False love of rich sadomasochism

Chapter 1 Hurt
"An Xun? An Xun?"

In the early morning, on the corridor outside Yan's villa, such a scene emerged, a girl with a slender figure, fair skin, almost transparent, and a delicate face, holding a lunch box in her hand, was desperately chasing a high-end car. I don't care if I lose a shoe.

Probably her behavior caused dissatisfaction with the owner of the car. The sudden braking action hit her already slender body, and then fell to the ground. It doesn't matter.

When the handsome man in suits and leather shoes, who was continuously published on the covers of magazines, walked up to her with terrifying flames and cold eagle eyes, seeing her covered in scars, he seemed to be afraid of getting dirty, so he even held her hand. No idea.

Mo Xiaozhu's sense of loss was suppressed in her heart by her stubbornness. She raised her head and faced the sun. Her pretty face was full of shyness like a little woman. She handed over the lunch box and said softly: "An Xun, this is the girl I helped when I got up early in the morning. Your meal, if you're hungry..."

"boom!"

Before she could finish speaking, the lunch box that seemed so precious to her was kicked into pieces mercilessly by the other party, and the delicious meals were also scattered on the ground, covered with dust, it was no longer edible.

But Yan Anxun, the culprit, wiped the expensive leather shoes with a paper towel in distaste, and his cold words were just like others, "Pretend to be a pitiful, good wife and mother all day long, Mo Xiaozhu, don't you want everyone Everyone in the world knows that I, Yan Anxun, are just a big joke in your eyes?"

"I do not have."

While tidying up the lunch box with distress, Mo Xiaozhu couldn't help but her eyes were red, but she still explained tremblingly: "I'm just worried that you may suffer from stomach problems if you are busy all day, so I want to cook for you to cook some side dishes. "

"Who needs your mercy?" He reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

His face was as handsome and resolute as when he first met ten years ago, but the heart-warming tenderness in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by hatred and disgust.

Tears finally flowed down, she sobbed and murmured: "An Xun, you were not like this before."

"Don't tell me about the past!" Perhaps because he was worried that her sleeves would be stained by her tears, he frowned and threw her back to the ground, disdainful to look at her pale face in pain, his thin pink lips raised a trace of disdain, " Ten years ago, my biggest failure was saving you, a scourge!"

A single word, neither light nor weak, has the power to destroy people's hearts.

Mo Xiaozhu sat on the spot stupidly, watching the brand-name private car that belonged to him drive out of her sight, resisting the pain in her heart, she got up, limped and carried the broken lunch box, and returned to the villa.

"Ah! Ma'am, didn't you go to deliver food to Mr. Yan? Why did you get so many injuries?" As soon as she entered the hall, Mary trotted forward and looked at her distressedly.

Mo Xiaozhu forced a smile, endured the pain and said calmly: "It's okay, I accidentally fell down."

Mary obviously didn't believe it, but before she could say anything, the housekeeper, Aunt Wang, came over. She happened to be watching the maid clean up the flower beds at the entrance of the villa, so she could clearly see what happened to Mo Xiaozhu, but she didn't have the slightest doubt in her heart. Instead of sympathizing with her, she sternly reprimanded Mary, saying:

"You smelly girl with a short memory, have you forgotten Mr. Yan's previous explanation?"

Mary knew she was in the wrong, she was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head and did not dare to speak, while Aunt Wang glared at Mo Xiaozhu, and deliberately said loudly: "For her, she should be Miss Mo, not Mrs. Yan! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I won't dare next time." Mary's little hands kept tugging at the apron, as if mustering up a lot of courage, and said worriedly: "But Aunt Wang, too, Miss Mo is injured, can I Call the doctor to come into the villa to help her take a closer look?"

"The doctor receives the salary from Mr. Yan, and he should serve the people in my Yan's villa, and Ms. Mo's surname is not Yan." Aunt Wang glanced at Mo Xiaozhu's injury, and said impatiently: "It's just this injury." After applying the medicine slowly, do you still think of yourself as the heir of the Mo family who has been favored by thousands of people?"

Mary couldn't get angry, but Mo Xiaozhu signaled her to stop talking, and smiled faintly at Aunt Wang, and she replied firmly and stubbornly: "Aunt Wang, you are right, I can handle this little injury myself, you Come on, I'm going upstairs first."

Here, she is not welcomed by anyone, even those who are not against her on the surface, most of them are afraid to avoid her on weekdays, except for Mary, she is kind and heartless, but she is often bullied by others, probably Because of the feeling of sympathy, Mary took more care of her, but she didn't dare to be too intimate.

In this rich man's villa, outsiders will always look out of place.Even occasional kindness and sincerity are often misinterpreted as distorted intentions, so she does not want to implicate the innocent Mary.

He didn't dare to look back, for fear of seeing Aunt Wang's ridicule and Mary's worry.She walks calmly, although her delicate body is already trembling, and the pain from the tearing wound has made her cheeks pale, but she still maintains her original magnanimity, just like when she first stepped into Yan's villa half a year ago .

I thought that Yan Anxun would treat her with a gentler attitude towards her because of her true love that had not changed in ten years by abandoning the family and exchanging her own shares for the Yan Group to tide over the crisis. It turns out that he already has his own heart.

It was a heavy wooden door carved with catalpa wood, with real hibiscus flowers painted on the white paint, very much like the room of a princess in a fairy tale. He spared no effort to put it on for her personally. Here, it seems that even every plant and tree is being taken care of by him, let alone people?

The moment I opened the door and entered, there was a faint scent of hibiscus blowing towards my face. On the pink lace bed opposite, there was a very beautiful woman lying quietly, with a delicate face, even if she was lying down, she couldn't hide her graceful figure. Mo Xiao Zhu smiled, as if at that moment, she could finally understand Yan Anxun's thoughtfulness for Lin Wanjin. With such a rare beauty in the world, which man would not be tempted?
As usual, she wrung out the towel to help her wipe her face and arms, and carefully applied the cosmetics that Yan Anxun personally ordered from her, and told her everything he did throughout the day. When she saw the beautiful nails, she was suddenly saddened, but she still suppressed her grievances and murmured in a low voice:
"Is this the nail that An Xun painted for you? It's so beautiful. If he can paint it for me, then I'd rather pull out the nails one by one and keep them for the rest of my life."

Maybe her voice startled the sleeping person, those beautiful eyes opened, as if they had the energy to eclipse the surrounding flowers and plants, but it was too late for Mo Xiaozhu to react, she saw a pair of scissors towards her Stab in the face!
"Miss Wan Jin!" She screamed, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground.

But the danger is far more than that, Lin Wanjin danced the scissors and rushed towards her, aiming at parts that could be fatal, Mo Xiaozhu trembled, a deep gash was stabbed in the palm of her hand, blood gushed out, but Lin Wanjin It didn't stop because of this, on the contrary, smelling the strong smell of blood, her beautiful face gradually became distorted, her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, she stared at Mo Xiaozhu with wide eyes, and murmured a few words hoarsely:
"Kill, kill you! I want, kill you!"

She lost a lot of blood, but her survival instinct was still dominating Mo Xiaozhu, but Lin Wanjin, who was crazy, had amazing strength. No matter where she hid, she would be grabbed by her in the next second, pinched by her slender fingers. Looking at her soft and white neck, Lin Wanjin held the scissors and stabbed at her frightened eyes little by little!
"Help, help?" She was pinched out of breath, the danger was in front of her, but she had already lost the courage to avoid it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly pushed the door open, shrouded in the light, as if he had cast off the aura of indifference, and returned to the boy who liked to laugh ten years ago.

With him around, even if the sky is falling, she can still smile calmly, calling his name repeatedly, "An Xun? An Xun?"

However, he rushed forward and hugged Lin Wanjin tightly, but he didn't look at her from the beginning to the end. He just kept coaxing in her ear in a presumptuous and doting tone: "Wan Jin Be good, it's all right now, with me here, I will never allow anyone to hurt you."

"Xun?" Strange to say, his words seemed to have a special ability to make people fall asleep. After hearing his voice, Lin Wanjin was much quieter than before, and threw the blood-stained scissors on the ground. Gradually fell asleep in his arms again.

Lin Wanjin, who turned back into Sleeping Beauty, closed her eyes peacefully. Who could believe that just a minute ago, she was still a demon wielding scissors and trying to kill?

Carried her back to the bed and lay down, and covered the quilt considerately. After he was busy, he noticed that Mo Xiaozhu was bleeding profusely and had an unusually ugly face. He didn't have much comfort. She wiped her face, grabbed her long hair, and ignored her pain, directly pulled out of Mu Jinhua's door!
When struggling, did Mo Xiaozhu misread it?She clearly saw Lin Wanjin who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully on the opposite bed, but at this moment there was a sly sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"You are so brave! Do you really think you are the hostess of this villa? You even dared to break into Wan Jin's room. Is it my patience that made you so indulgent?"

Throwing Mo Xiaozhu back to the small attic that belonged to her, Yan Anxun's handsome face was once again coated with a thick layer of indifference, and the eagle eyes became more terrifying than usual.

Ignoring the weakness of his body, Mo Xiaozhu tremblingly climbed to his feet, pulled his trousers, and apologized in a low voice: "An Xun, I was wrong, please don't be angry with me, I just want to help Wan Miss Jin washed her face and didn't have any other bad thoughts."

"Go away!" He reprimanded sharply, and kicked her to the corner as ruthlessly as he smashed the lunch box in the morning, "Aunt Wang called and told me that Wan Jin slept soundly in the room, but Your appearance made her crazy, do you think that as long as you kill Wan Jin, my attitude towards you will be better?"

God, she has never had such a horrible thought, why has he put all the bad words in the world on her since she married him?
Looking at the face on the other side that made her think about it day and night, she knew that he was angry, and it would be useless to explain further, so she bit her lips stubbornly, holding back her tears, and said in a low voice:

"I know you don't believe me, but my only wish is that you don't treat me as a bad person, can you? Do you know that this hurts my heart more than you hitting me?"

"You bitch, now you know how to pretend to be pitiful? Hurry up and shut up!" Yan Anxun raised his hand and was about to hit her, but Aunt Wang knocked on the door suddenly.

"Mr. Yan, Dr. Han is here."

(End of this chapter)