Fu Shao's hidden marriage sweet wife

Maple North Court.

In the entire villa, accompanied by the arrival of a man dressed in a chill, a cold and solemn low pressure lingered.

The servants were all driven out, only Mu Zhen and Song Weiruo's mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Sheng Siyan and Baimu Baiyi were in the open space.

I don't know why Sheng Siyan came to Feng Beiyuan suddenly and sent all the servants away.

He seemed to be carrying the coldness from the outside, and his face was as pale as blood loss, full of morbidity. Seeing that he was not recuperating in the hospital, but came to Fengbeiyuan with his body full of pain, it really made me feel sad. It is impossible not to feel a bad premonition spontaneously.

"Si Yan, when did you wake up? Why did you come here instead of lying down in the hospital when you woke up?" As the only elder here, Mu Zhen couldn't help getting up with a little worry, and said first, "What do you need to ask?" What we can’t say on the phone is the same as telling us to go to the hospital.”

After speaking, I felt that the others had already come, so it was meaningless to talk about it now.

Mu Zhen waved to him and Bai Mu Bai Yi, "Come and sit down, sit down and talk slowly."

But when her words fell to the ground, not only Baimu Baiyi remained silent, but even Sheng Siyan remained silent for a long time.

A few of them stood there motionless.

Mu Zhen stared at them in bewilderment, "Syan..."

Sheng Siyan's gaze was fixed on Song Weiruo who was sitting on the sofa, those dark eyes were as dark as the black night, showing a cold light, and the aura around him was even more so heavy and low pressure, which was breathtaking While making people uneasy, it also makes people daunting and dare not approach.

Ever since the few of them appeared in the villa, Song Weiruo, who was sitting on the sofa, kept her head lowered, not daring to look at them, making it difficult for anyone to see the expression of her buried face, only her face that fell on her lap Her hands were unconsciously pinching the fabric of the trousers on her legs, showing that she was a little nervous.

Sheng Siyan's eyes and Song Weiruo's nervous reaction were too strange.

They are a few people who have known each other for many years, and now they get along together under the same roof, but the atmosphere is different from the solemn and cold atmosphere in the past. That kind of feeling is not even treating Song Weiruo as a transparent invisible person, but a person who seems to be deeply The thorn in his eye.

Taking this picture into his eyes, a bad premonition spread more and more in Mu Xinxin's heart.

At the same time, she was also puzzled, looking back and forth between Song Weiruo and Sheng Siyan, and said dumbly, "What, what's wrong..."

No one answered.

Pushing away from Baimu Baiyi's support, Sheng Siyan stepped towards them with his long legs.

The steps he stepped on with his shiny leather shoes on the ground seemed to be stepping on the tip of a person's heart step by step, which made people's nerves tense.

When they were all silent, Mu Zhen was worried but didn't know what else to ask, so he could only watch Sheng Siyan approaching.

Sheng Siyan's body finally stopped by the coffee table.

Muzhen murmured, "Syan..."

Sheng Siyan remained silent without saying a word, and his cold gaze slowly shifted from Song Weiruo's drooping head to Mu Zhen who was at the side.

In the end, his gaze shifted from Mu Zhen's worried face to the tea table in front of him silently.

On the coffee table covered with white cloth, there was a fruit plate containing pears, apples, bananas and other fruits, and a fruit knife was placed beside the fruit plate.

Through the light of the living room, the smooth surface of the fruit knife lying quietly reflected light, and the knife edge was extremely sharp.

Sheng Siyan's eyes darkened.

Suddenly, he picked up a fruit knife with his right hand, pointed it at the back of his left hand which was also on the coffee table, and stabbed it suddenly.

The movements are fluent and not sloppy, full of vigor and determination.

The few people in the living room were all frightened by his unexpected action, and the sound of surprise resounded throughout the villa in an instant.

Even Baimu Baiyi didn't expect that he would do this suddenly, and rushed over in shock, "Brother Yan!!"

"Syan—"

Mu Zhen and Bai Mu Bai Yi panicked for a moment, but before they got close, Sheng Siyan said in a deep voice that seemed to come from an abyss, "Don't come here!"

The tone is not angry and pretentious, and it is irresistible.

So Mu Zhen and Bai Mu Bai Yi stayed where they were.

Song Weiruo, who lowered her head and didn't look at anyone, was also attracted by their panicked and terrified voices for a moment, and when she subconsciously raised her head without knowing what happened, the picture that caught her eyes was——

The sharp point of the knife sank into the back of Sheng Siyan's left hand.

The bright red and glaring blood gushed out from his palm in an instant, and the thick blood soon flowed down the coffee table, halfway to the side and dripping drop by drop onto the ground.

The excruciating pain hit the internal organs, and Sheng Siyan, who was already horribly injured, turned pale to almost transparent, the veins around his temples jumped suddenly, his jaw line tightened instantly, and a layer of visible pain appeared on his forehead in a cold sweat.

The scene makes one's scalp tingle.

Song Weiruo couldn't believe it, his pupils tightened violently in shock, his body trembled with chills, and his heart shrank tightly with fear, "What are you doing!!"

She got up in a panic and wanted to rush over, but when her eyes met Sheng Siyan's cold eyes, her body froze and stopped.

Under his constricted gaze, Song Weiruo froze, unable to move anymore, unable to take another step forward.

"Be polite first, then fight." Sheng Siyan's eyes turned to Mu Zhen who was on the side again, and he gently pulled the white lips, and the words were clear and uncluttered, "Aunt Mu, this knife is my apology for the kindness I have done to you for many years. Today, even if she is Your daughter, please forgive me, I will not forgive her any more for your sake."

As soon as these words came out, people's hearts suddenly went cold.

Song Weiruo froze.

"Si Yan, what are you doing here? Why are you hurting yourself like this if you can't talk about something properly?" Mu Zhen was at a loss, stepping forward, either not stepping forward or not, kept looking back and forth between Song Weiruo and him , anxious and worried, "What happened, is it necessary to do this... don't scare me like this, okay?"

His astonishing action without blinking an eye really frightened Mu Zhen, who had never experienced any bloody scenes, to the point of fright.

"What the hell happened..." Sheng Siyan's face was stern. He abruptly pulled out the fruit knife inserted into his palm, and threw it away with a bang, while his cold eyes swept across Song Weiruo, "She knows best."

Song Weiruo's face was pale, compared to him who lost blood, he was not much better.

Sheng Siyan asked in an indifferent cold voice, "What have you done, do you confess it yourself, or let me reveal it?"

Song Weiruo pursed her lips with a sullen face, her eyes were dodging and she didn't dare to look at him, it was a sign of guilt, but her mouth was stubborn, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sheng Siyan sneered lowly, he was too lazy to argue, and said decisively without saying a word of nonsense, "Then bring people in."

"Yes."