Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao's "tattered" body, there was really nothing good about it, her skin was very fair, and those injuries were particularly eye-catching.

He stretched out his hand to touch it little by little, and suddenly felt a little hot on his fingertips.

Yes, he did ask someone to teach Su Miao a lesson, at most one little finger would be broken, but he really didn't expect so many injuries on her body.

These injuries don't have much impact, after all, they are not life-threatening, and the only drawback is that they affect the feel too much.

Su Miao asked him if such an ugly body could still hold his tongue.

"You can't make a mouthful, at most you can use your hands."

After Song Hansheng finished speaking, he tore off the clothes on Su Miao's upper body.

Su Miao probably still wanted to use the wounds on her body to awaken the little conscience in Song Hansheng's heart, but unfortunately, Song Hansheng had long since lost such a thing as conscience.

Su Miao knew that she couldn't struggle, so she simply stopped struggling. For a pervert like Song Hansheng, the more you beg for mercy, the more tyranny will be aroused in his heart.

Su Miao recalled the first time she slept on the bed for three days with a belt wrapped around her wrist by Song Hansheng.

From the beginning to the struggle to insults, crying, and begging for mercy, she shed all the tears of her life with all her might, and Song Hansheng didn't let her go.

Only then did she realize that Song Hansheng was raising her not because he wanted to raise a younger sister, but because he was raising a plaything, a plaything that could give him vent at any time.

On her birthday, when her plaything matured, that was when he took it off.

Su Miao is not a quiet character, she is too ostentatious, that ostentatious temperament is innate, it is raised in her soul, even if her bones are broken, she will not give in.

It took Song Hansheng three days to make Su Miao unable to close her feet, and let her recognize what she is.

The movement was too big, and the tie on her neck was crooked. Song Hansheng pressed Su Miao's hands with one hand, and loosened the tie with the other, trying to grind her hands tightly by repeating the old trick.

The collar was loosened and the neckline was opened wide, revealing the knife wound inside, which was a bit terrifying.

Seemingly noticing Su Miao's gaze, Song Hansheng said: "If you didn't hurt me back then, you wouldn't go to jail, and you wouldn't break your fingers and get hurt all over your body. Su Miao, do you think you're stupid? You're just asking for trouble. Eat, wanting to get rid of me by going to jail is really fantastic, I am a person who will repay every wronged person, and I have always paid back ten times and a hundred times, stay by my side from now on, learn to be smarter and be more obedient."

"Be obedient? Be obedient and be a female cousin by your side? Or a rag doll who only knows how to stretch its feet?"

Song Hansheng tied her hands with a tie, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "The old Su Miao didn't know how to swear."

In a place like a prison, even humanity can be wiped out, who cares about swearing.

Su Miao's head was turned away, and her tone was cold: "Song Hansheng, I am no longer the same Su Miao."

"Really? But I still feel that you are the same as before." An exquisite "dinner" is in front of you, and you should savor it carefully. Song Hansheng touched the corner of her lips, "Miao Miao, call brother to listen."

Su Miao is a typical sufferer who doesn't forget to fight, stubborn like a cow: "I don't have a brother who is a beast, don't put gold on your face."

This time Song Hansheng didn't hit her, but pinched her slender neck. Why did he like pinching her neck so much?

That's where people are most vulnerable. When you pinch your hand a little harder, you can feel her arteries beating, and you can see her face slowly turning red.

Of course, there is another reason, when Song Hansheng pinches Su Miao's neck and sees her struggling face, Song Hansheng will have a sense of satisfaction of being valued.

The strong suffocation made Su Miao close her eyes, she was like a fish being put on the chopping board, waiting for the knife on her head to fall down.

Are you going to die?

Su Miao didn't have much fear of death.

It wasn't that she didn't want to die in the past, but she endured it all.

But this time, when she thought about it, if she died, she would die. If she didn’t die, one day she would make up for the 30th knife, and next time she would stab Song Hansheng in the heart. Let him be inhumane!

It was black and white in front of her eyes, and it was like a bomb was going off in her mind. Song Hansheng let go of her just when she couldn't catch her breath for the last time.

Su Miao gasped and coughed, and even felt a little nauseous.

"This is a lesson for you, remember it well, don't make me angry, you can't afford the price."

There is any f price she can't afford, the worst is death.

Song Hansheng started to get serious when he had had enough fun, he couldn't just tie him to the bed and watch it all the time without using it.

Song Hansheng suppressed Su Miao's fluttering body, and touched down little by little, and finally touched something... His hands froze, and he raised his head to meet Su Miao's sneering eyes.

"You come……"

Su Miao sneered: "Don't be disgusted with it, just keep going."

Song Hansheng secretly cursed "fuck" and just felt bad luck. He finally found Su Miao and wanted to eat some meat. He was lying on the bed but he could only watch but not move. What is the difference between this and a boiled duck flying away?

His body was hot like a ball of fire, Song Hansheng got up from Su Miao's body: "I'm going to take a bath, you wait for me to come out."

Su Miao didn't speak, watched Song Hansheng get into the bathroom, slowly jumped out of bed, loosened his tie with his teeth, and ran out while arranging his clothes.

Whoever waits is the grandson.