Shadow Bride

The man in front of him wore a white shirt made of exquisite craftsmanship and walked towards her step by step, until he forced her to the corner of the table, and then looked down at her.

Su Xingyu was undecided and asked, "You, why are you scaring me? When did you come back? Shouldn't you be on a business trip at HannStar Research Center?"

"The schedule has changed." Lu Shifeng said simply, reaching out and lifting her chin. "Don't like me coming back?"

"No, no." Su Xingyu's arrogance immediately diminished. She couldn't afford this man.

Lu Shifeng looked at her carefully: "It seems to be thinner."

She was still forced by him at the corner of the table, and the faint masculine aura lingering around him at the end of her nose, there seemed to be huge pressure invisibly. She uncomfortably wanted to turn her face away and said, "Lu Shifeng, you and you stand a little bit. I and I still have things to do now. This set of photos will be released tomorrow."

Lu Shifeng let go of the hand holding her face, but she didn't let go: "Xia Ling's picture, it's okay if you delay it for a while."

He could see what she was doing as early as when he entered the door, but this is not the point. The point is: "I heard you cut Zhuang Heng's face?"

Su Xingyu's heart jumped, and he raised his eyes and looked at him in surprise. Why would he know when he came back? Is it Zhuang Heng's complaint? It's so fast! She calmed down and asked, "How is Zhuang Heng now?"

Lu Shifeng looked at her calmly, "Do you care about her?"

Su Xingyu said softly, "No, I hate her. I scratched her face, yes, I just want to know if she disfigured her?" Although, Zhuang Heng's face was not cut directly by her, but Xiao Ling All this is done to vent her anger, and it is no different from what she scratched with her own hands. The important thing is that Su Xingyu doesn't want this matter to involve Xiao Ling.

Lu Shifeng remained calm: "When did you become so cruel?"

Su Xingyu's heart was pounding, and she plucked up the courage to look at him: "I know you have a crush on Zhuang Heng. If you want to punish me, I will punish." This time the incident was a lot of trouble, and she didn't expect to escape.

The room was quiet, as if even the air was cold, and bursts of cold air filled people's bones.

Lu Shifeng stared at her for a long time, as if staring at a prey with nowhere to escape, and suddenly asked, "Do you know the consequences of moving someone who should not move? Know what punishment will be imposed?"

She was so nervous that she couldn't wait to push him away immediately and escape, but her body was trembling slightly, and she couldn't escape at all. She remembered the first meeting two or three years ago when he crushed her. She was tortured severely in the studio, and for many days and nights since then, he tortured her in every way...

Unconsciously, her breathing became rapid. Even her face turned pale, and she couldn't wait to curl her slender body into a ball.

But even so, she didn't beg for mercy.

Lu Shifeng's eyes were dark and unpredictable, and his voice was faintly suppressed with anger: "You are very scared, why don't you justify yourself?"

Su Xingyu lowered his head and dared not look at him, unconsciously grasping the corner of the table with his fingers, tightening and tightening until the joints turned white. She couldn't excuse herself. She didn't want the flame of his revenge to fall on Xia Ling. The person Xia Ling injured this time was Zhuang Heng, an existence that Lu Shifeng trusted and relied on very much in his heart. She was not sure whether Xia Ling could retreat. What if Pei Ziheng doesn't take care of him well?

There was a cold voice above her head: "Her face is broken, you pay her for a face."

She felt tight in her heart again, painful like a knife twist, and sure enough, in his heart she couldn't compare to Zhuang Heng at all.

She heard him raise her voice, calling her mother Gui, and told her to find a whip for riding a horse and hit it in mid-air with a thrilling sound.

Su Xingyu's body began to tremble again, and from the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the whip as thick as a baby's arm, and did not know what material it was made of. It was black and shiny, and looked terrifying. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be if the whip fell on her body, what if it fell on her face? It was definitely more skinny than the one where Xia Ling hit Zhuang Heng, and it was horrible. Maybe this life has been disfigured.

"Raise your face." Lu Shifeng said to her.

"Lu Shifeng..." She was really scared, with a pleading voice, "You... don't hit me in the face..."

Lu Shifeng looked at her coldly, his long whip in his hand was like a hideous and weird snake: "A report pays a report, you should accompany her if you beat Zhuang Heng, unless someone else beat her."

"What if... what would you do if there was someone else?" Su Xingyu asked with a trembling voice.

Lu Shifeng's voice was calm and unwavering: "That's not what you should be concerned about."

Su Xingyu's body was still trembling, and he opened his eyes not to look at the terrifying long whip. He pressed his fingers tightly at the corner of the table, his nails were cut and bleeding came out.

After a long time, she closed her eyes and said softly: "You can hit it."

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, cold, dark, and she was so terrified as she waited for the punishment to fall.

But as long as a century has passed, the imaginary pain on the cheek has never come. Su Xingyu opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Lu Shifeng was just standing there looking at her, the black and terrifying long whip was still caught in his hand, but he didn't mean to hit anyone.

She didn't understand what tricks he was playing with, she was silent, stiff and afraid to move.

"Why?" Lu Shifeng asked.

Su Xingyu's heart raised his throat: "I, I don't understand what you mean."

"Su Xingyu, you don't dare to hurt people at all," Lu Shifeng looked at her coldly and said, "Why should you help Xia Ling bear the blame?"

She was pale, unbelievable: "You, you know?"

How could he not know? As soon as he got off the plane, he received a complaint from his mother, saying that Su Xingyu had acted on Zhuang Heng, causing Zhuang Heng to lose his appearance. His mother asked him to drive Su Xingyu out of the house, but in his heart he knew very well that his little wife was not such a person, and there must be some misunderstanding. He sent someone to investigate, and the news went back quickly-it was Xia Ling that hurt.

But he was still very angry, she would rather take it for someone else than tell him the truth.

He forced her to ask her: "How much benefit Xia Ling has given you, are you willing to pay for this kind of disfigurement?"

Under his gaze, she stammered: "I, I... she, she is a queen, a superstar, and you have to rely on a face to eat. You can't disfigure her."

"So it's okay for you yourself?" Lu Shifeng's face was about to come.

Su Xingyu was very scared, but still said, "I'm just a photographer. It doesn't matter if I'm not disfigured. What's more..." She suddenly stopped talking.

"What's more?" Lu Shifeng asked.

She still didn't speak, her head lowered to the side, looking very scared.

Lu Shifeng grabbed her forearm with such force that she felt that her bones were about to be crushed. "Not to mention what?!" he growled lowly.