Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

In recent years, Cinderella and her biological father have done a lot of "good things".

Cinderella was responsible for gaining the trust of the noble girls, luring those innocent noble girls to her "secret garden", and drugging them so that her father could rape them.

And using this as an excuse, they forced them to offer precious treasures, countless money, and beautiful jewelry...

She felt no guilt at all towards her next victim, Mo Jinghuai.

Who told her that her family background was so good? Who told her that she was so beautiful? She deserves to be bullied just because she is so beautiful!

Her eyes were full of malice, and she had no idea what the consequences would be if such a thing happened to an innocent girl.

The dim light came on, she brought a glass of milk from the kitchen and walked upstairs step by step.

Boom boom boom!

The wooden door made a dull sound.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing Mo Jinghuai's pretty face with a hint of impatience.

"Is something wrong?"

Cinderella smiled cutely: "Miss Mo, I'll bring you a glass of milk. You'll sleep better after drinking it."

Mo Jinghuai looked into her smiling eyes and turned away with disgust.

"Need not."

Saying that, he closed the door.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Cinderella was anxious. If she didn't drink, her plan for tonight would be in vain!

She reached out her hand to try to stop him from closing the door.

Mo Jinghuai was not a man who was sympathetic to women. Under the other party's shocked look, he slammed the door shut with his hand.

hiss--

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the intense pain was transmitted to the cerebral cortex. Cinderella was forced to retract her red and swollen hands.

The milk in the other hand also spilled onto the ground due to this accident, and the glass cup shattered all over the floor.

The servant downstairs heard the noise and hurried up. Seeing Cinderella with a gloomy face outside Mo Jinghuai's door, she shrank her neck in fear.

"Three, miss three..."

Cinderella looked at her with a chilling gaze and shouted at her:

"What are you still standing there for?! Hurry up and clean up the floor!"

"Yes, yes..." The servant did not dare to refute, and hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the broken glass from the ground.

Cinderella would not let her go so easily. She raised her foot and stepped hard on the servant's palm holding the glass.

"what--"

In an instant, blood splattered on the floor, mixing with the pure white milk to form a bright pink color.

Cinderella looked at the beautiful color with admiration, her eyes full of obsession: "How beautiful, what a beautiful color!"

The servant fell to the ground with trembling hands, not daring to breathe, for fear that the Third Young Lady would attack him again.

Fortunately, after this time, she no longer had the idea of ​​"teasing" the servants again.

He raised his feet, rubbed them on the ground in disgust, raised the servant's pale face with his toes, narrowed his eyes and threatened:

"Clean this place up, got it? And... you should know how to explain your injury, right?"

"Yes, yes, I know everything."

The servant didn't dare to look at her at all. He lowered his eyes and prayed in his heart that the Third Miss would let him go.

"That's good."

Cinderella adjusted her skirt and returned to her previous weak and innocent appearance, walking down the stairs gracefully in her black leather shoes.

The servant breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth to clean the floor, and forced himself to ask for leave from the housekeeper.

Mo Jinghuai in the room knew clearly what was happening outside the door.

But so what? What does it have to do with him?