famous first flash marriage

On the king-size bed, the woman was lying on it with her naked and scarred body, her long black hair covering her face in a disheveled mess.

The noon sun shone on her body through the screen window, and her exposed skin was so white that it seemed transparent. She lay there quietly, her plump and alluring breasts hardly showed any ups and downs, like a long-dead voluptuous woman. Like a corpse.

Zhang Hao was standing by the bed and staring at the woman on the bed. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell on the woman's shiny body, forming a wonderful contrast.

He looked at her for a while, then sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and roughly brushed aside the woman's messy hair covering her face, revealing her pale and beautiful face.

Under the bright and abundant light, the woman's face without makeup is flawless, as beautiful as a painting.

It's just that her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bruised. Her lips, which were originally bright red like petals, were bitten off, and there were still dried blood stains on her lower lip.

Zhang Hao slowly blew a smoke ring towards her face, and the light blue smoke enveloped the woman's face like a veil, and the woman was still lying there quietly, motionless.

If he hadn't been sure that she was still breathing, he would really have thought she was dead.

He no longer remembers how he tormented her last night.

All she knew was that she passed out repeatedly, was tortured by him until she woke up, and then lost consciousness again.

However, even though she was tortured by him inhumanely, she never called for help. It seemed that some kind of tacit understanding had been formed between them. He raised her just to satisfy his shameful hobby, and she was used to enduring him. She had been tormented by him, and she had some inexplicable trust in his abuse, convinced that he had a sense of proportion in his actions, so that he would not really kill her.

Zhang Hao really didn't intend to kill her - if a woman like this with excellent looks and body who could be tossed around by him died, it would be difficult to find a suitable one.

Under normal circumstances, when he woke up the next morning, he should have left, but this day, for some reason, he felt a little bit reluctant.

After patting her face, she still didn't move.

Zhang Hao couldn't help thinking, how did she wake up after he left in the past?

Sleep in bed all day?Or longer, until the body regains consciousness on its own?

The cigarette between my fingers burned out.Zhang Hao threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and slowly stroked Tang Mi's white body with his head sideways.

Her body was unbelievably soft, she was lying on the bed unconsciously, like a water plant sinking in the bottom of the water, when he gently waved her, she fell to the side along with his strength.

"Mimi, wake up?" He pinched her face, but she just frowned slightly, still showing no signs of waking up.

Zhang Hao's mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated for the third time.

He glanced at it, and as expected, he saw the word "wife" displayed on it.

"It's so fucking annoying." Zhang Hao muttered, but didn't intend to answer the phone.

Even though the phone vibrated for half a minute, it finally calmed down.

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, even though he knew that because of his little wayward behavior this morning, he would definitely be questioned by his wife after returning today.

Can't handle that much anymore.

Doesn't he even have the freedom to stay here a little longer?
Enough of the atmosphere at home, he just wanted to take a breath and relax at Tang Mi's place.

In this world, only Tang Mi is the quietest here.

She wouldn't ask him to do this or that, wouldn't yell at him, wouldn't blow his face in public.

She lay here quietly and beautifully, at his disposal, like an exquisite doll.

Zhang Hao reached out his hand to the soft back of the woman's neck, and lifted her up from the bed.

She is both ridiculously soft and so light that it seems weightless.

With just one hand, he lifted her neck against his hand, off the bed.

With her eyes closed, she leaned back on his palm, her head fell heavily to the back, her long hair cascaded down, and her full breasts trembled slightly with his movements.

Zhang Hao turned her face towards him with the other hand, and her pale and beautiful face appeared in his vision. The blood scabs and faint bruises on her lips did not affect her beauty, but made her look It is even more pitiful.

The so-called cruelty is nothing more than destroying beautiful things for people to see——

Zhang Hao likes this kind of cruelty, but he is never willing to completely destroy this beauty.

He looked at her for a long time before picking her up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

Following his powerful steps, her straight and slender calves swayed weakly, and the green onion-like hand was originally placed on her chest by him, but it also fell slowly, and it was in mid-air. The ground was shaking, and on the floor, where he walked with her in his arms, the shadow of her fingers was stretched very long.

Zhang Hao walked into the bathroom and gently put Tang Mi, who was still unconscious, into the bathtub.

The woman's delicate body lay helplessly in the bathtub with smooth walls, a bare arm protruded from the side of the bathtub, her fingertips slid across the ground weakly, and then stopped at a certain point.

Zhang Hao turned on the water valve, and the bathtub was slowly filled with water. The woman's body was wrapped in water and washed away, gradually washing away the blood or dust.

Until the surface of the water gradually covered her face, she still sank quietly in the water without any reaction.

Zhang Hao was worried that she really died quietly, so he quickly grabbed her by one hand and pulled her out of the water.

He found that her hands were very cold, and he reached out to touch the water, only to realize that he had put cold water into the bathtub because of his carelessness.

Zhang Hao was born with no experience in taking care of people, so he quickly carried Tang Mi out and put him on the ground beside him, and then refilled the bathtub with hot water.

After confirming the water temperature this time, Zhang Hao turned around and Tang Mi, who almost stepped on the ground, couldn't help but slapped his forehead, thinking that he was really confused, why did he just put people on the ground so casually?

Fortunately, his wife hasn't given birth to a cub for him, otherwise, with him like this, with such a father, the child probably died without knowing how it died.

Zhang Hao put Tang Mi into the bathtub again. When he picked her up this time, he found that she was very cold, as if she had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Hao murmured, "I want to be nice to you too, but I'm too bastard and useless."

He would never say these words when Tang Mi was sober, that is, when Tang Mi was unconscious, he was willing to reflect on himself a little bit.

But it's just a reflection, and it's impossible for him to make any changes.

Zhang Hao held the back of Tang Mi's head and let her soak in the warm water for a while, then squeezed some shower gel and wiped it on her body, creating bubbles.

Finally, he rinsed her off, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bedroom.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated for an unknown number of times.

Zhang Hao knew that he could no longer delay with Tang Mi.

I wanted to wait for Tang Mi to wake up and ask her for credit, but time waited for no one, it was too late, he had to go.

So he kissed her rudely, picked up his phone and left without looking back.

On the bed, Tang Mi was wet and wrapped in a bath towel, her long hair was still dripping water, and the tips of her thick and curly eyelashes were also dripping with water, and her lips looked a little pale because of being soaked in the water for a long time.

It was already noon, and the sunlight coming in from the gauze curtain became hotter and hotter, but the temperature in the room was very low, because Zhang Hao didn't remember to turn off the air conditioner before he left.

The woman on the bed was lying there weakly, with her face slightly turned out of the window, and the sunlight shone on her face, reflecting her pale skin as if it were transparent.

This day is Saturday, because Tang Mi told Zhang Hao to be here the night before, so that she doesn't have to come too early the next day, but can come again at noon, so Xiaomei ate a hamburger after finishing her work at McDonald's in the morning, and hurried He hurriedly set off on his bicycle.

Xiaomei on the road thought of her younger brother's performance the night before, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

No matter how you think about it, Xiao Mao's behavior is a bit abnormal.

Since Mr. Zhang came over, Xiao Mao has become absent-minded.

Frankly speaking, after eating with Mr. Zhang, Xiaomei thinks that Mr. Zhang is quite a nice person.

She had heard Mr. Zhang lose his temper with Ms. Tang once before, so she mistakenly thought that Mr. Zhang had a bad temper. But yesterday, whether it was making zongzi or eating together, Mr. Zhang was patient, gentle and well-mannered.

When looking at Mr. Zhang, Xiaomei couldn't help but think, this is the real kid from a rich family.

She also met a lot of wealthy second generations while working outside. Most of them were arrogant and domineering. They were arrogant and unreasonable when they had a little money. But as for Mr. Zhang, he spoke calmly, as if he had no temper at all.

Xiaomei seldom has the opportunity to see a man wearing a particularly formal suit. She thought that men in suits would only appear in TV dramas. However, yesterday, Xiaomei's eyes were opened. It turned out that a good suit can set off a man. So tall and straight, so temperamental.

That's right, temperament—from Mr. Zhang, Xiaomei understood for the first time what a man's temperament is.

She couldn't help but think, if her younger brother wears such a suit in the future, he will definitely be more stylish than Mr. Zhang, right?

Unfortunately, compared to Mr. Zhang, Xiao Mao was really disappointing last night.

Not only is he not as polite as usual at all, but he also has a cold attitude towards Mr. Zhang and doesn't talk much.

Even to Miss Tang, he was not as respectful as usual.

Fortunately, neither Ms. Tang nor Mr. Zhang cares about Xiao Mao at all.

After the meal, Mr. Zhang offered to drive them off, but Xiaomei was so embarrassed that he quickly refused, so Mr. Zhang proposed to send someone to take them off. Xiaomei was hesitating. At this time, Xiaomao said firmly, unnecessary.

In fact, it was really late last night. If there is no one to deliver it, it will be quite difficult to return to the city from here.

But Xiao Mao insisted on going back by himself as if he had eaten a weight.

Xiaomei had no choice but to reject Mr. Zhang's kindness again.

By the time the two returned to the private house they rented in Chengbei, it was almost two or three o'clock at night.