Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

The small building looks ordinary from the outside, but it is magnificent inside, and the decoration is more exquisite than that of the main building.

She walked in step by step, and the bodyguards opened the door and respectfully invited her in.

Shen Nuo thought she would see a lewd scene of dancing demons, but to her surprise, there were a lot of people. It was estimated that there were dozens of men and women, and the whole room was full.

The room is a venue with a stage design. There are people performing above and people below watching, but they are all silent and no one dares to make any noise.

Shen Nuo was pushed to Yan Ti's side. Yan Ti glanced at her, his tired expression softening slightly.

"coming?"

The gazes of the people around him seemed to fall on Shen Nuo, with scrutiny, curiosity, and calculation... all kinds of gazes were like a thousand arrows shooting out, directly placing Shen Nuo in the spotlight.

Shen Nuo didn't speak, just stood beside him.

Yan Ti didn't mean to ask her to sit down, but just whispered: "Xiao Nuo, go up and paint a picture for me. I like oil paintings."

As soon as Yan Ti finished speaking, the woman who was performing the pipa above was taken down. A drawing board was quickly set up on the stage, and even the palette, paints and other tools were ready, except that one person was missing. Painter.

Shen Nuo looked at everything prepared on the stage and said calmly: "I can't."

Even if she could, she wouldn't do it.

She once swore to her mother that she would never touch oil paintings.

Yan Ti's expression turned cold: "What if I insist on you painting?"

"I'm not suitable for oil painting, and I can't paint either." Shen Nuo's expression did not change.

Yan Ti's complexion deteriorated visibly, the coldness on his face suddenly increased, his eyebrows were sinister and terrifying, and he looked at her as if he were looking at a dead person.

After Shen Nuo finished speaking, the entire venue suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The young masters and ladies who were called to perform all shrank in the corner tremblingly, motionless, for fear of being in trouble.

The old housekeeper, Yan Ti's friends, and all the other leaders looked at each other and did not dare to speak.

Only the third master gave Shen Nuo a vague glance, his eyes fell on Yan Ti's gloomy face, and he smiled and smoothed things over: "Brother, there are a few fresh and tender beauties waiting to show off, be obedient and obedient, They are all so clean that you can squeeze out water, why don't you give them a chance to show off?"

Yan Ti did not speak, and the fourth master smiled sarcastically: "Third brother, what is the eldest brother missing is a little beauty? What the eldest brother is missing is a beauty with both talent and appearance like Miss Shen. Not just any cat or dog can enter the heart of the eldest brother. It is Miss Shen's honor to ask Miss Shen to come up and paint, but this is the first time I have seen such a dishonest woman like Miss Shen, am I a little bit arrogant because of her favor?"

As he finished speaking, veins popped out on the back of Yan Ti's hand held on the armrest of the chair, and his expression became extremely gloomy.

"Xiao Nuo, let me ask you one last time, do you draw or not?"

Shen Nuo's words were clear and resounding: "No painting!"

In an instant, the tense atmosphere reached a critical point, and no one dared to breathe.

With a "click" sound, the armrest of the chair suddenly cracked a small crack, and the corners of Yan Ti's lips were gently pulled, with a gloomy and cold expression, revealing a hint of brutal cruelty and blood.

"Xiao Nuo," he stared at her coldly and said word by word: "You are suitable to be detained and reflect on yourself."

After saying that, he stood up quickly and said without looking back: "Third brother, send them directly to my room."

"They" naturally refers to the young ladies and gentlemen who came to perform.

Some of these people came from the slave village, and some were just tricked into accepting their fate. Naturally, they worked so hard to perform here just to get into Yan Ti's bed.

There are many people coming and going around Yan Ti. In the Golden Triangle, especially those at the bottom of the organization, no one wants to climb into Yan Ti's bed.

Without him, Yan Ti is God here. No matter how violent and moody he is, there are still people who will succeed him.

But when they saw Yan Ti's angry face just now, they were all afraid.

Being sent to his room at this juncture, it didn't take much to know that he would not be treated well.

But being hit by the flames, they had no room to retreat and had no choice but to move forward.

They didn't have Shen Nuo's courage, nor did they have the treatment Shen Nuo received from Yan Ti, so they couldn't resist at all.

If you go, you still have a half chance of surviving. If you don't go, you may only die.

Yan Ti left, followed by five pale-faced boys and girls.

The Fourth Master also left with his arms around the two girls. Before leaving, the Fourth Master looked at Shen Nuo condescendingly and sneered: "You don't know how to live or die."

After that, he left.

The Third Master also glanced at her, but said nothing and left with a few girls.

The old housekeeper didn't look kindly on Shen Nuo: "Miss Shen, please."

Shen Nuo was taken to the back of the small building and walked inside into the dangerous and gloomy woods behind the manor.

The old housekeeper kept taking her around, and finally, after an unknown amount of time, she saw a retro-style palace in front of her, which looked like the main hall of an ancient Chinese palace.

Shen Nuo was pushed in, and she staggered a step. As soon as she stood firm, the old housekeeper closed the door.

Through the door, the old housekeeper raised his voice and said, "Miss Shen, there are wild beasts and poisonous insects everywhere outside. I hope you won't try to escape, otherwise you won't even know how you died."

With that said, the lock sounded, and Shen Nuo was completely locked in the palace.

There was silence all around, with an eerie, cemetery-like atmosphere.

The breeze blew, and waves of cold breath brushed against the skin, making people's hair stand on end and giving rise to goosebumps.

Shen Nuo frowned slightly, glanced at the closed door, remained silent for a long time, and finally turned around and walked inside.

The main hall is locked, but the rest of the gatehouses are not locked. The layout inside is not exquisite, but it can accommodate people, and there is no surveillance.

Shen Nuo walked to the main hall and took a look at the door lock, only to find that it was a very simple lock and should be easy to open.

She glanced around, found a particularly thin stick, and fiddled with it a few times in the lock.

There was a soft "click" and the lock opened.

She took off the lock, pushed the door open, and walked in.

However, as soon as she took a step, a person suddenly jumped out from behind the door. Her neck was grabbed hard, and her neck was strangled with his fingertips, as if she was going to die in the next second.

"who?!"

The man's voice was extremely hoarse, and the breath he exhaled was as hot as fire. It was obviously not the body temperature of a normal person.

Even though the voice was hoarse, Shen Nuo still recognized the man's voice, and she was a little stunned.

This voice was clearly that of Yan Moyu.