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

Wang Ma sighed, tucked in the quilt for her, sat on the side of her bed, and persuaded her softly: "Xiao Ran, I know that there is some unhappiness between you and Mr. Si, but the things between husband and wife are not all about the bed." Are you arguing at the end of the bed at the head? I think the husband is also very nervous about you, women, take the initiative to admit your mistake and apologize or something, and the matter will pass."

Compared to other servants, Wang Ma's qualifications are indeed very old, but she doesn't know everything.

An Ran knew she had misunderstood, but her past experience in prison taught her to shut up.She simply kept silent and let Wang Ma persuade her.

Wang Ma said a few more words, felt that they were all clichés, so she stopped talking, told her to take a good rest, turned off the lights and left the room.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and the light was dim, thanks to a few rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks in the curtains.

An Ran pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

The day passed quickly, and after a while, the lights came on.

The Maybach stepped into the villa with the last rays of the setting sun.Si Muheng opened the door first, striding forward with his long legs, Jun's face remained expressionless as usual, as he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

"Is she awake?" is a declarative sentence.

Wang Ma lowered her head and said "yes" in trepidation.

Si Muheng turned around and walked towards An Ran's room.

"Click" a bunch of lights illuminated the dark bedroom, the man stood quietly under the light, looking down at the woman who wrapped herself into a rice dumpling.

An Ran had already noticed someone coming in, and thought it was Wang Ma, but she didn't come over for a long time, so she stretched out her head and looked out blankly.

With just one glance, she immediately woke up.

"manage……"

"Yeah." Si Muheng walked to her bedside with two legs apart, and looked down at her, "Are you awake?"

An Ran pursed her lips and turned her face away.

She just snatched her life back from the gate of hell, but she didn't see how rare it was.

The light shone lightly on her face, leaving traces.Si Muheng suddenly remembered the winding scars on her back.

The origin of the scars, he had just read the information, and the strangeness in his heart couldn't be explained. He attributed everything to the relationship between husband and wife.When I spoke, I couldn't help but soften a bit.

"Have you taken medicine?"

An Ran was a little surprised. Si Muheng seldom talked so much on weekdays. Even when they were together before, she was the one who talked most of the time, and he was responsible for listening.

She turned her face involuntarily, and met the man's deep and deep gaze.

An Ran lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Why?"

Si Muheng's eyeballs rolled slightly, and his eyes fell on her slightly protruding hands.The hands are much rougher, perhaps because they haven't seen the light for a long time, but they are still fair.

"If you are asking why you are not dead, you should go to Dr. Wang."

"Why save me." His voice was hoarse.

Si Muheng turned around expressionlessly, and when he looked back, there was an extra glass full of boiled water in his hand, and he handed it over with a low tone.

"Drink it."

An Ran raised her head and looked at him. After a while, she took the water and poured it with her head raised.The glass was full until it was empty, An Ran put the quilt on the table after drinking, and made a "bang".

"You haven't answered me yet, why save me?"

"I'm happy." Si Muheng said leisurely.

An Ran raised her head abruptly, and found in disbelief that under the man's stern and aloof appearance, there was such a casual and rascal side.

Pursing her lips, she turned around angrily, planning to lie down.A broad palm rested on her back.

An Ran stood up suddenly, quickly slapped that hand off, and said harshly.

"open!"

"Snapped!"

Si Muheng looked at his hand being slapped away, and his first reaction was to see if An Ran's hand was slapped red.

It's crazy.

An Ran didn't take another look at him, and lay down with his back on her back.

"When is the next time?"

Si Muheng's flat voice sounded from behind.

An Ran knew that he was mocking her for running away and committing suicide. In his eyes, it probably meant "stupid" in capital letters.

An Ran closed her eyes and murmured, "See when I'm happy."

Her indifferent tone made Si Muheng clearly confirm the fact that in this world, she has no worries, including her own life.

She begged him before because she still longed for freedom.But I don't know what happened, she really doesn't want to live now.

Si Muheng stared at her back, his handsome face was as indifferent as a knife, and his eyes were sharp and deep, "You want me to let you go?"

"Would you?"

"I look like a nice guy?"

An Ran was silent for a long time before she said softly, "So, I never had extravagant expectations."

Because of this, death is the only option.

A trace of imperceptible annoyance flashed across Si Muheng's eyes, and he said again: "Perhaps it's not impossible."

An Ran froze, turned around and looked at him, "Are you willing to let me go?"

The hope in her eyes hurt him deeply, Si Muheng's face became colder immediately, and he blurted out: "Don't even think about it!"

After speaking, An Ran's face trembled violently, and after a while, a wry smile appeared.

"What's the use of keeping me?" she said, "I've already suffered what I deserved, and I'll give you what I didn't deserve. What else do you want from me?"

"You think highly of yourself." Si Muheng sneered, "Wei Han is still lying unconscious on the bed, An Ran..."

"I owe her my life." An Ran raised her head, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and a cold blush at the end of her eyes, "You said I owed your sister my life, sent me to prison, and made my life worse than death, you See it? These scars on my back, I stayed inside for a whole thousand and 460 days, and I never really fell asleep at night. I worry every day that I will die, and I won’t be able to come out to see you after I die..."

An Ran suddenly choked up.

If I'm dead, I won't be able to come out and see Ranran for the last time.

She was poor Ranran, who left her mother when he was only one year old. He was still so young, and half his life was tortured by pneumonia. She still remembered his flushed little face, his little hand holding her finger, The milky voice called "Mommy".

　
"Who are you seeing?" Si Muheng stared into her eyes aggressively.

An Ran didn't answer, but closed her eyes.

Of course it's hers alone, but if possible, she would rather he didn't have a father.When she came out of prison this time, she planned to find a small room next to Ranran's grave and spend the rest of her life with him every day.

Looking at An Ran's icy silent posture, Si Muheng's little bit of patience was exhausted.He pinched her chin very hard, An Ran frowned in pain, her face almost distorted.

"Um...let me go."

A broken voice overflowed from the throat, like a dumb violin.

An Ran grabbed his arm, slapped him in vain, and struggled.The man clenched tightly, and a blush gradually appeared on his fair skin.

Opening her eyes wide, the fear in An Ran's eyes was rising... How could she have forgotten that the man in front of her was a devil!He arrested her just to torture her and make her life worse than death. She was stupid enough to negotiate with the devil!

Si Muheng lowered his eyes and saw An Ran struggling. He didn't know which detail provoked his smile, but he pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed an extremely cold smile.

"You think you can get away with your crimes by dying? An Ran, you are so naive."

An Ran's face turned gray.

Si Muheng's eyes were heavy, he let go, and threw her on the sofa hard, frowning.After the expensive custom-made suit, the smell of aftershave on his body penetrated into An Ran's nose, elegant and inviolable.An Ran was lying on the sofa, her hair hanging down, covering most of her face, only her chin was exposed, it was no longer small and delicate, it was so thin that the outline of her bones could be seen.

After a long time, An Ran let out a low chuckle, which made people flustered inexplicably.

"You can't stop me," she said.

Si Muheng's pupils shrank sharply, and saw the woman who was lying silently on the sofa suddenly raised her head, her eyes were fixed on the sharp corner of the coffee table without blinking, and she bumped up quickly.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and there was a dull pain in the forehead.

Blood trickled down the corner of the coffee table, staining the floor tiles red.

Si Muheng's expression had never been so ugly, he could feel that the impact was extremely powerful, and she had exhausted all her strength.He couldn't imagine that if his hand stretched out a little slower...

An Ran sat on the sofa, looked at his bloody hand, raised her head in a daze, "You..."

He obviously hated her so much that he wanted her to die, yet he saved her again and again.

"Shut up!" Si Muheng pinched her chin with the other hand, and said viciously, "Want to die? That's all you've got? An Ran, I thought you were capable, why do you think you're forcing me to die?" , I will let you go?"

An Ran's eyes moved, and his mind suddenly sank.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are not suitable for this kind of setting. An Ran, you are too stubborn, like a weed, and you can't get rid of it. You don't want to die, you want to live more than anyone else. You should have Thinking about it, if you didn't die in prison, sooner or later you would fall into my hands!"

Si Muheng's anger was so violent that An Ran was confused for a moment whether he was angry that she had lied to him, or... feared that she would really die.Turning her head away, An Ran tried to avoid his gaze, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Si is too flattering to me, I just think it's better to die than to live in such a humiliating way."

"It's settled once and for all?" Si Muheng laughed angrily, "Are you qualified?"

"I don't." An Ran said calmly, with almost no ups and downs, "I'm not like Mr. Si. My sister has been lying in bed unconscious until now, and she keeps me, the murderer, by her side. Take care of my son...heh."

She raised her eyes, and for a moment, Si Muheng felt that the woman in front of her seemed to have changed back to the familiar pillow person.

"But this word, Mr. Si may not know the meaning of the name I came up with back then. If you are so hasty, I really don't know if it is because you are confident that I can't attack him, or because you have an illusion that I am cowardly and can swallow this breath."

"Isn't it?" Si Muheng's smile was not deep, a little weird, "You don't even dare to disobey Cheng Yixin's orders. In your eyes, I am more terrifying than her."