The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Father left, and the whole living room fell silent again.

Sheng Liting didn't intend to pierce this layer of veil, but that industrial zone is by no means something that the Sheng family can control alone.

He probably knows something about what is hidden in it. It is the same as the intention of the Fengsheng Research Institute back then. The only difference is that this time the scale is bigger and more terrifying.

What are they going to do?
Who is behind that so-called consortium?
Sheng Liting closed his eyes. After all, he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his whole body felt a little exhausted.

But there was also a brainy girl in the room.

This time he locked the door, he was sure that this girl should not be able to hear the conversation between himself and his father.

Thinking of this, he strode towards the bedroom.

In the room, Su Jin saw the figure approaching from the surveillance screen, quickly disconnected, put the mobile phone in her pocket, and sat cross-legged on the chair with an innocent face, waiting for the other party to open the door.

With a "click", the door opened.

Su Jin rolled her two big, round and watery eyes, just looking at the tall and big figure at the door against the light for a moment.

The darkness in the room made Sheng Liting stunned. He turned on the light and said, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Su Jin didn't say anything, she was used to turning off the lights when she did something bad, after all, she did something shady, she had to respect her profession.

For some reason, Sheng Liting saw a trace of fear in her eyes, as if she was a little helpless, and the way she curled up on the chair with her hands on her knees faintly revealed her fear.

After all, this is still a child.

Sheng Liting coughed lightly, "It's very late today, I agree to sleep at your place for the time being, and send someone to take you away tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he closed the door.

Su Jin blinked, probably because she didn't expect him to say this after staring at her for a while, and thought that he was about to start another round of extorting confessions.

Standing at the door, Sheng Liting suddenly felt that something was wrong. This room seemed to be his bedroom.

In this way, he subconsciously turned around and wanted to open the door again.

But the moment his right hand touched the door lock, he took it back.

He slandered: The air inside has been polluted by her, it's already dirty, if I change to another room now, wouldn't that give her a chance to pollute other places of her own?

Sheng Liting nodded in satisfaction, not giving her a chance to succeed.

In the room:

Su Jin stood beside the big bed, hesitating whether she should sleep in this bed, but based on what she knew about that guy, his perverted cleanliness, as long as she touched his things, he might immediately throw herself into the bed. Repeated disinfection in formalin water.

If you don't shed a layer of skin, you will be sorry for his four-piece bed that is as smooth as silk.

Su Jin gave up this desperate idea, just nestled on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

The underground consortium, what kind of organization is that?
Why has she never heard of it?

Su Jin took out her mobile phone and checked all the files copied from Sheng Liting's computer one by one. She was dazzled by the tens of thousands of files directly, and she looked like a hypnotist.

She closed her eyes and just fell asleep.

Silent night.

The sound of opening the door lightly came from the door, and one person stood at the door, looking at the situation in the room silently.

Sheng Liting looked at the empty big bed, and moved his eyes to the right. As expected, the little girl was just curled up on the sofa, falling asleep.

He went in without making a sound, bent down and picked up the little girl.

In a daze, Su Jin only felt that someone was moving her arm, and she immediately regained consciousness vigilantly.

The room was very dark, so dark that only the outline of the other party could be seen.

Sheng Liting probably didn't expect her to wake up just like that. After the two of them looked at each other for a second or two, the atmosphere of silence was instantly ignited.

Su Jin felt that she was hanging in the air, struggling in a hurry to break free from the other party's embrace.

Before Sheng Liting had time to put her down, he took a fist from her, which happened to touch his own wound.

The pain was like a burst of electric current spreading from the heart to the seven meridians and eight collaterals. The pain made him tremble, and he was sweating profusely. For a while, he couldn't even speak.

Su Jin staggered back a step, fiddled with her clothes at a loss, and she didn't know why she had to tidy up her clothes. It felt like something shameful happened to the two of them just now.

Sheng Liting knelt down on one knee, covered the wound with one hand, and propped himself on the ground with the other, trembling all over.

It was only then that Su Jin noticed his strangeness, the light from outside the door shone in, happened to fall on the brows of his brows, drops of sweat fell on the carpet along his forehead.

"What's the matter with you?" Su Jin ran up to him in a panic, knelt down, saw him trembling uncontrollably, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

Sheng Liting shook his head, as if he hadn't recovered yet, his voice was hoarse and deep, "It's okay."

Su Jin heard that his breathing was so low that he was almost out of breath, and said anxiously: "You are still like this, and you still say it's okay?"

She tried to help him up, and as soon as they moved, she saw a touch of red leaking from between his fingers.

Even under the dim light, she still saw the red color, her eyes widened almost suddenly, and she didn't dare to say: "Are you hurt?"

In the air, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Sheng Liting sat on the chair, leaned forward uncontrollably, and pressed the wound with his right hand, trying to resist the sudden burst of severe pain.

A tearing wound is not a pain that can be expressed in words.

No matter how indifferent he is, he can't control his facial expression at all.

Su Jin turned out the first-aid kit in his home with ease, and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Sheng Liting noticed her movements in a daze, but before he finished speaking, he saw the other party approaching him with gauze and iodophor.

He waved his hand, "No, no—"

Before the words fell, Su Jin didn't even say a word, and put the person down from the chair to the ground.

That's right, it's down.

Sheng Liting was so shocked that he couldn't breathe anymore, and he almost passed out when his eyes went dark.

Regardless of whether he agrees or disagrees, Su Jin tore off his home clothes without thinking, taking a full view of the scenery in his heart.

Sheng Liting stared blankly, completely forgetting the pain, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Su Jin turned a deaf ear to his doubts, poured iodophor, and poured his bleeding wound inside and out.

"Well!"

Sheng Liting stared straight, probably didn't expect her, she would do this, the sudden pain made him open his eyes and mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

Su Jin finished disinfecting, took out a few white pills, and just glanced at the ingredients of the medicine, anti-inflammation and hemostasis, and then sprinkled it on his wound.

Finally, he took out a knife, sprayed it with disinfectant repeatedly, and roasted it with fire.

Her best method of quick hemostasis.

Sheng Liting regained his composure, and saw that she was holding a burnt and shiny scalpel in her hand, and then she smiled wickedly at him.