Love in the morning and love in the evening: Master Si loves his wife 1314

"Get out of the car." A voice as cold as water came from behind, and the familiar tone made An Ran's body stiffen instantly.

The road was very congested during peak hours, and there were already a lot of protest horns sounding behind them.

"You don't want me to use traffic control, An Ran." The person behind said, "I don't want to say the same thing a second time."

The blood on An Ran's face gradually faded away.

She turned around slowly, every movement seemed to be slowed down by more than ten times.

The man was standing less than five meters away from her, refusing to take a step closer, as if she was some kind of flu virus.His brows were tightly wrinkled, with a familiar, indifferent look on his face.

Like wanting to kill her.

"Get in the car." After saying this, the man turned around and left without stopping for a moment.

An Ran didn't want to go back, the man in black escorted her, dragging her feet slowly, she was forced to get into the car and sit down.

Her eyes were dull, and her clothes had obvious scratch marks.Si Muheng's pupils shrank slightly, and after his subordinate stepped back, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sofa.

Halfway through, he suddenly ordered: "Confiscate her money and bank cards. If someone lends her money, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

When An Ran heard this, her complexion changed immediately, "I stole the money, if you want to punish me, fine me."

When Si Muheng heard it, he sneered and said, "You are really loyal, An Ran, are you being naive, or do you think I have become kind? Will you let this matter change from here? Hmm?"

His lips moved up and down, and he spit out suffocating, nightmarish words, "How could I let you go so easily. Since you finally got out of prison, you should hide away from me instead of sending me away. Until my eyelids drip down, An Ran, you won't be able to leave."

Siran went to school, Cheng Yixin went to meet friends, the villa was empty.

An Ran was thrown to the ground hard, with panic and fear on her face.He let all the servants leave, condescendingly admiring the woman's flustered little face.

"Mr. Si, what do you want to do?"

Si Muheng chuckled lightly, "Do what I didn't finish last night."

An Ran took a breath, trembling her lips, and tugged at his trousers, "Mr. Si, I was wrong. Your lord has a lot, so just let me go. I can do whatever you want..."

"Anything is fine?" Si Muheng raised his eyelids, and glanced at her with a half-smile, "Are you sure?"

An Ran's face was pale, she never imagined that one day, she would still be able to arouse Si Muheng's "sexual interest", she lowered her head, saw her thin body, trembling lips, "I..."

Can't say anything, everything is wrong.

She knelt at his feet and bowed her head quietly.

With her eyes fixed on her, Si Muheng pursed her lips tightly. She would rather kneel down than accompany him?Shame on her?good very good……

Si Muheng was so angry that he couldn't calm down, he laughed instead.

An Ran finally understood that her life after leaving prison was not a new start, but just going to another place to pay off her debts.

"Son, wash up." Wang Ma led her to a bathroom. The water had been placed, it was steaming, and there was an elegant fragrance of oranges in the air.An Ran took off her clothes, let herself slide into the bottom of the pool, closed her eyes, and the hot water submerged her limbs and bones in an instant.

It's better to die than forget it. For a moment, such thoughts flashed across my mind.

Anyway, living is nothing more than continuing to be humiliated.

An Ran buried her head in the water and listened quietly to the sound of the water flowing.Slowly, the thoughts seemed to gradually empty out, and the soul left the body and drifted to far, far places.

What will heaven be like?Will she wait for her there, and call her mother sweetly?

Has anyone urged him to eat well, sleep well, and has his pneumonia been cured?Do dead people get sick too?Probably not.

In heaven, life must be better than reality.

However, Mommy is useless, Mommy failed to protect you well, Mommy is not nice to people, Mommy is almost unable to protect herself now...

The air was quiet, only the sound of rushing water and An Ran's weak breathing became weaker and weaker.

Her black hair gradually drifted away in the water, she hugged her knees with her hands, her eyes and eyebrows were peaceful.

The feeling of suffocation is really uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, An Ran twitched the corners of her mouth, the huge momentum and warmth of the water made her unable to pull herself up.

However, Mommy is here to accompany you.

The water whirled, overflowed the bathtub, and fell on the marble floor, soaking the fluffy house slippers.

Along the edge of the bathtub, flow through the crack of the door, and flow out of the door silently.

It was noon, Wang Ma was busy in the kitchen for half an hour, remembering her master's instructions, she went upstairs and opened the bathroom door.

Water vapor and mist intertwined, and the air was uncomfortably hot.

The water under her feet had already accumulated very deep, almost reaching her ankles.

Wang Ma's heart rose to her throat for a moment, and she strode across the water all over the ground. Without noticing it for a moment, she fell down, and she almost instinctively grabbed the doorknob.

"Click", the door opened.

"An, An... help! Help! Someone committed suicide!"

"Is there anyone, help!"

Clutching her sore ankle, Wang Ma rushed to the bathtub and pinched An Ran's body with all her strength.

Most of An Ran's body was submerged in the water, her face was peaceful.

His face was pale, and his body seemed to be floating on the water without gravity.

"Miss An, Miss An!"

Before her consciousness completely disappeared, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

An Ran tried hard to raise her eyelids, but she couldn't.

Is it Wang Ma...

"Crunch—" the man's footsteps rubbed against the floor, a little hurriedly, An Ran thought, and tilted her head, her mind went black for a moment.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

The man frowned, and looked over from his line of sight, An Ran's bare back was covered with winding scars, criss-crossing, from the neck up to the waist and abdomen, all were raised scars.

shocking!

An Ran's pale face did not soften his heart, but facing the scars all over his body, his heart, which had been frozen in the snow all year round, couldn't help but twitch violently.

Si Muheng used to like An Ran's back the most. He once praised her as "beautiful as jade". He liked it on weekdays, and he also liked it in bed at night.

But now, almost no part of that jade-like back is intact.

Si Muheng's face darkened, he hadn't realized why his heart was hurting subconsciously, so he hastily ended the pain.

He found a perfect reason for himself - An Ran was her wife, but she was a femme fatale, and all he did was to make her responsible for what she did.When she did those things, she should have expected today!

Si Muheng's brows and eyes moved slightly, and the last trace of compassion in his eyes faded away.

He wanted to see with his own eyes whether An Ran was reflecting on the mistakes she had made. He wanted her to understand that even if she became what she is today, it was her own fault, freedom, and responsibility.

"An Ran, stop pretending."

The person on the bed was lying wet, and the water fell to the ground along the slender hair, making a slight noise.

Si Muheng stared at the person on the bed, as if the next second, she would jump up from the bed, laughing and jumping into his arms, they used to do this often.Si Muheng often said that she was heavy, but she never tired of reciting it.

It has been uncountable how long they have not seen each other.

It seems like the last time was yesterday, and it seems like the last life.

Si Muheng seldom saw An Ran lying on the bed. She finally got sick, and she used to worry about not being able to be the sickly sister Lin.