The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 2: Forgive You Not To Die
Si Lan opened his eyes, and he was still lying on the concrete floor, his whole body was cold and lifeless; the dazzling light came in through the window, driving away all the haze in the room.Touching his neck, he couldn't help cursing, "It's really unlucky, how could I pass out on the ground."

When he was about to stand up, there was a sudden "bang", the door was knocked open, and the dilapidated wooden door was directly scrapped, and all the people who walked in were wearing black suits, sunglasses, and serious expressions.

Si Lan blinked his eyes several times, opened his mouth wide, and shouted angrily: "Hey! Who are you? Why did you kick down the door of my house? You pay me money! Lose money!"

"As long as you hand over the things, I will give you whatever you want!" A deep voice sounded, and then Si Lan saw the man walking in from the outside——

Wearing a well-known suit, the whole body exudes arrogance and unruly atmosphere, sword-browed stretched sharp phoenix eyes, sexy thin lips under the tall nose with a slight smile; fair skin, stern lines outline a delicate outline.

Si Lan couldn't help swallowing his saliva. After spending so long in the bar, he had never seen a man more bewitching than him.

"Have you seen enough?" When he pursed his lips and smiled, he showed eight white teeth, and the smile in those dark eyes made Si Lan couldn't help thinking of a kind of animal - smiling tiger!

"Who are you? Why are you kicking the door of my house? This is very expensive! You must at least pay me... 500 yuan!" Si Lan opened his eyes and said nonsense, but in fact, the wooden door can be bought from a big market for 50 yuan. came back.

The man took out a stack of RMB from his wallet, with a slight smile on his lips: "As long as you hand over the things, these are all yours."

"Things?" Si Lan frowned, wondering: "It's only natural for you to lose money for breaking my door. What do you want me to give you? Who are you guys?"

A trace of impatience flashed across the man's handsome face, and his smile cooled down, "It seems that the lady is toasting and not eating fine wine."

"you……"

Snapped--

As soon as Si Lan opened his mouth, he was slapped hard by him in a hurry, and he fell to the ground directly, with stars in his eyes; his cheeks were tingling with pain, and there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears.

The man gave her a look, and the standing men in black swarmed up and touched her body...

"What are you going to do? Don't touch me...let me go...you bastards! You bandits and bandits...you beasts, not people..."

Si Lan's horrified screams failed to stop their invasion, and they touched every part of his body.One of the men walked up to the man and shook his head.

The man's phoenix eyes tightened, and the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer: "Miss Si Lan, is that right?"

"How do you know my name?" Si Lan's half face was swollen like a pig's head, and he stared at him viciously: "Beast! I will definitely call the police and arrest you, and put you in prison for the rest of my life."

The man seemed to have never heard of it, "If you don't want to die, just tell me where you hid the things. Hand it over, and I will spare you!"

"Ah bah!" Si Lan spat angrily on his expensive suit, "Bastard! I don't even know what you're talking about. Do you think you're the emperor? Please spare me..."

"Beat her until her bones are turned into mud, and see if she says it or not!" The man closed his eyes, his cold voice was emotionless.

Si Lan's eyes flicked, and before she could speak, the man's iron-like fists had already landed on her body, like a storm, densely packed, and the severe pain made her scream uncontrollably, miserable and desolate...

Every time I want to pass out, I will be awakened by the pain. What the hell happened, what do these people want to hand over?
Consciousness is constantly slackening, and the scene in front of him is constantly changing, from the orphanage to the school, to the bar...

I'm sorry, Dean, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on this time...

"stop."

The moment his eyelids drooped, he seemed to hear a pleasant voice, as gentle as jade; Si Lan didn't know where the strength came from, and instinctively grabbed the suit pants that appeared in front of him, holding them tightly, not letting go.

The fist didn't seem to come down anymore, I felt a warm liquid slipping down from my forehead, sticking to my cheeks, sticking to my eyelashes, blurring my vision...

"help me……"

The man bent down and held her bloodstained fingers, feeling her trembling, pursed his thin lips, and raised his sweet voice again: "Okay..."

(End of this chapter)