President Satan, don't love me

Chapter 22 I Just Have No Conscience

She looked at herself in the mirror, the bright red hickey on her neck seemed ironic.

In stark contrast to the nearly faded scars on her body.

She clenched her hands tightly, and suddenly smashed the crystal toothbrushing cup at the mirror.

The mirror shattered.

She took off her bathrobe, went back under the faucet, and desperately washed away the traces of his touch on her body.

very disgusting.

She hated herself like this, hated, really hated.

After washing, she stood in front of the broken mirror to re-examine herself.

The sadness in my heart is still uncontrollable.

She returned to the room, grabbed a handful of candy from the transparent box, put it on the table, peeled it off piece by piece, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Her cell phone rang suddenly, and she saw the word 'An Xin' displayed on the incoming call.

She sneered and picked it up.

On the other end of the phone, An Xin's heart-piercing roar came.

"An Ran, you bitch, you dare to touch Yu Chen, just wait for me, I will not let you go, I will tear you apart."

An Ran smiled calmly: "You should thank me for reminding you, this is the last time I will notify you, and next time, I will just leave him by the pillow to linger."

"An Ran, you are just like your mother, do you think Yu Chen will like you? He just finds someone to vent out on because I can't be with him now. You are like a prostitute, you know."

"Relax, I have warned you, don't mention my mother, you are not qualified, just listen to me, as long as I don't allow it, you will never be able to hold on to this man, just wait and see if you don't believe me."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

She must win Qiao Yuchen's heart, definitely.

In the early morning of the next day, the door of An Ran's room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the sound was very loud.

An Ran opened her eyes, she no longer had the nervousness of those two days when she just came out of prison.

The person who saw the door was Qiao Yuchen.

She pursed her lips, her voice hoarse: "Good morning, husband."

Qiao Yuchen stepped forward, threw off the quilt, leaned forward, and bit her lip as punishment.

An Ran was in pain, frowned, and pushed him: "Qiao Yuchen, what are you doing."

"Who borrowed your courage to call An Xin last night."

An Ran frowned: "There is really no secret between you."

"An Ran, I'm warning you, she hasn't recovered yet, you'd better not mess with her, otherwise..."

"I know, it's just a matter of minutes to send me back to prison," she smiled under him.

"Do not laugh."

"Don't laugh, are you going to cry? Or, Qiao always likes cute and pitiful crybabys? Then I'm really sorry, I can't cry, and I can't pretend to be cute and pitiful in front of you."

She tried to push him twice, trying to push him away, but the difference in strength between the two was too great.

"Mr. Qiao, please step aside."

Qiao Yuchen's eyes were cold and he didn't move.

An Ran pursed her lips: "Mr. Qiao, as I said before, I'm not ready yet. It's Mr. Qiao who insists on forcing people to make things difficult. A contract is a contract, and if it's fake, it won't become real after all. If I didn't call An Xin last night , we have cooked raw rice into cooked rice, and we are really sorry for my sister."

"I'm sorry? A person like you who has no conscience knows what it means to be sorry? Did you know that last night, because of your phone call, An Xin walked outside the gate of hell again."

"No conscience..." She looked at his face and murmured silently.

After a moment of confusion, her eyes became firm again.

"Yes, I just don't have a conscience. Is such a thing worth money? If it's not, why should I impose it on myself?
Qiao Yuchen, do you know how painful it is to grit your teeth and go through eighty catastrophes, only to realize that if you want to become a Buddha, you just need to put down the butcher's knife?If you don't know, don't pretend to be a great saint here.

I, An Ran, have never said that I am a good person with a conscience, so I don't need others to teach me to sing praises.What does An Xin's life and death have to do with me? There are so many people in this world, do I have to count their lives on my head? "

"You..." Enraged by her words, Qiao Yuchen raised his hand and slapped her face.

(End of this chapter)