False love of rich sadomasochism

Chapter 8

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiaozhu fought back while weeping and sobbing: "My parents loved me so much since I was a child, if they knew it was my own choice, they would definitely not stop me like my sister, because Sister, you are the most self-righteous person in the world, I don't want to be controlled by you for the rest of my life!"

"You! You actually regard my concern for you as a means to control you?" Mo Xige couldn't believe that the younger sister she cared for since childhood would have such terrifying doubts about her love one day?
She was so angry that she left the room without turning her head. As soon as she left, Mo Xiaozhu regretted the hurtful words she said deliberately because she was too angry, but since the matter has already happened, if this can make her If he married Yan Anxun as he wished, then he could only save this apology to his sister later.

However, the facts proved that she was indeed victorious in that war. Mo Xige provided enough funds to help the Yan Group tide over the difficulties, but as a deal, all the equity of her Mo family enterprise will also be frozen, in other words , except that she still has the blood of the Mo family, she has no relationship with the Mo family business.

She finally dreamed of becoming his bride, but few people knew that it was an unblessed marriage. Not only was Mo Xige absent, but everyone related to Mo's business was also absent, but she was still very happy. Putting on the wedding dress stubbornly, holding the arm of her favorite Yan Anxun, she stepped into the grave that she had dug for herself.

The night when Lin Wanjin went crazy, everyone in Yan's villa was alarmed. Yan Anxun didn't close his eyes all night. He stayed beside her bed every step of the way, watching that delicate little face being tormented by the illness. He was so thin, his heart was full of distress.

And when Han Junling finished his busy work, it was already close to morning, and the stubborn little woman was just wearing thin pajamas before he went upstairs, and the weather in early autumn was not hot summer, so he didn't want to He ran downstairs quickly, but after looking around, where was her trace in the hall?

"Could it be that she will rest in the attic?" In contrast, Han Junling hoped that his guess was right. After all, her current physical condition is very poor, with bruises all over her body. If the wind and cold are added, the consequences may be unimaginable.

However, no one paid attention to the busy crowd. Mo Xiaozhu, who was huddled up in the small rattan chair in the garden, looked at the distance with pale eyes. The cold weather should make people add clothes, but she just felt His whole body was hot and uncomfortable, and he wished he could take off his pajamas and soak his whole body in the icy cold water.

I don't know how long she kept this posture?Even if the cleaning maids or gardeners pass by occasionally, no one reminds her to put on more clothes. When they see her, they run away as if they can't wait to avoid her, but Mo Xiaozhu has long been used to being avoided. treatment.

It was close to noon, and through the maid's whispered discussion, she roughly guessed that Lin Wanjin's condition had been brought under control. Yan Anxun had to repeatedly ask Aunt Wang to take care of Lin Wanjin because of the many affairs of the group, and then hurried into the car to drive away. Go to Work.

Mo Xiaozhu just looked at his back obsessively like that, even though she clearly knew that he didn't have any place for her in his eyes, but she still stubbornly fell in love with him in her heart. It was just that she stubbornly thought that as long as she The idea that one day he will be touched by his constant efforts seems to be gradually disappearing, because he has personally seen his care for Lin Wanjin, which is not a blessing that anyone will be lucky enough to get.

She felt that her brain was getting heavier and heavier, and she couldn't open her eyelids. In the past six months, she rarely longed for sleep like now. Is she really tired?She rested her head on the edge of the rattan chair, and fell asleep quietly like this, but maybe even she herself did not expect that during her sleep, her breathing gradually became lower...

No one noticed her strangeness, or no one cared about her body at all, until the temperamental beauty who appeared behind her in a noble white floor-length dress and stiletto heels, she stretched out her hand gently Patting Mo Xiaozhu's cold shoulder, he reminded softly: "Are you a servant here? It's easy to get sick if you wear such thin clothes and sleep outside."

After she finished speaking, no one paid attention to her, which made her feel very strange, but she still remained patient and continued to say softly: "Miss? Miss? Are you asleep already?"

But just like the last time, she still didn't get a response from the other party for a long time, and felt a little strange, so she went around to the front of the wicker chair, when the pale, bloodless, breathing sound appeared in front of her eyes. When she was a woman, she quickly covered her mouth in surprise, and carefully probed her nose with her hand. She was still alive, but the breath of life seemed to be gradually decreasing.

"Come on! Come on! Someone is sick here in the garden. Can someone help to carry the sick person into the house?" The situation was urgent, so she quickly dropped her valuable leather bag and ran to the hall door to ask for help.

Han Junling was packing up the medical equipment, and when he heard someone shouting in the hall, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. In a panic, he didn't even care about dropping the packed equipment on the ground, so he hurried to use the fastest speed Run downstairs quickly.

"Junling? Why are you here?" She seemed a little surprised when she saw Han Junling's appearance.

But Han Junling obviously didn't have time to reminisce about the past. He impatiently grabbed her shoulder and asked nervously, "Annie, there is no time to reminisce about the past. Where is the patient? Where is the patient you mentioned?"

Yan Anni was terrified by his tense expression. In her memory, Han Junling had always been a cynical, playful and playful man. He was a professor of psychiatry and possessed the world's top medical technology, but few people could invite him. The reason to move him is not only because he is a veritable rich second generation, even if he is only waiting to take over the inheritance left by his parents, it is enough for him to live in the most enviable way for a lifetime, and he has a habit of only being interested in himself The subject or treatment of psychiatric subjects.

After finishing her daze, Yan Anni nodded quickly, and led Han Junling to the rattan chair in the garden where Mo Xiaozhu was. He called without thinking, "Miss Mo?"

"Miss Mo? This surname sounds familiar." Ignoring the strong worry in Han Junling's eyes, she continued to say to him with a puzzled face:

"I don't know when he was here, but I just wanted to kindly remind her to put on more clothes, and then I realized that she was cold and her breathing was weak, so I hurried to the hall to call for help. It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen you, and the servants in the villa seem to have become more impersonal. Is this how Aunt Wang usually teaches her servants? I’ve been calling for a long time, and you are the only one who can obediently come out to help.”

"It's not unkind, this kind of treatment is only for Ms. Mo." Without any explanation, Han Junling picked up the unconscious Mo Xiaozhu and was about to walk into the hall.

Yan Anni looked at his nervous back in surprise, then trotted forward suddenly, grabbed his arm, looked at Mo Xiaozhu who had her eyes closed, and asked incredulously: "Jun Ling, you keep calling her Miss Mo, but There is only one person related to my Yan's villa and the Mo's enterprise, so is she Mo Xiaozhu? The second young lady of the Mo family who married her brother half a year ago?"

"Yes." Han Junling ignored the dissatisfaction in Yan Anni's eyes, and hugged Mo Xiaozhu, who weighed more than expected, even tighter. He ignored her who was still standing there, and ran straight to the attic.

Seeing Han Junling who was proficient at finding the location of the attic and pushing the door open, Yan Anni frowned exquisitely. It was not that she didn't recognize Mo Xiaozhu. Half a year ago, her marriage with Yan Anxun was published on the front pages of major newspapers. , can be considered a sensation, she also wanted to return to China to attend the wedding, but at that time Yan Anxun refused because she put her studies first.

At that time, she also felt a little strange, Yan Anxun's girlfriend was obviously a woman named Lin Wanjin, and I heard that he deliberately carved the door into the shape of her favorite hibiscus flower for her, but why did he have a relationship with someone else in the blink of an eye? woman married?

Not long ago, she finally got her graduation certificate ahead of time with excellent grades, and returned home in a hurry. Half of the reason was that she was very curious to meet this newlywed sister-in-law, but she didn't expect to use such a unique way to meet her for the first time.As long as she thinks of the pale face in the wicker chair just now, she will feel as if she has watched a horror movie. Such a thin and even ugly woman is really the second lady of the Mo family enterprise who has been loved so much ?

She followed Han Junling into the attic. In her memory, it was a small storage room for all kinds of unwanted old furniture and waste. When did it start, and there was a small bed in the middle, A simple and even ugly old dressing table, set up as a small living room?
"Go and tell Aunt Wang to cook some ginger syrup and bring it here." Han Junling ordered impatiently after glancing at Yan Anni who seemed to be still in surprise.

Contrary to Yan Anxun's personality, Yan Anni has a good temper. She nodded and glanced at Mo Xiaozhu who was lying on the bed with a pale face without a trace of blood. As soon as he took off his high heels, he ran directly downstairs.

Aunt Wang was downstairs making porridge for Lin Wanjin, whose condition had improved a little. After seeing Yan Anni, she seemed very happy, and quickly bent down to salute, unable to restrain her inner joy, "Second Miss, why did you suddenly Come back? Why didn’t you call in advance? I’ll send a driver to the airport to pick you up.”

"Don't be so troublesome. I haven't been back to China for a few years, so I can just take a taxi and go around." Yan Anni smiled lightly, remembering Han Junling's instructions just now, she frowned and said, "By the way, Aunt Wang, please come now Hurry up and make a bowl of ginger syrup."

"Miss Second, is there something wrong with your body?" Aunt Wang asked, nervously looking up and down at Yan Anni, who had exquisite makeup.

Yan Anni smiled awkwardly, and hastily explained: "It's not me, but my sister-in-law. When I came back just now, I saw her sitting alone in a wicker chair in the garden. You guys are too serious. You don't know how to go to the wife. A thicker dress? She caught a cold and fell into a coma. Fortunately, Jun Ling arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable."

"So it's her?" After hearing Yan Anni say that it was not her who was feeling unwell, but Mo Xiaozhu, Aunt Wang's face flashed a sneer of disdain. Bigger, said cynically:

"Second miss, you are too kind. Don't be deceived by that scheming woman. Back then, she used threats and temptations to help our Yan Group tide over difficulties as an excuse to force Mr. Yan to marry her. I can tell, she is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, look, she has just been quiet for a few days, and then she started to act again, and deliberately acted in front of you, Second Miss, pretending to be weak, probably trying to win you over by this means pity."

(End of this chapter)