Marriage involuntarily

Women seem to be born to be protected and pitied by men.She couldn't understand Ning Wanqing's lack of desires and desires before, as if she didn't care about all material things.Until now, she and Ouyang Muchen get along day and night, and every day when she wakes up, she is cared for and greeted with care, she is intoxicated in his gentle eyes, wandering in the infinite longing for a better future, the heart that was originally occupied by the desire for power has disappeared. Gradually deviated from the track, now, she just wants to stay by Ouyang Muchen's side and be an obedient little woman.

She was afraid of the threats Ouyang Yitian made to her, but at the same time she was lucky, thinking that the other party would not do anything to her for the time being.

A day is a day, she thought.At least today, she wants to fulfill her promise to Ouyang Muchen.

Speaking of Guqin, it was actually just a casual mention by her, but he didn't expect him to take it to heart, and behind her back, he contacted the best Guqin artist in the country, and spent a lot of money to hire this guy who never gave lessons. The old man agreed to accept her as a student.

In fact, according to the results of the previous few lessons, Hua Linlin did not have the talent to learn the piano.

But Ouyang Muchen didn't care, and instead comforted her, it doesn't matter if she doesn't learn well, just cultivate her sentiment and give her baby some artistic influence.

Thinking of the way he said these words in a serious manner, Hua Linlin couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Recently she always smiles like this subconsciously. Without Ning Wanqing, she thinks that she and Ouyang Muchen must be the most harmonious couple in the world.

Hua Linlin passed the cobblestone path to the piano room. After greeting the old gentleman, Hua Linlin started an hour-long lesson as usual.

On the mountain in the distance, a burly and muscular middle-aged man was driving a small agricultural truck towards this side along the winding mountain road.

He was wearing very plain clothes, the collar of his shirt was a little yellow, and the cuffs were rolled up high, revealing his muscular arms.

The palm of his hand holding the steering wheel is very rough, his face is dark and yellow due to long-term outdoor work, and his wide lips are tightly pressed, as if he is trying to suppress the tension in his heart.

"Mr. Zhang...excuse me, how is my playing? Have you made any progress?" In the quaint bamboo house, Hua Linlin asked anxiously.

Mr. Zhang, with white beard and hair, was holding a celadon teacup and meditating behind closed doors. When he heard her question, he opened his eyes and gave a noncommittal "hmm".

Hua Linlin said happily: "Mr. Zhang, do you think I played well?" She couldn't wait to go back and perform for Ouyang Muchen.

Mr. Zhang seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking, and shook his head: "Young people should not be eager for quick success."

Hua Linlin said, "At least I've made some progress, right?"

Mr. Zhang nodded clearly this time.

Hua Linlin was very happy, she stood up and said, "Sir, I'll go out for a while."

After finishing speaking, he ran out without waiting for the old man's consent.

The classroom where the piano is taught is a bamboo house, but it does not mean that the house where the old man lives is also a bamboo house.On the contrary, behind this row of bamboo houses, separated by a lush peach grove, are two neat white walls and green tiles.No matter how elegant the old man is, he still has to eat, drink, and scatter. This small house on the side with white walls and green tiles is the place to deal with Adu's things.

Hua Linlin first called Ouyang Muchen, eager to tell him that she was successful in her studies, but who knew that no one answered after calling several times, she must be in a meeting again.So she carried her handbag and planned to go to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

There was a rustling sound from a clump of lush bamboo nearby. Hua Linlin looked back, thinking it was a wild animal walking through the mountains, and she didn't suspect it.

A woman immersed in happiness is always easy to lower her vigilance.

In the bathroom, she was applying lip gloss with her lips slightly open, when the phone in her handbag rang suddenly. She held the lip gloss in one hand and took out the phone with the other. Seeing the name flashing on the screen, she couldn't help but smile.

At this time, a burly and tall figure quietly appeared behind her.

Just as Hua Linlin was about to press the answer button, she inadvertently saw a figure in the mirror opposite.

She widened her eyes and was about to scream when a rough hemp rope was wrapped around her slender white neck from behind.

At the same moment, a thick, dirty hand with dusty fingers slammed over her half-painted lips.

The phone fell to the ground with a "snap"... Her little legs kicked wildly on the ground, and her hands desperately grabbed the rope around her neck.

The rope became tighter and tighter, gradually taking away her breath, and the frequency of her struggles gradually weakened, but she was still desperately fighting against death.

She doesn't want to close her eyes, she doesn't want to die!
In her womb, as well as their child, as long as three months, it can see the world.

Her chest heaved violently, and her whole body twisted strangely.

Her feet left obvious marks on the ground, and her long nails dug deep into the man's arm.

However, to no avail.

Maybe it was the sharp pain in his arm that stimulated him, he pulled out his hand and tied the rope behind her neck.

At this time, the dying woman had no strength to cry out.Half of her tongue was sticking out, her eyes rolled upwards, and her gradually fatigued body twitched intermittently.

He continued to exert force, and without hesitation, stretched the rope to the limit.

With a slight "click", the neck bone broke, and the woman's neck tilted aside at an incredible angle as if broken.

Her hands and feet were hanging straight down.Panting for breath, he dropped the dead woman on the ground.

He was actually very nervous when he killed someone for the first time, but he couldn't stop killing.

His swarthy face was covered with sweat, he glanced at the female corpse lying on the ground, walked to the sink and turned on the faucet to the maximum, drenching his hands and face.

But how can water wash away the evil of murder?

After being washed by the cold water, his beating heart gradually calmed down. He squatted down and began to clean up the corpses on the ground.

Since she had just died, the woman's body was still warm and very soft to the touch.Through the thin fabric, he seemed to be able to feel the tender skin on the woman's body.

He remembered his mission, not only to kill, but also to do some dirtier things to this corpse.

In fact, the order of these two things can be reversed, but he couldn't bear to do that to a pregnant woman at first.

But now, looking carefully at the woman's graceful body, he felt that his lower abdomen was already warming up.

He turned the woman's face with his hands, pinched her jaw and stuffed her tongue into her mouth, then closed her half-open lips, and finally met those wide-open eyes.

The woman's face was painted with exquisite makeup, as if going to a banquet, the eyes were especially carefully painted, those beautifully shaped eyes, thick and curled eyelashes, and rose-colored eyeshadow on the eyelids.

At this moment, those eyes were opened wide unwillingly, with strong fear and unwillingness to die suddenly.She refused to close her eyes until she died.

The murderer wiped it heavily with his hand, and her eyes were closed.He rode on the woman's lifeless body, tore off the thin layer of clothing, and tremblingly stroked along the slim figure.

This burly and strong man has never seen such a charming and fragrant woman in his life.

He couldn't help swallowing, stretched out his hand and squeezed the round-upright twin-peaks, then breathed heavily and stretched out his hand towards the woman...

Half an hour later, the old gentleman waited for the student for a long time, so he called his wife to look for it. Although the old artist was gray-haired and old, his wife was a young woman in her twenties.

At first, Mrs. Zhang suspected that Miss Hua, who was not studious, had skipped class, but she turned back when she saw the Maserati parked in the garage outside.I searched around in front of and behind the house, and finally came to the door of the bathroom with an idea.

"Miss, are you in?" She knocked lightly on the door.

No one answered, but when the wind blew, the door opened by itself.

She took a step forward and saw what was going on inside.

"Ah!!!!" She screamed, turning around and running away as if there was an evil ghost behind her.

At the same time, in the Hei family's courtyard, Ning Wanqing's cell phone buzzed, indicating that she had received a text message.

And the owner of the phone is still lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

She was lying on the bed, her whole body was hot, as if she was being roasted in purgatory.The throat was dry and itchy, like a feather was scratching in it.

Since she had been lying on the ground last night, she woke up this morning with a fever.

It's just that the house is quiet, and there is no one there.She is sick, but no one cares about her.

There was an abnormal blush on her pale face, and cracks appeared on her lips like the dry earth.

She wanted to drink water, but had no strength to move.Tried to call the maid, but the voice was weak and small, not comparable to the meowing of a cat.

The phone vibrated again. This time it was probably a call. The man was extremely persistent, calling over and over again.

Ning Wanqing didn't want to lie here and die of thirst or illness, so she gathered all her strength and stretched out her hand to the phone.

Finally, her fingers touched it, she lay down on the bed, moved her body forward little by little, and finally managed to pinch it in her hand.

Then, she pressed the answer button and put it to her ear.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wan Qing, is there something wrong, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Jiu'er..." She smiled slightly and said hoarsely, "I... don't feel well..."

The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became serious: "Are you at home? Don't move around, I'll be right over! Wan Qing, don't hang up the phone, don't sleep, you understand?"

Ning Wanqing nodded her head, let out a soft "um", her eyelids drooped heavily, remembering what he had said, she complained, "I'm so tired... I want to sleep..."

"Don't sleep!" Jiu'er, who didn't know the situation, thought of something terrible, and there was a trace of fear in her voice, "Ning Wanqing, don't sleep, I won't talk to you anymore after you sleep... ..."

"Hmm..." Ning Wanqing lay on the bed with her eyes squinted, she couldn't hold the phone with her fingers, "I... don't sleep."

"Be obedient..." Jiu'er slowed down, "Wait for me to pick you up, okay?"