Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

In the bathroom, the woman loosened her hair, wiped off the heavy powder on her face in front of the mirror, and then took off the bloated maid outfit that had been broken, and walked slowly to the shower.

The warm water poured down on her head and face, her whole body seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants, the woman curled up her toes in pain, her teeth chattered, the tingling sensation made her wish to jump directly from the window, but she couldn't.

It wasn't until the blood-stained water became clear that the already numb woman opened her scarlet eyes, then dried her body and came to the mirror.

The woman examines herself in the mirror, with a graceful figure and a fresh and refined face, this is the real her.

She slowly raised her hand to stroke her face. This was one of the few times when she could show her true face to others, and she almost forgot what she looked like...

However, there was not much time left for her to look at herself, the woman quickly pulled her thoughts back, her eyes fell into silence, she turned around, turned her back to the mirror, handled the wound skillfully and simply, put on a brand new pure white skirt, walked out.

The door was gently pushed open, and the man who was drinking raised his eyes slightly, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the bottle, threw the bottle away, and waved to the woman.

"come over."

The woman obediently moved her legs and walked in the direction of the man.

"Stand."

But it was stopped one meter away from the man.

The man tore open the collar of his shirt, leaned back lazily on the sofa, and squinted his eyes slightly to look at her, from top to bottom, as if he wanted to see every inch of her clearly.

The woman stood quietly with her eyelids down, she didn't dare to lower her head, because he didn't like him, she knew very well that even though the man staring at her was very interested at this moment, that interest was not for her.

He was just looking at someone else through her.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, she raised her eyes subconsciously, her whole body was pulled by an irresistible force, and she fell into the arms of the man.

The man easily lifted her onto his lap, the pungent smell of alcohol came to her face, and the close contact made the woman tremble instinctively, but she had to work hard to restrain herself and not show any signs of it.

The man raised her chin, stared at her face carefully with great interest, and said playfully: "This face...it looks more and more like her...it was really a wise choice to save you back then... ..."

The rough fingertips touched her slightly parted lips, and the man's eyes were as deep as the sea.

"Jane Ning..."

A sigh-like sound emerged from the man's abdomen. He closed his eyes and moved closer to her, sniffing at her hair, and then slowly groped to find her lips, repeatedly sucking and tasting.

His movements were gentler than any gentleman's. The woman's eyelashes began to twitch. With her eyes open, she could clearly see the obsessive and pious expression on the man's tightly closed eyes, as if kissing her most beloved woman.

The woman's eyes gradually became blurred, and then slowly closed. She knew very well that this tenderness was just an illusion before the storm, but she still couldn't help but want to sink completely.

The man's kiss gradually moved to the side of the ear, and then he opened his eyes, the dark pupils seemed to be shining with blood, just when the woman was in a daze, a ghostly voice suddenly sounded close to his ears.

"Why don't you love me! Why...you are mine! You are mine! No one can take you away..."

The woman hurriedly opened her eyes, and the man who was a gentleman just now had turned into a wild beast, tearing at her roughly and gnawing on her, as if she was just meat on his dinner plate.

Fear made her teeth chatter, but she couldn't resist, she could only allow him to leave even more horrific scars on her body, enduring the excruciating pain and crying.

In the middle of the night, the man who had been completely released quickly withdrew from the woman's chest.

The woman slowly rolled her eyes, staring blankly at the man's dressing movements. In the next second, her face was covered by the clothes thrown by the man, and then she heard the sound of the man's swift footsteps.

"You are dismissed."

There was obvious disgust in the deep voice, the woman got up wisely, endured the pain all over her body, put on her skirt tremblingly, and staggered out of bed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jian Ning, who had already woken up for a long time, immediately walked out of the room. Seeing two people walking in one after the other from the door, Jian Ning was taken aback.

"Miss!"

Lisa bent her waist and bowed her head to Jian Ning, then walked away quickly. Jian Ning looked at her back with some doubts.

Did she go out with An Ting just now?
Lisa's palm prints all over her face in the afternoon were still vivid in her memory, and seeing her following An Ting again, she became more worried and wanted to call her to stop, but seeing that she had already closed the door, she had no choice but to give up.

"woke up?"

An Ting seemed to be in a good mood. He approached Jian Ning and stroked her hair as if nothing happened. "It's cold outside, go back to your room!"

Jian Ning stood bravely, looking at the man's calm expression, as if the unhappiness during the day had never happened, which made her inexplicably uneasy.

"...Ting," Jian Ning said hesitantly, "You treat Lisa..."

"I didn't do anything to her!"

Suddenly being robbed, Jian Ning was taken aback for a moment, and then saw that An Ting's face seemed to be a little gloomy, An Ting's reaction made her feel a little strange, "Ting, I didn't mean that, I mean the scar on her face ..."

An Ting's eyes flickered, "A maid observes so carefully, so have you noticed the injury on my body?"

"You are hurt?"

Jian Ning looked up in astonishment, An Ting didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and then slowly placed it behind her waist.

Jian Ning was startled by some strange touch, she slowly opened the corner of his clothes, and there was a dark purple bruise on his back waist that looked out of place on his fair skin.

"Is that how it is?" The bruise was not caused by a simple bump, Jian Ning suddenly felt distressed, frowning and examining the wound, "When did you get it?"

"Yesterday, nothing!"

An Tingyun calmly tore off the corner of his clothes to cover the injured part, but Jian Ning opened it again, "Don't move, I'll apply medicine to you!"

Seeing Jian Ning's undisguised distressed eyes, An Ting's mouth curled into a smile, she still cares about herself!This realization made him feel a lot happier.

"Jianning, you still care about me, right?"

Such a straightforward question made Jian Ning very uncomfortable. She lowered her eyes and nodded lightly, and responded in a low voice: "You are my closest relative, and of course I will feel sorry for you when you get hurt!"

"How does it compare to that person?"

Jian Ning looked up in a daze: "What?"

An Ting continued to repeat his own question: "Let me ask you, who do you love more than Bo Siheng?"

Jian Ning was choked by this sudden question, and froze in place, unable to speak for a while.

The light in An Ting's eyes fell silent, but the corners of his mouth still kept smiling, and he said lightly, "Is it so difficult to answer?"

"Ah, no..." After reacting, Jian Ning moved her lips in embarrassment: "You are all important, he is a friend, you are..."

"What is it?"

"……husband!"