you are a star

Qiao Nan was on guard against Shen Juan's tricks. She was really scared, and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all. If he did something unacceptable, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be forced by him. Crazy.

So she refused: "I don't want any gifts, as long as you give me the antidote, I don't want to lie down all the time."

"So you're so obedient because you want to change the antidote?" Shen Juan chuckled and fed her a mouthful of food.

The food is Chinese style, which is what Qiao Nan likes to eat, but now she just thinks it tastes like crap, and the food is also for nourishing the spirit, and also to keep Shen Juan from getting angry.

She swallowed the food expressionlessly, "Mr. Shen backed down?"

"Ok?"

"Didn't you say that as long as I am obedient, you will let me get out of bed and take me to see the roses?" She raised her eyes, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"So Mr. Shen is just talking nonsense, and what he said is incalculable, right?"

"What you say counts, but it must also be that you listen to me sincerely, not just pretending to be a fool and putting on a good show in front of me." Shen Juan had already seen through it.

She is not so easily obedient, she looks soft, but her temper and bones are very hard.

Mingming was very resistant in his heart, his body was as stiff as a rock when he hugged him, but he deliberately said some awkward words from his mouth.

It's true that he likes her, but it's not to the point of being confused.

Shen Juan fed her a mouthful of soup, "Little Qiangwei, don't try to find a breakthrough in me, I know what you're thinking, it's fine if you lie on the bed obediently."

Qiao Nan clenched his fingers quietly, "You are putting me under house arrest."

"It's not house arrest," Shen Juan wiped off the rice grains from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said softly, "It's love."

After eating, Shen Juan pulled the rope on the bedside. The old habit still remained in the old castle. If the master had something to do, if he pulled the rope, the servant would hear the bell.

After a while, Jinse came in and cleared the dishes.

She saw Qiao Nan leaning on Shen Juan's chest, and Shen Jun wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief as if no one was there, and said something very patiently, Qiao Nan remained expressionless the whole time.

Her hands holding the bowls and chopsticks froze slightly, and a strange emotion flashed across her eyes the moment she lowered her head.

After packing up and going out, Jinse handed the dinner tray to the servant outside the door. No one else could enter Shen Juan's room except Shen Lin and her.

The moment she turned around to close the door, she saw Shen Jun putting Qiao Nan on the bed, leaning over as if to plant a kiss on her forehead.

She glanced at it intently, her fingers held the doorknobs on both sides stiffly, and then slowly closed them.

After returning to the room, she stood by the window and lit a cigarette. The smoke spread in front of her beautiful fox eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a rustling outside the window. It turned out that it was raining outside.

Just then, her cell phone rang.

Holding the cigarette between her fingers, she moved it away from her lips. She picked up the phone with one hand and opened it. It was a text message.

When she scanned the content of the text message, her eyes trembled violently, her face turned pale, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, the cigarette ash fell off, and finally the whole cigarette slipped from her fingers uncontrollably.

It fell to the ground, splashing fine sparks.

With a chill down her spine, she clenched her phone tightly, and as a result, the content of the text messages disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye... and finally turned into a blank.

She hurriedly called back the phone number on the text message, but it turned out to be an empty number.

who is it?

Who sent her this message?
She looked up at her own face reflected in the glass window, pale and colorless, like a mask firmly embedded in her face.

With trembling fingers, she picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the table, held the cigarette holder in her mouth, and rubbed the lighter on her face several times before the flames sprang up.

But her teeth were chattering, and the cigarette was shaking up and down, and she had to press it with her hands to light it smoothly.

She took a sharp breath, the thick smoke rolled into her throat, and after choking, she pressed her hand hard against the window sill, bent down and coughed uncontrollably.

Looking up at the window again, she was already in tears.

About five years have passed since the incident, and whenever she thinks about it, she will feel regretful, but it's just regrettable, after all, it was an accident.

In the past, Mr. Shen raised several women by his side, but he never touched them.

It was only for the purpose of stabilizing his position, so that those in the organization who criticized him thought he was obsessed with beauty, impeached him by disregarding the organization's regulations, and deliberately wanted to rebel, and he would turn against the general again and kill those Those who disagreed with him were eliminated one by one.

When the matter is resolved, those women will naturally be kicked out of the castle.

But before those people were shot dead on the spot that day, someone shouted that he had usurped the throne to sit in today's position. Although the person who shouted was shot dead immediately, this sentence seemed to cause quite a commotion.

However, after Mr. Shen ordered all those people to be executed, the commotion stopped abruptly, and no one dared to say a word.

That night, she brought Mr. Shen water to drink before going to bed as usual. When she knocked on the door and entered, Mr. Shen was sitting by the window coughing, because it was raining, and his asthma symptoms would be more serious whenever it rained.

She was very worried about his body, so she hurried over, put down the quilt and patted his back lightly, "Mr. Shen, how are you?"

He is obviously only in his early twenties, but he has a high position and authority, and no one in the organization does not call him Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen coughed a few times, grabbed her hand from his back, his eyes seemed to be soaked in the rain outside, they were black and bright, "Jinse, do you care about me?"

She hesitated for a while, then nodded, "We are all concerned about your body, Mr. Shen."

Mr. Shen smiled slightly, the laughter was very soft, as if humming from his nasal cavity, she couldn't hear it clearly, because Mr. Shen held her hand and pulled her into his arms.

She raised her eyes to look at him in shock, and only then did she see clearly the real emotion in his eyes, which was a strong and turbulent dark color.

What happened today made him angry, and he was in a bad mood.

Mr. Shen vented on her and pressed against the window sill. That night, she was so painful that she dared not speak. She was 17 years old that year.

The next morning, before dawn, she woke up on the sofa, got dressed and left. The clothes were taken off intact, and there was no mark on her body.

When she went to serve Mr. Shen again, Mr. Shen held her hand and said, "From now on, you can stay with me."

Mr. Shen didn't want her much, because few things would make him angry. As long as he was emotionally stable, he wouldn't be close to women.

From the age of 17 to five years ago, when she was 23, the number of times Mr. Shen touched her can be counted on dozens of fingers.

Then, five years ago, she discovered to her horror that she was pregnant.