Madam Dihao is not good

"Su Shijie, you can't, go away...uh..."

Her lips were blocked again, he pressed her onto the bed, held her buttocks, and tried to pump her up.

Chanel struggled, waving her hand in a mess, and grabbed a water glass next to the bedside table.

"boom!"

The water glass hit Su Shijie's forehead, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces. [

Su Shijie's body stopped suddenly.

Bright red blood flowed from his smashed forehead, meandering over his deep outline, and dripping.

Chanel backed away from him, and quickly grabbed her clothes to wrap her lower body.

Su Shijie reached out and touched the wound on his forehead, blood stuck to his fair fingers.

He didn't seem to believe that she hit him with the quilt, and stared at her deeply for a long while.

"Su Shijie, you, get out"

She clutched at her clothes tremblingly and palely, her teeth chattering a little: "I know you're not drunk, you're sober! Don't think you can hide it from me by pretending to be crazy. Get out, get out now, I don't welcome you here! "

Su Shijie's heart suddenly suffocated.

Every word she said was like a steel needle, piercing his heart.

There was blood on the forehead, down the chin and down to the neckline...

Su Shijie's face was gloomy, he straightened his clothes without saying a word, his expression returned to his usual chill and indifference, he turned and left without looking at her again.

With her arms around her knees, Chanel sat on the bed, her small body curled up and trembling.

On her fingers and clothes, there was blood dripping from Su Shijie, the color was bright red.

In front of the bed, the glass has already become countless fragments...

She hit him, and hit him with a glass!

You should be happy, these days, he and Wen Wanrou have forced her to suffocate everywhere, and she finally fought back well!

But why, my heart is heavy and dull, and all I can't help seeing is Su Shijie's pale face?

Why did he come at this time...

Didn't he already neglect her and stop caring about her? [

No, he just used wine to vent his animal desires.He once said that he was fascinated