out of bed and elegantly opened the red gift box on the table.

The sound of steel colliding with the lock ring rang in the dim room, reverberating, and Gu Mo walked towards her again with a smile.

The moment his eyes touched the object in his hand, Su Deng's eyes widened uncontrollably, as if a dying man saw the god of death, dragging a winding cloak and holding a sickle like a moon blood, approaching step by step.

"No..." She shook her head in horror.

"Sister, you don't know how much I like you, but you always want to leave me. You always just give up on me. When will you be good and stay by my side forever?"

"Are you crazy?"

Su Deng stared at the bed, shrank his legs, but was pulled by Gu Mo, the soft skin was surrounded by cold objects.

If someone looks at Nanling from a certain direction at this moment, with excellent eyesight, they will see a woman with waterfall-like long hair and a white skirt on her shoulders in the French window hidden by the forest. At this moment, a tall man with bent legs Bending and kneeling in front of her, prostrate on the ground like a beast, admiring the saint who is about to be sacrificed.

The woman's body trembled, but she couldn't take another step back, because on her ankle exposed to the air, the thick iron chain that was of medium size and tightly ensnared her was stretched to the limit at this moment.

Deep magnetic laughter spread in the hazy light.

Gu Mo seemed to be admiring an exquisite work of art, "It's so beautiful."

He hugged her again, "Sister, we have to settle the previous account slowly, we can't just let it go, understand?"

As if there was no need to respond at all, he continued to mutter.

"It's just that from now on, everything from your soul to your flesh and blood can only be mine."

"My sister can only be mine."

Sighing in his ears, Su Deng's dilated pupils were gradually shrouded in despair.

She closed her eyes, and the broken time of the past 25 years flashed in her mind. She thought of that roaring rainy day again, and thought of the muddy boy who fell into the rain pool.

If only he hadn't been saved.

Su Deng felt his consciousness gradually fall into the abyss of groggy.

If she hadn't walked into that alley, everything that followed would not have happened. Su Tanmo would not have married Gu Shuhui, and she would never have touched the dirty truth.

Not to mention being imprisoned in this desolate world by her titular stepbrother like now.

(End of this chapter)