Nie Shao's runaway ex-wife

An Ran kept banging on the door frantically, shouting frantically, as if this could escape some heart-pounding cruel facts.

After an unknown amount of time, she was finally tired, and she slumped on the ground leaning against the door panel, panting violently.

what happened?Who can tell her the answer!

The sky was getting dark gradually, and there was no light in the bedroom, and An Ran sat alone in the darkness, weeping silently.

Finally there was a knock on the door outside, knocking on the door very softly, as if afraid of scaring the people in the room, or a guilty conscience?

An Ran raised her tear-stained face, quickly stood up and opened the door.

The lock of the door was finally unlocked, she opened the door at once, and saw Nie Qingyu's tall and strong figure standing at the door.

There was no light in the bedroom, and the light from outside shone in.His delicate and handsome face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult for her to see clearly.

The man looked at her silently with his back against the light, his expression cold.

An Ran had accumulated words for a long time, and for a while did not know how to ask them.She just stared at him, as if trying to tell the difference from another person from his face.

Nie Qingyu slowly stepped closer to her, and she slowly backed away.

Facing the approach of the man's tall figure, her pupils are dilated, which is an expression of fear.Until he stretched out his big hand to hold her, she suddenly yelled: "Don't touch me!"

Seeing her reaction so fiercely, Nie Qingyu slowly withdrew his big hand that wanted to hold her, and then slowly clenched it into a fist—she was repelling him, fiercely.

"Who the hell are you?" An Ran's gaze was like a knife, as if she wanted to cut open his skin and see the depths of his soul.

Nie Qingyu pursed his pale thin lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally asked, "Who do you say I am?"

"You're not Nie Qingyu!" An Ran's face was as pale as paper, and her voice was as hoarse as a crack.She shouted excitedly: "You are not him!"

Nie Qingyu's brows furrowed, and those dark black eyes slowly turned into a gloomy and stern look.

"The one who got engaged to me and the one who married me are not the same person! You are not the same person!" An Ran continued to shout: "I saw the photos of you two brothers when you were young, who is Nie Qingyu?"

Nie Qingyu laughed suddenly, his smile was so dark that it made people shudder. "What do you say?"

An Ran's psychological defense almost collapsed, she just frantically tried to figure out one thing: "Where is that Nie Qingyu I knew in high school? Your mother's bedroom is full of his photos, I can recognize him at a glance! Where did he go?"

There are two Nie Qingyu, it doesn't matter to her who is real and who is fake.What matters is where her patron saint is!

She waited for a long time but did not wait for the man's answer, and she couldn't help being furious again.

An Ran rushed forward and grabbed his lapel, her voice hoarse like a desperate little beast: "Why hasn't he come back since he left the country? What happened to him..."

A terrible thought came and went in her mind, but she refused to believe it.

"The brothers of the Nie family are obviously twins, why is there only one young master of the Nie family?...What happened..."

An Ran raised her face, her eyes were about to burst, and she let the tears flow out.She kept staring at the man in front of her, as if she never knew him.

No matter how many questions she had, Nie Qingyu remained silent.He returned to his former indifference, and watched her cry coldly without giving any comfort.

He knew that for some things, any verbal consolation seemed powerless.

"Speak!" An Ran became furious, and finally slapped him.

Nie Qingyu pinched her wrist accurately and scolded in a cold voice: "There is no end!"

Here we go again!An Ran laughed back angrily, and only asked him one sentence: "When I was bullied in high school, that Nie Qingyu who saved me...was that you?"

It doesn't matter who the real Nie Qingyu is, she only needs her patron saint!

This time Nie Qingyu answered happily: "No!"

safely:"……"

Although she had guessed this fact a long time ago, she still suffered a lot from hearing him deny it.

Before she could digest and react, Nie Qingyu had already acted preemptively.

He grabbed her wrists with his backhand, and easily lifted her over, forcing her to cling to his straight body.

Such a close distance and such an ambiguous posture made An Ran feel uncomfortable immediately.She screamed almost immediately: "Let go of me! Don't touch me..."

"I haven't finished yet!" Nie Qingyu's charming and handsome face showed a sinister smile, and his tone became more dangerous and soft. "It wasn't me who saved you in high school, and it wasn't me who got engaged to you, but it was me who married you, and it was me who raped you, and it was me who made you pregnant..."

"Shut up!" An Ran screamed and closed her eyes, unable to accept this cruel fact. "You bastard! You devil! Let go of me! You're not him! You're not him! You're not him..."

Nie Qingyu has a heart of stone, and is not moved by the woman's tears and pain.He continued to torture her cruelly: "Well, that's right. Just over an hour ago, I was the one who fucked you on the bed in this room!"

"Please don't say it... Please let me go... Please don't touch me..." An Ran cried out of breath, she seemed to be choking, her eyes turned white and she fainted on Nie Qingyu in the arms.

The tearing torment was finally over, and she was temporarily relieved.

When An Ran woke up again, it was already late at night.

In the dark bedroom covered by the curtains, she screamed and got up, frantically looking for the light switch.

"Pa" the lights came on, but she flinched as if in shock.When her eyes got used to the light, she found that she was back in the bedroom of Longhu Manor.

An Ran found herself breaking out in a cold sweat, soaking the new pajamas she had just changed into.

Who sent her back to Longhu Manor?Who changed her pajamas again?Thinking back to everything that happened before fainting, it seemed like an absurd nightmare.

An Ran stroked her forehead, her palm was wet with fine beads of cold sweat on her forehead, her whole body was limp and weak.

She was panting heavily, still in shock.

She was alone in the bedroom.If she guessed correctly, she must have been imprisoned again.

An Ran jumped out of bed with bare feet, ran to the door of the bedroom and reached out to pull the door lock, and sure enough the door was locked.

She turned around and was horrified to find that the clock on the wall had also disappeared.

In this bedroom, there are no electronic products, not even a clock, and she is completely isolated from the world.

An Ran ran to the window again. She couldn't find the remote control for the curtains, so she dragged the heavy curtains with her hands, and finally saw the outside—the night was deep!

She tried to open the balcony door, but it was also locked.

An Ran returned to the bedroom door again, beat on the door desperately, and screamed: "Is anyone outside? Open the door! Let me out! Let me out!"

She pounded on the door for a long time and screamed for a long time.His hands were swollen from beating, and his voice was hoarse, but the outside was always as quiet as a company.

An Ran fell powerlessly to the ground, crying bitterly.

"Stop making trouble!" A familiar voice finally sounded outside, and the man lowered his voice to persuade her: "When will you calm down before you can walk out of this door."