Sadomasochism of a wealthy family: the CEO's favorite

Cooperating with this child is really angry.

Tiredly pinching the space between his brows, Zou Shihao looked at the child who was about to pass by in front of him, and took his arm speechlessly.

"You are here with me, and you don't have a little bit of trust."

Speaking calmly, no one knew Shen Yinran's inner irritability and discomfort, but the redness in his eyes made Zou Shihao's heart ache.

This is obviously a small carrot that doesn't reach his waist, but there are indeed so many things to consider, whether it is good or not.

Struggling vigorously to get Zou Shihao to hold her hand, Shen Yinran directly stuffed the black thing into Zou Shihao's hand, and left without looking back.

Zou Shihao pinched the small piece with his hand, and only then did he realize that something was wrong with him just now, and it was obvious that Wei Duona's appearance was too strange.

Especially those things that happened later, one after another, connected one by one, as if being manipulated by someone.

With a sneer, Zou Shihao didn't say much, and walked directly towards the besieged place in the middle of the back mountain.

Wei Duona stayed alone in the dark room, she was not afraid, but as soon as she thought of the woman behind her, she couldn't help but gain confidence.

It doesn't matter, she will find a way for herself to escape, it will definitely be like this.

Although she thought a lot in her heart, Weidona's trembling body did reveal her nervousness and fear.

With the sound of footsteps, Zou Shihao walked into Wei Duona's eyes with a ray of light like hope, making her eyes brighten up for a moment.

It's just that she didn't know that this was really the beginning of her nightmare. The real intention of the man who came here with hope was to push herself to hell.

Shen Yinran packs things very quickly. After all, he is growing up now, and his clothes are too small to wear. The master simply arranged a tailor for himself. Although her aesthetics is not very good, the clothes she made are very good. is comfortable.

On the small island, Shen Yinran has his own room. Although he never went back after the training camp, where are all of Shen Yinran's things, so that Shen Yinran can go on the road without bringing anything.

When Ji Ya opened the door and came in, she saw the precocious child sitting at the table, seriously writing and drawing. This realization made Ji Ya a little curious.

"You are good at drawing."

The few daisies on Shen Yinran's paper swayed in the wind, as if they were about to jump out of the paper, and Ji Ya could almost see the dewdrops on it.

In the past, Shen Yumo was always busy with his own affairs. He gave Shen Yinran a paintbrush and he could play for a day by himself. He completely inherited Shen Yumo's excellent quality. In terms of design and painting, Shen Yinran is the real one. genius.

He didn't respond to Ji Ya's words, and waited until Shen Yinran finished all the drawings properly, then put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his wrists, and turned his head to look at Ji Ya behind him.

"Can we go tomorrow?"

Shen Yinran paused, looking at Ji Ya unconsciously with a bit of hope in his eyes.

Few people can refuse the eyes of this child looking at you like this, making people wish they could pick off all the stars and moons from the sky and give them to him.

"Anytime, you decide."

Smiling and rubbing Shen Yinran's little head, Ji Ya suddenly felt sorry for the child.

It's different from their lives. Shen Yinran chose this path by herself, while she and Zeng Ning were forced to.

He is clearly a pampered child, but he insists on training, being beaten, and making progress with those children who can't see hope and tomorrow. This is probably the most surprising thing about him.

"No wonder the master must accept you as a closed apprentice."

Ji Ya mumbled to herself and walked outside without stopping, but within half a minute, the blond woman disappeared on the path.

"I hope it can be my mother's retreat."

Looking up at the starry sky outside the window, Shen Yinran was a little dazed for a moment, with an indescribable heartache.

The fall of night made this small island, which was already very quiet, even more quiet, faintly scary, and the dense trees and shadows made it a little more mesmerizing.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone has their own thoughts. That night, many people suffered from insomnia.

When Zou Shihao came back after dealing with Wei Duona, Shen Yumo was still asleep, standing alone in front of the window in a daze, his bare feet made people feel distressed.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

Standing behind Shen Yumo, Zou Shihao frowned and spoke.

He casually took the slippers from one side, and knelt down on the ground to put them on for Shen Yumo. Shen Yumo could feel the familiar feeling.

In fact, even if Shen Yumo was not held by Zou Shihao, she could still find out where the bed was, but she was unwilling to let go of that touch of tenderness.

For one Vedona, there will be two, three, ten, a hundred.

Shen Yumo has never been willing to think too much, but not thinking too much does not mean that she has nothing in her heart.

Zou Shihao was originally a walking flower, and wherever he went, there would be a bunch of butterflies dancing towards him.

Unconsciously curled up, Shen Yumo half-bowed his body with his back facing Zou Shihao, not particularly wanting to look at him, for fear of revealing his inner cowardice.

As if feeling something, Zou Shihao took a deep look at Shen Yumo who was lying down, and went into the bathroom.

The sound of running water reached Shen Yumo's ears, which calmed her somewhat chaotic mood unconsciously.

Soldiers come to meet the water and come to the earth weir, but that's the reason.

Moreover, she is not Zou Shihao's wife after all.

With a sigh, Shen Yumo wrapped himself into a ball with all his strength, his cold hands and feet couldn't help but warm the quilt.

When Zou Shihao came out, he saw this scene.

His brows and eyes darkened unconsciously, and he looked at the figure on the bed with some headaches, curled up like a kitten, Shen Yumo was a little frighteningly thin.

Thinking of those fine and dense scars on her legs, Zou Shihao's heart ached.

The freshness after bathing in the air made Shen Yumo gradually come back to his senses, the quilt by his side seemed to be lifted by someone, and a warm body leaned towards him directly.

Recently, Zou Shihao and Shen Yumo hugged and slept almost every day. At the beginning, she was not used to it. One day when Zou Shihao went to a video conference, Shen Yumo was lying on the bed alone and did not fall asleep at nearly three o'clock.

The subtle attitude is the most frightening.

The original darkness in front of him seemed to have brought light and hope after the appearance of Zou Shihao.

Consciously taking Shen Yumo's hands and feet and putting them on his body, Zou Shihao gently hugged Shen Yumo's body, feeling her softness, and his heart softened all of a sudden.

"Yumo, Yinran has a very powerful master."

Zou Shihao knew that Shen Yumo was not asleep and that she could hear him speaking, but after he said this, he couldn't say anything.

"You'll be fine, I'll wait for you to come back."

The warm breath hit Shen Yumo's neck, causing her to develop a layer of fine pimples, and her hairs exploded unconsciously.