Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

After pondering for a while, Jian Ning suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Lisa expectantly: "Then did he leave any words when he left?"

"He..." Lilisa lowered her head, faltering and not knowing how to respond. After all, she was just hiding in the corner and saw An Ting ordering the two of them to be thrown down.

"Jane Ning."

A deep voice suddenly came from behind, Lisa hurriedly raised her head, caught a glimpse of the person at the door, and quickly buried her head lower, "Miss, I... I'll go and prepare something for you!" Lisa hurriedly dropped a word, Lisa Sarah ran away quickly.

Jian Ning suddenly felt a bit of chill in the air, she slowly turned around, the man at the door had his usual gentle smile on his lips, but there was an undisguised chill in his eyes.

Jian Ning's heart tightened for no reason, he seemed to face her with this expression more and more times recently, the image of him holding up the gun and shooting at the killer on the boat flashed across his mind. , she only felt that her scalp was numb, and subconsciously took a step back, avoiding his gaze, and said in a low voice: "Ting..."

An Ting suddenly took a step forward, clinging to her, then bent down, looked into her eyes with downcast eyes, and said softly, "You want to know about him, why don't you just ask me?"

Jian Ning bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

"That's all you care about him?"

His voice was soft and gentle, but when it fell on Jian Ning's ears, it was like a thunderbolt. Every word made her head buzz. The way she looked at her eyes seemed to be waiting for her answer.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, Jian Ning almost bit her lips, hesitated again and again, she slowly raised her head: "I...I just..."

After hesitating for a while, she couldn't tell why, her heart was in a mess, and now even she herself didn't know what was going on in her heart.

"Jianning," seeing her confusion, An Ting's eyes became colder and colder. He slowly held her face in his hands and fixed his eyes on hers, as if trying to see through her heart: "I hope Make it clear that I am your husband, the one who deserves your constant consideration is me, An Ting, not him, Bo Siheng, huh?" Jian Ning stared at him blankly, unable to see the depth of his eyes The coldness made her shudder, and she nodded unconsciously, "Yes..."

"Be good!" This seemed to be his satisfactory answer, An Ting's constricted black pupils suddenly opened, he lowered his head, and prepared to press a kiss on her forehead like many times before, but the other party subconsciously She tilted her head to avoid his kiss.

An Ting's pupils that had stretched just now tightened again in an instant, his eyes became deep, he slowly stretched out his hands to hold Jian Ning's face, then looked into her eyes and slowly lowered his head.

Realizing what he was going to do, Jian Ning's heart became flustered, and she instinctively wanted to escape, but the guilt brought about by the subconscious escape just now made her feel that she shouldn't do that.

Before that kiss fell on her lips, An Ting could clearly see that although she closed her eyes, she still had a sense of death.

His movements stopped, and he just stared at her quietly for half a minute, and then when she opened her eyes in doubt, he smiled at her gently as if nothing happened.

"Let's go, you should have a good rest now, I'll take you back to your room!"

Snapped--

"what--"

In the dark basement, the sound of whipping whips accompanied by painful wailing one after another made the hair stand on end.

The figure of a tall and thin man was reflected on the wall under the light. At this time, he was waving his arms one after another, and the snake-like whip fell on the prostrate figure again and again. With the twitch of the whip, he prostrated on the ground. The man twitched like a conditioned reflex, and the pain of whimpering made the airtight dark room even more eerie.

Perhaps because he was tired, the man stopped what he was doing, while the person crouching at his feet was already limp and trembling.

It was a woman, the back of the blue dress that wrapped her body was torn due to whipping, and it had turned jet black under the influence of sweat and blood.

"You know what's wrong?"

The man's cold voice suddenly sounded, and the woman couldn't help but tremble. She lifted her upper body tremblingly, folded her legs and knelt on the ground, and lowered her head deeply, gritting her teeth so that her voice would not become broken due to trembling. .

"...Know, know..."

"Know!"

pop-

Suddenly there were two more whips, and the man said viciously: "You still did that even though you knew it!"

"I'm sorry...Master, I...I was wrong!" The hair of the person on the ground was messy, and sweat mixed with tears fell to the floor. She gritted her teeth desperately to prevent herself from crying out in pain. She knew he didn't like it. Others wailed.

The man stopped suddenly, then lifted the woman's neck and pulled her head up like a tearing object. The woman hung on his wrist like a dead fish, unable to move.

The man stared at her condescendingly, his half-opened eyes glowed with bloodlust, he slowly tightened his fingers, the feeling of dying made the woman frown, her pupils dilated, her expression fell into despair, dark red blood flowed from the woman The corners of his mouth flowed out, staining the man's snow-white gloves.

The man's eyes became extremely cold: "Even you will betray me, won't you?"

The woman shook her head desperately. She wanted to deny and justify, but her throat was clamped by the other party, and she couldn't even breathe, let alone answer the question.

Do you want to die like this?

No, not yet...

The survival instinct made the woman subconsciously reach out to grab the hand between her throat, her mouth gradually grew, and she wanted to fight for more chances of survival for herself.

In the eyes of a man, a woman's struggle is futile. If he wants her to die, he just needs to keep pointing fingers, but at the last moment, he still chooses to let go.

"Better not!"

The man highlighted the four words expressionlessly, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to throw the woman in his hand. The woman's thin body hit the wall and bounced to the floor. The pain in her body was already numb, and the fresh air in her lungs was suddenly squeezed Making her eyes light up, she struggled to adjust her position to lie face up, breathing in greedily.

The man took off his gloves in disgust, and threw them on the woman's face, "Remember, there is no second chance."

After leaving a word coldly, the man turned around and walked out without looking back.

The woman lying on the ground rolled her eyes and followed the figure outward until the man's shadow completely disappeared into the light, a string of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, the woman's tense facial expression loosened at this moment, and she curled up her hands legs, hugged himself sideways, and wept bitterly.

She knows better than anyone else that now she has completely become a tool for him to vent his anger. Even if he knows better than anyone else, even if the whole world betrays him, she will not betray him.

But she only cried for a short while, and then quickly climbed up from the ground while supporting the wall, moved her legs that were gradually recovering from the pain, and staggered out.

Because she clearly remembered the last words left by the man's back before completely disappearing into the dark room.

"Go and wash yourself and come to me, don't make me wait too long."