Shadow Bride

She turned her head weakly: "No."

The man's tough voice came: "Don't play tricks with me, I'm in a hurry."

Su Xingyu's heart was pierced with blood by his words, and he looked at him with trembling, "Lu Shifeng, don't be too self-righteous. Whoever wants to play tricks with you, I don't care about your camera at all! Time? It’s good, please disappear in front of me, I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to in this life."

As soon as the voice fell, her jaw was clamped tightly by him, and she was forced to raise her head to meet his narrow and dangerous eyes.

An icy breath exuded all over his body: "Don't want to see me?"

She trembled harder, but forced herself to straighten her back and looked at him stubbornly.

He was very angry, but his voice became soft: "Su Xingyu, very good, you don't play tricks, don't you want this camera? Then don't want all the cameras in the future-I saw one, smashed one."

With a big wave of his hand, the brand-new camera he brought back was smashed against the wall without warning, smashing two priceless antique porcelains and falling to pieces.

"Lu Shifeng!" Her heart tightened, and she instinctively got out of bed and wanted to rescue the camera.

However, Lu Shifeng hugged her in his waist and took her into his arms. A devilish voice came from her ears: "You don't want it, what else can you rescue?"

She was still sick, and her weak body was no match for the man in front of her. She tried to break his arm, but his arm remained motionless like cast iron. "Why do you use the camera to vent your anger..." She looked at the broken camera on the ground with a heartache, and said, "Why...it was carefully manufactured by so many people, not to vent your anger..."

It is a beautiful weapon. It should be accompanied by a photographer walking north and south, becoming a close companion.

All cameras are worthy of respect.

But his eyes were cruel: "If you don't want it, what should I do?"

She broke him harder: "Lu Shifeng, you are unreasonable!"

"The unreasonable thing is you," Lu Shifeng turned her around easily and faced him. In the sunset, her thin pajamas were messy, revealing delicate collarbones and breasts. A touch of mystery. People are white and delicate, his breathing is a little tight, but his eyes are more cruel, "I don't want to be a photographer anymore? Just lie down in the future. Just give me a baby in bed."

She shuddered at the terrible prospect he described.

"I, I never said that I don't want to be a photographer," her voice trembled, and she looked at him sadly and ferociously, "Lu Shifeng, I don't accept your camera doesn't mean I don't want to be a photographer."

"Because I gave it, don't you accept it?" The anger hidden in his eyes seemed to make the air boil.

She was very scared, but when he remembered the scene of his brutal destruction of her camera last night, blood rushed to her forehead: "You think you can pay for one if you destroy one? Did you know that there are photos in my camera? That's something more precious than the camera itself! You paid me for the camera, what do you pay for the photos?! Lu Shifeng, you arrogant bastard!"

"How much is the photo? I'll give you ten times." Isn't the photo she took for commercial use? If she wants to make money, he will give it to her.

But she earned a bit in his arms again, almost crying with anger: "You bastard! Do you think you can buy my photos with a few stinky money? Me, me..."

Then she really cried, crystal tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and her thin shoulders trembled helplessly. She trembled: "I...I took this picture with difficulty...uuu..."

Her cat, that mysterious and beautiful little black cat, is not a commercial photo of any client, but a work of art that she likes and desires so much to collect.

Every photo of a photographer is like every painting of a painter and every piece of music by a composer, just like their children, they are precious things that cannot be exchanged.

What are his few bad money?

The more she thought about it, the more sad she broke. However, seeing the hateful face of the man in front of her, she didn't want him to see her fragile side. "Go away," she said hoarsely, "Aren't you in a hurry? Go away, I don't want to see you, you demon, beast, beast... I never want to see you again in my life!"

The man in front of him looked terrifying.

But she couldn't care about anything, trembling all over, heartache.

Lu Shifeng stood up slowly, with ice scum frozen in his long narrow eyes, and strode out of the bedroom.

After he left, she curled up into the quilt, tears falling like broken beads, her liver breaking.

That night, Lu Shifeng did not come back.

Su Xingyu stayed on the bed for a few more days before the fever gradually subsided.

Mother Gui carefully served her every day, serving soup and medicine, and sighed: "Young lady, please stop getting angry with the young master, and make him angry... I know you are wronged, but the young master is so unique. Son, please let him. You know that his stomach is not good. How can he stand it when he is eating and sleeping outside every day?"

Su Xingyu was still very weak, and said softly: "Are you worried about him? Tell him to come back and I will move out."

"This...!" Gui's mother was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. The tempers of these two people were really stubborn than the other!

Su Xingyu looked down at his feet, and the blood blisters on his feet wearing plush slippers were not completely healed; and the wound on his calf cut by a sharp weapon was still shocking.

"Does your young master treat a woman as an object?" She seemed to be asking Madam Gui, and she seemed to be talking to herself, "Is it possible to get a divorce when he gets bored?"

This is the second time she has mentioned divorce. Gui's mother's heart jumped with fright: "Young lady, don't think about it! Have you forgotten the young master's kindness to you? Even if he has ten million It’s not, it’s impossible to be wrong to you at all! When you first got married, he bought so many jewellery for you, and handed over the power of the master to you, so he who hates flowers is still up to I want you to plant flowers in the yard... How can a marriage and life be perfect? ​​Master, he just doesn't know how to get along with people, you, you... Oh, please be considerate!"

Su Xingyu shook his head in a daze, and then remembered the picture of the kitten: "Gui Ma, I haven't posted this day. Whether he hits me or scolds me, strong..."

It’s okay for her to be on the bed...

She can bear the burden of humiliation and live a humble life like an ant. But there is a prerequisite for all this, that is, he does not start with her beloved photography career, all her contortions are to be able to pick up the camera freely, for this wish she would rather be in hell...

If he wants to destroy even this wish, what is the meaning of all her tolerance?