rebirth of wrong love farewell

"Lan, go to the closet quickly and lock the closet door behind you." Zhang Zhirou pushed her daughter's small body into the closet in panic, and there was a loud banging on the door, which was only 60 square meters. The inside of the room was like a fatal spell, breaking the original warm atmosphere in the room.

The sound of slamming the door became louder and more intense, mixed with the impatient cursing and howling of several men, and the door lock shook under the violent impact, and even the screw screwed into the wooden door Gradually, as if the submerged wood quietly surfaced on the water, it slowly fell off.

"Blue." Zhang Zhirou flusteredly covered his daughter with a pile of clothes, looked at her immature but angelic face, looked at her eyes that were terrified but pretended not to be afraid.

The woman's voice was trembling, with the last trace of dignity as a mother in front of her daughter: "Don't look, don't look at Mom, don't come out later, don't come out no matter what happens, please... "

Resisting the sadness in her heart, the woman's slender and pale fingers closed the door of the closet at once, leaving the child curled up in the corner of the closet in the dark and safe small space, the pair of pure crystal-like eyes The eyes gradually filled with hatred, darkly stained with madness and coldness.

Zhang Zhirou turned around, listened to the increasingly unbearable words coming from outside the door, walked quickly to the window, picked up the kitchen knife on the square table, the cold metal knife surface flashed her beautiful face, and Those empty, hopeless eyes.

The old wooden door creaked and almost cracked, and finally, under the violent impact of several adult men, the door lock bounced off, and the door panel slammed into the wall of the house, making a loud bang , causing the ground to tremble.

Three men in white shirts and flared trousers stood outside the door and looked at the woman holding a kitchen knife in the room. They glanced at each other before walking in, ignoring her trembling hand holding the kitchen knife.

"Yo, I saw our brothers didn't say welcome, but even used knives. Fifth sister, you are not a real person!" The man with a blue birthmark on his left face stood cheerfully in front of Zhang Zhirou, sizing him up casually. This little rental room.

A bed takes up most of the space, and the rest is only a one-person-high wardrobe leaning against the corner, and a small square table and a small bucket under the window.Pots and bowls are neatly placed under the table, next to a coal stove for cooking and a small bag of coal briquettes.

The three adult men spread out and stood in a curved arc, looking at the beautiful woman leaning against the wall, the man on the right said with a distressed expression: "Looking at the blue face scares our Fifth Sister, and her face turns pale." As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Zhang Zhirou, and the bluffing woman pointed the kitchen knife at him nervously, her sharp voice filled with endless fear: "Don't come near me."

"Promising." Qinglian looked at the man who was pointed at with a knife and dared not approach with disgust, and took out a pack of red plums from his breast pocket with a smile, put it in his mouth skillfully, and took a mouthful of enjoyment , Breathing out a smoke ring, he said: "Fifth Sister, why do you do this. Anyway, we are both your men, and for the sake of our past love, we will not hurt you. Put the knife away, or else It's not good to hurt yourself."

Zhang Zhirou held the knife tightly, looked at them, and begged in his voice, with a weakness that aroused desire and fire: "This is not Hongjie hall, please go out, at night, at night I will definitely come to the hall to take good care of you." you."

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, the blue face stretched out the polished leather shoes to crush the reddish sparks, and said helplessly: "Fifth sister, we found this place with great difficulty, so you let us go. It's too heartless." Right. You're already a bitch, why do you care where you serve men?"

Zhang Zhirou looked at the three smiling people nervously and fearfully, pointing the kitchen knife in his hand at them, feeling extremely uneasy, which made the kitchen knife tremble slightly, not to mention that her soft and beautiful picture seemed to come from a painting. The face that came out, the delicate charm that implied charm, the extreme that people will never forget after being fucked once, the pretentiously fierce and submissive posture that is different from the numb submissiveness in the past made the lower body of the three of them instantly swell It became hard, and even the breathing was hot and heavy.

She is a natural beauty in bed, as long as she tastes her taste, other women are like a rotten piece of wood, dull and disappointing.

The blue face secretly cast a look at the man standing on his left, then lit another cigarette and smoked, looked up at the resolutely unwilling woman, he shook his head regretfully, and turned his head to the other The two said: "In this case..."

Before he finished speaking, the man on the left suddenly pulled up the quilt on the bed and threw it at the woman. When the woman dodged in a hurry, the three men jumped on her.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground and let out a crisp mournful cry, the blade trembling slightly, cutting across the invisible air.

The sound of the clothes being torn was like the first act of an opera, playing the frenzied debauchery of the men.

In the small rented room, there were only beast-like roars from the three men, and the violent banging sound that was so refreshing to the bone.

The sound of absurd wanton insults clearly passed through the thin cabinet door through the air, but in the dark and narrow space, a quiet and strange scarlet glow of blood suddenly flashed.