Dumb Wife in Powerful Family

Because she was tied up for too long and tight, she left a purple mark on her wrist, which I'm afraid will not fade in a short time. Nianen knows that this is a warning from Feng Chenglin that she should always remember her identity and what punishment she will face if she forgets this matter.

"Well, don't stand up, sit down and eat together."

It was almost midnight and Nian en had no appetite at all. What she ate in the afternoon was like a stone in her heart. However, she still took up her rice bowl, put the tips of her chopsticks in the bowl and poked them back and forth. Occasionally, she took a bite of food and didn't eat it. She just put it in the bowl.

Contrary to the insipidity of her food, Feng Chenglin's appetite is excellent. His body seems to have a strong antibody to alcohol. Only a few hours later, he has completely recovered.

Seeing that there was almost a hill coming out of the bowl, Feng Chenglin stopped and said, "I know you can't eat it. Don't act like it. It's late. Go to bed, too

After hearing this, Nian en felt relieved and put down his bowl. He was about to get up. Feng Chenglin continued, "don't sleep in the guest room today. Come to the master bedroom. The husband and wife always have separate beds. It's hard to hear it coming out."

He cleaned up the dishes on the table and went downstairs with the garbage bag. Nian en found a quiet corner at random and sat down regardless of whether the ground was clean or not.

It was midnight, and the community was quiet, cloudy and moonless, and the stars were dim. In addition to a few rooms on the high-rise, the windows of other people's houses also showed faint lights, and the whole community was dark.

Nian en buried his face in his palm, and he did not know how long he sat in the dark.

She knew that she could not escape this barrier. She knew from the day when Feng Chenglin broke her face. She thought that after such a long time, she was ready, but when this moment really arrived, she found that the psychological construction she had done before was in vain.

At the moment, she was more afraid than when Feng Chenglin held her throat.

Back in the room, she took a shower and, with her wet hair, came to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the red wooden door of the master bedroom, nianen finds Feng Chenglin lying on the Queen's big bed, holding an economic magazine in his hand. He beckons to nianen and walks slowly to the other side of the bed.

Lifting the thin quilt, Nen sat on the edge of the bed. The drops of water from his hair fell on the white brocade sheet, which soon wet a small piece of the sheet.

"Why are you so far away from me? I have thorns on me

"Your hair is not dry, I'm afraid you'll wet your clothes." Nian en whispered.

Feng Chenglin laughed, "I'm not afraid."

With that, he pulled nianen into his arms. Like a string puppet, nianen was held in his chest and looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling which was said to have been bought from Austria thousands of miles away.

Neither of them was willing to speak. The room was strangely quiet. With the passage of time, nianen's hand held tightly to the front of her chest where Feng Chenglin could not see her. She did not dare to move or even breathe. She was afraid that her weak move would bring irreparable disaster.

She didn't know that Feng Chenglin was more nervous than she was.

The warm body of a woman clings to his chest, and her back fluctuates slightly when she breathes. Her nerves, which are strained by tension, come from her body with a faint smell of milk. This is her favorite shampoo smell. Although it is childish, it smells very comfortable. Everything about her makes Feng Chenglin feel very wonderful.

He is a very self-discipline person, perhaps because his mother's early dishonorable behavior, let him become a very hard hearted person very early. This hardness is not only for others, but also for himself.

As an adult, Feng Chenglin had only one girlfriend when he was in college. His family background was very good, and his personal conditions were good. Even in foreign countries, he was also sought after by many girls, but he did not indulge in love.

His love history is very simple, and his love life is clean as if he has a clean habit.

As a young man, his desire is no less than others, but he has been suppressing them for years.

It's like a beast in a cage.

He didn't have time to take care of his feelings, company listing, family disputes. These things were enough to fill his time. When he had time to think about his feelings, the beast was already driven mad by him.

Perhaps it is because of this that he is so eager to get gratitude that he wants to possess her at all costs, even if it destroys her.

But

But God made such a big joke on him. When he finally had a day when he could reasonably and legally own this girl, he couldn't.

The vigorous desire is like being cut off by a knife, such a huge pain, more than the pain of humiliation, let him almost never recover.

The sweet smell of milk mixed with the sweet taste of orange, like an invisible, soft hand, gently scratching the bottom of Feng Chenglin's heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he stretched out a hand and landed on nianen's shoulder.With her back against him, clenching her lips, and refusing to let herself escape or scream, she twisted her arm so hard that no tears could fall.

"Scared?" Feng Chenglin's voice came from behind, "like a cat, the hair on his body is tied up. I'm not a monster. What are you so afraid of me for? "

The performance of nianen made Feng Chenglin a little surprised, but he was very satisfied after the accident. Nianen is so afraid of him, as if he can really bring her any substantial harm. She is afraid of him, not because of what he does to peanuts after he is angry, but because he is afraid of himself. This answer makes Feng Chenglin feel very comfortable.

"I don't have one." Nian en denies. Listen carefully. There is an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

"Take off your clothes, then."

The buttons on the pajamas are made of tortoiseshell and some rare colored shellfish. The buttons are flat and the size of the shell is very valuable. Nian en untied them one by one, and suddenly felt like the hawksbill caught and hanging upside down on the iron hook.

The fisherman kept pouring vinegar on his body until the beautiful armor and flesh were peeled off one by one, and then he was not dead.

The pajamas are made of pure silk. When you untie the buttons, you can't help sliding down nianen's shoulder. As soon as the bare shoulder comes into contact with the air, a layer of light millet rises on the skin. Nianen can't help but want to hold his shoulder with his hand. When he reaches out, Feng Chenglin grabs his wrist.

"Don't move. Let me see you."

Although nianen is thin, she is in good shape. The snow-white skin is transparent under the light light light. Feng can even see the direction of the thin muscles under the skin.

His hand touched nianen's shoulder blade. The bone was small and protruding. It seemed to shake hands, like a broken wing, which made people want to pity her.

Feeling that Nian en was shaking, Feng Chenglin's mouth involuntarily hooked up and took his hand back, "get dressed. Sleep. "

He is a man of great self-control. He knows that his drunken mania has made Nian en's heart resentful. He doesn't want to force her to be too tight, and the rabbit will bite when he is in a hurry. He knows better than anyone else.

Nianen Jane can't believe that Feng Chenglin just let her go. When the arms behind her leave, the bedside lamp makes a light sound, and the room is completely in darkness, Nian en doesn't know that he has really escaped a robbery.

She put on her clothes in the dark, shaking her hands so much that she could hardly button them. When she returned to her own half of the bed, her body was as cold as a piece of ice.

She gently covered her head with a quilt. Soon, a small pool of shallow wet marks appeared on the quilt.

At two o'clock in the morning, Meng Qian, dressed in a tight black suit with a flashlight in his mouth, appeared in the office of the director of Pediatrics in the hospital with the door closed.

All the information of the patients in the hospital is sorted according to the Pinyin of their surnames. Meng Qian searched the file cabinet for a long time, but he didn't find the blood test report Feng Yanmo needed.

Not only the blood test report, but even the most basic patient files are not available. It is as clean as peanuts, and has never been to a doctor here.

Meng Qian frowned. At first, she felt that Feng Yanmo was using cannons to beat mosquitoes. But now it seems that director Xi has some problems, and the problem is not small.

Since all the information about peanuts is not in the filing cabinet, where are they?

Meng Qianyi leaned over and found a safe in the innermost part of his desk.

Meng shallow a smile, "found."

It took a few minutes to open the safe. Meng Qian took out all the peanut files and all the medical reports in the safe. He took photos with his mobile phone and sent the report back intact.

Meng Qian sent all the things in his mobile phone to Feng Yanmo before he entered the house. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and Meng's house was dark and dead.

Meng Qian thought for a moment. Instead of going through the main entrance, she climbed up the second floor along the drainage channel. She opened the sunlight on the ground with a hairpin, and just turned into her bedroom, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her head.

Meng shallow sharp a whirl kick, behind that person seems to have expected, with the arm gently block away, Meng shallow stands, with the hand caresses the chest, "in the middle of the night do not sleep, why ah, scared to death me."

Meng Zongze bared his upper body, frowned and looked unsophisticated. "Well, if you don't go to the main entrance, what are you going crazy about?"

"I'm afraid I'll wake up happy." Meng Qian was right and forceful.

Xiyangyang is the Mencius' guard dog, a pure blood Central Asian Shepherd dog, with long hair. Looking at the back from afar, he looks like a big sheep with variation. When Xi Yangyang was just born, he was abandoned by his foster owner because his appearance was too ugly. Meng Qian picked it up from the garbage heap and gave him a bath and injection in response to Meng Zongze's roar. He naturally snatched Xi Yangyang, who had lost half his life, from Yan Wang's hand.

However, the name of Xiyangyang is only known by Meng Qian. At ordinary times, the people of the Meng family, even the old servants who have been at home for more than ten years, will be far away from it.