Seven nights spoiled marriage: mysterious husband bully body

"Don't make me hate you." Ann's eyes were black and white, and her palms were on horting's chest.

They had a lot of intimate moments, in this room and this bed. At this time, it all turned into suffering. She felt like a fish on the chopping board.

Huo tingshen was stunned, and then he laughed, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, just a shallow layer, like the frozen water in the deep winter, thin but very cold.

"When did you stop hating me?" Horting's deep fingers glided down Ann's face and rubbed, "I'm so kind to you, do you still want to go?"

Husky low voice, like a fine embroidery needle in the heart, sharp pain let her have a moment of absence.

Yeah, he used to be so nice to her.

"I want to see Dad." Ann, every word.

Huo tingshen's palm slipped from Ann's face and fell directly on the pillow beside her hair. He lowered his head and bit her lips. The smell of blood diffused in their mouths.

Ann struggled hard, but could not resist the strength of Huo tingshen. Tears of humiliation fell down from the corner of her eyes and down her cheek.

"Don't cry -" he kisses her eyelashes, her eyes, her nose, her lips.

Ann was shaking all over, and her tears couldn't stop.

Why did it become what it is today?

She is like a lamb imprisoned by fate, the weak resistance seems so insignificant.

"Does he kiss you like that?"

An is excited and sober suddenly. He pushes Huo tingshen away with both hands. He is pushed and staggers. In a moment, an has found a small black pistol from under the pillow. The muzzle of the black pistol is facing Huo tingshen's chest.

"Don't push me any more!" "Where's daddy?" cried Ashley? Give me back my father! "

She will take them away from this place and never come back.

Horting held the muzzle of the gun and moved toward his heart: "here! Shoot

She had a gun at him.

"You, don't force me..."

Ann half knelt on the bed and kept retreating. Because of the tearing just now, her hair was scattered on her white neck. The blue and purple kisses on her clavicle were very obvious. Her face was full of tears and she looked flustered.

"Don't push me!" Ann screamed twice, and the pistol banged at the telephone board.

In the deafening sound, Ann put her hands around her hair and let out a painful sob in her mouth.

I don't know how long later, the surrounding area was quiet again. When she looked up again, she was the only one left in the room. Horting didn't know when she had left.

The bedroom was in a mess. She threw away her pistol and sat down on the bed with tears on her face.

The rapid car like a sharp dagger straight into the heart of the night.

Huo tingshen looked cold and stern. He held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped up. He was more annoyed than angry.

At this moment, he is not willing to force her.

No, he doesn't have to be her.

"In half an hour, I'll be there."

Huo tingshen's eyes are cold. He turns the steering wheel at the intersection. The car stops at the door of an independent villa. The light of the villa suddenly lights up, and then he gets off. The door of the villa has been opened. Huang ruomei stands at the door in her home cotton pajamas, with spring water in her eyes.

Half an hour ago, she was about to go to bed. When she received a call from Huo tingshen, she thought she had heard the wrong thing. She repeatedly confirmed that he was coming, and her whole joy was about to fly to heaven.

I thought it would be more difficult for her to get close to him this time. But I didn't expect that she pushed him back. I was ready to wait for him.

"Did you have dinner?" Huang ruomei smiles and greets Huo tingshen into the door. Seeing the flashing camera in the dark, she smiles even more, "I've made soup. How about a bowl of it?"

Huo tingshen grabs Huang ruomei's wrist, pulls her to her arms and stares at her: "do you like me?"

Huang ruomei's face was flushed, and her arms wrapped around Huo tingshen's neck. Her voice was soft and charming: "I'd like to be with you all the time."

Huo tingshen's eyes were deep. With a push of his backhand, he pressed the person on the sofa and looked at the person under him.

Bi an is clever and obedient. It seems that she is more beautiful than an

Seeing Huo tingshen's lips slowly pressing down, Huang ruomei happily closed her eyes. From today on, Huo tingshen is her.

Once she becomes Mrs. Huo, no woman is allowed to seduce her husband.

But for a second or two, she suddenly felt that her weight was light, and suddenly opened her eyes. Huo tingshen stood up and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"What's the matter? Am I doing it wrong? " Huang ruomei, blushing and biting her lips, reached out to pull huoting's deep arm, but he dodged. With a "clatter" in her heart, her eyes were filled with tears, "master of the family..."

Huo Ting's deep eyes were cold and stern, and turned indifferently: "I'm gone."

He opened the door and left. The wind came in through the crack of the door. Huang ruomei's hair was blown up and her eyes were gradually fierce. Huang ruomei's teeth were biting on her red lips and bleeding: "an! I will never lose to you! "

The next morning, the headlines of Huo Ting's late night exploration of Huang ruomei's boudoir appeared in all major media newspapers. The beautiful headlines with photos of Huo Ting's deep face set off an uproar.

"Huo Ting is blind..." Hao Linlin crumples the newspaper into a ball and throws it to the ground. Her irritable appearance has no noble appearance under the camera.

The paper ball rolled to Ann's feet. She bent down to pick it up and flattened it slowly. When she saw the photo, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, like being stabbed by a needle.

After he left last night, he went to see Huang ruomei?

Uncomfortable feeling in the heart of dense and up, but a long time of temper has made her happy and angry, and even directed at Hao Linlin smile: "jealous?"

"Jealous? Me Hao Linlin pointed her nose and didn't have a good airway. "Shouldn't you be jealous? You are the real wife of Huo tingshen! How can such a woman be allowed to climb over your head and act like a bully? "

Is an's smile worthy of the name? In her opinion, it's just a matter of name.

In the two years that she left, didn't he live like this all the time?

Seeing Ann's lack of interest, she didn't want to continue this topic. Hao Linlin also diverts her attention wisely: "the crew said that they would see the finished cheongsam on the 10th of next month, 50 pieces. Is it time?"

Ann turned over the work schedule on the desk, pondered a little, bowed his head to calculate for a while, and then replied, "no problem."

"Then it's OK." Hao Linlin put on her oversized sunglasses, covered most of her face with a mask, picked up her bag and left. "Call whenever you have something."

Ann waved her hand and sat on the sofa, looking at the newspaper on the desk. The camera was very close. Huo tingshen's side face was as cold and angular as ever, which made her heart ache.

She took a deep breath, got up and sat down at the desk, forcing herself to devote herself to her work, with her pen drawing graceful lines.

At the beginning, Ann wanted to distract herself from thinking about these messy things, but later her thoughts opened up, and her inspiration poured in continuously, and the whole person fell into the beautiful cheongsam after cheongsam, unaware that it was almost noon.

Huo tingshen has acquired the whole shopping mall. Today he is going to sign a contract. In fact, such a thing can be solved by sending a supervisor, but he is here.

And came to the floor where Zimo studio is located.

Across the huge glass wall, Huo tingshen saw an who was different from anything before. She pressed the manuscript paper in one hand and held a pencil in the other. Sometimes she frowned and sometimes she was happy. The whole person was like a fresh and vivid sunflower. She could not move her eyes.

And he had never found such a woman before.

An Hua's devotion, a wisp of hair hanging down, fell on her cheek and blocked her sight. She raised her hand and lifted it up. Her sight moved up, and she stepped back two steps. When did Huo tingshen come in? Why didn't she hear a sound?

"Am I scary?" Huo tingshen sat on the worktable, picked up the paper on the desk and turned it over. He was very surprised. In just two years, has Ann changed?

Ann pursed her lips and looked at the man one step away: "what's the matter?"

"I came to see my wife. Must something be wrong?"

Huo tingshen's hands are on the work table, and the male's prestige comes to her face, which makes Ann feel a little difficult to breathe.

His hot breath fell on her face and touched the sensitive nerves on her skin. A blush spread from her earlobe to her cheek.

Ann awkwardly don't head: "you are not like this before."

Not so sharp, not so overbearing.

"I've always been like this." Huo tingshen suddenly smiles, revealing two rows of neat teeth. The whole studio lights up, but the voice has no temperature. "It's just different for you."

But you don't cherish it.

Calm panic, fingers on the workbench, eyes do not know where to put, eyes suddenly fell on the paper on the coffee table.

"Let go of me!" She pushed Huo tingshen away, stepped back two steps and straightened her clothes. "New love and old love, Huo always has the ability to do it."

Huo tingshen also saw the newspaper. His slender fingers picked up the newspaper, swept it, and handed it to Ann: "is there nothing Mrs. Huo wants to say?"

Two people four eyes opposite, in the middle of a thin newspaper.

He looked at her, as long as she had a clear attitude, he would treat her as well as before.

She also looked at him, he and she separated from too many missed and misunderstandings, can not go back to the past.

"I don't like to interfere in other people's affairs." Ann pushed away the newspaper and went to the desk to tidy up the paper. "I'm going to start working."

Horting's deep and weak hope was dashed, and his voice gradually cooled: "I hope your manuscript can satisfy me."

"Do your best."

Huo Ting pushed the door and left. Ann slowly raised her head. Her pencil fell on the desk and drew a light ink on the white paper.

"What do you think I should say?" She smiles bitterly, takes a deep breath, picks up a pencil and starts drawing again.