The life of a despised omega

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The villa was cleaned, Ling Jia returned to the place where the servants lived, and I followed.

The doctor was handling Ling Jia's hand, and I apologized to him from the sidelines. Ling Jia smiled and replied, "It's none of your business, this finger should have been cut off before, because you kept it for so long."

"So, I should thank you."

Still feeling sorry for her, Ling Jia told me the truth when she saw that she wouldn't move and she wasn't hiding it from me.

It turned out that Ling Jia bought the photographer to act in this play, and blamed Xu Shi for drugging me.

"Only by making things big can you get attention. Now you are completely angry. I didn't tell you in advance because I was afraid that you would disagree, so I decided to cut it first and play later."

I suddenly wanted to laugh, what is the difference between my behavior and my mother in the rumors, who will do whatever it takes to become popular.

But I didn't feel ashamed, because I seemed to be really popular, and the number of fans soared to 800 million within a few hours.

And the trend hasn't stopped.

I looked at Ling Jia: "If you lose a finger, you really don't lose."

Ling Jia put the bandaged hand in front of her eyes, looked left and right, and said with great satisfaction, "Isn't this result satisfactory to you and me?"

"This circle is like this, this is just the first one I can teach you, and there will be more in the future."

How many people who work beside Gong Huanshen are normal?

I quickly accepted the matter and simply asked how Xu Shi was doing.

Ling Jia: "Don't worry, he really has this idea, and he has indeed acted on it, so there will be no reversal of this matter, and he will never appear in the entertainment circle in the future. You can rest assured."

Ling Jia's methods were really good. In just a few days, Xu Shi publicly apologized and said that he would accept corresponding punishment.

And I, as the biggest winner, won everyone's sympathy, and successfully purified Xu Shi's fans to my side. The Weibo comment area was full of people who scolded Xu Shi for sympathizing with me.

Various brokerage companies offered olive branches one after another, but Ling Jia refused one by one and quickly established Tang Ruxin's studio.

I'm a huge dark horse of the year.

It became popular quickly.

Although the means are disgraceful, the result is very good.

Because of Gong Huanshen, I was forced to stay in the villa, and the studio claimed to recuperate from illness.

Gong Huanshen seems to be possessed recently, his temper is extremely hot, and if anything goes wrong, he will go crazy and torture people, almost everything in the villa is smashed by him.

The entire villa was panicked, only the housekeeper remained calm.

When Gong Huanshen was in a bad temper, the butler was there to clean up the mess, not afraid of being hurt at all.

It was the middle of the night again, I was thirsty and got up to drink water. The butler appeared behind him like a ghost. He was holding a pot of tea, staring at me faintly, "What are you going to do?"

I showed him the water glass, "Drink water."

"Finished?"

"Finished."

He passed me with a tea tray, "Follow me."

I don't know why I followed.

My footsteps stopped at the door of the study, and the butler handed me the tea tray, "Send it in."

I asked, "Why don't you send it in yourself?"

Butler: "Send it in, if you want to leave here early."

After weighing the pros and cons, I took the tea tray. Instead of being tortured by Gong Huanshen in the villa every day, I can still accept giving him a cup of tea.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and it also applies here.

Knocking on the door, it took a while for two words to come in.

I opened the door and walked in.

This is the first time I have entered this study room, there is only a little light in the room, relying on this light, I observe the overall layout of the room.

The entire study room is large but not empty. There are four or five bookshelves standing upright, on which are displayed all kinds of books covering various fields. It is much more grand than the one on the fourth floor.

There is an ancient sandalwood desk in front of the innermost row of bookshelves, and the light source is emitted from it. I approached there with a tea tray, and Gong Huanshen's figure appeared little by little.

He was wearing a linen home clothes, curled up on a leather chair shapelessly, his legs and upper body were hanging in the air, and the chair only supported his middle part.

The 1.9-meter tall man presents this posture, which is inconsistent and funny.

I yelled at him, and he hummed from his nasal cavity, slowly raised his drooping head and turned his face, and said lazily, "What are you doing?"

The light on the desk was reflected on his face. Following the light, his face was as pale as paper, his pupils were dilated and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his slightly parted lips were chapped to the point of being white, and there were some slight bruises on the lip lines. blood.

The hair that is usually carefully groomed has become rough and messy at this time, drooping and scattered, very decadent.

"What are you doing, talk." He repeated, his voice weak.

I put down the tea tray and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He sat up, raised his eyelids, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you here?"

"The housekeeper asked me to bring you tea." I pushed the tea tray in front of him, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

"Sleep." He took two sips of tea, "hehe."

Seeing his appearance, he hasn't slept for at least half a month, so I said good night and left the study.

A gust of wind blew up in my ears, and the teacup flew past my side and hit the bookshelf.

"Bang—" the cup shattered, and the tea scattered, splashing a lot of spines.

Before I could react in time, my waist and hands were bound by a pair of hands. In an instant, the world was spinning, and I was pressed on the desk.

Gong Huanshen's bewildered eyes flicked all over me, my hands were cut back to the top of my head by him, and he freed up one hand to unbutton my chest.

The tyrannical pheromone rushed out of his body quickly, overflowing the entire study.

"Xiaoshuang, forgive me, okay?" The crying in the ear was full of grievances.

It's over, Gong Huanshen is in the susceptible period.

——I am not like me in the susceptible period, I can't control myself.

The word on the bamboo slice lingered in my ears, it reminded me that Gong Huanshen was going crazy and I was in danger.

I struggled under his hands and yelled at him with my eyes wide open: "Gong Huanshen, I'm Tang Yuan, you said you wouldn't touch me!"

The hand on the chest stopped, and the head buried in my neck was lifted up. Gong Huanshen's eyes stopped on my face, as if it took a long time to recognize who the person in front of me was.

"Look clearly, I'm Tang Yuan, not your Xiaoshuang, let me go!"

Gong Huanshen's hand caressed my face gently, and his dry fingers kept rubbing against my face with scalding heat.

Bone-biting and heart-wrenching.

"Gong Huanshen, wake up!"

He stretched out his index finger to press my mouth: "Shh, call me Ah Shen."

"Gong Huanshen!"

The fingers on my mouth moved away, and Gong Huanshen's face was enlarged in front of my eyes. In an instant, my mouth was blocked again.

The scorching breath entered my mouth, and the wet and hot tongue was rampant in my mouth. Realizing what happened, I bit down without sparing any strength, the blood spread in my mouth, bloodshot saliva overflowed from the corner of my mouth, sticky on the There was friction between the two faces.

Nausea, want to vomit!

The moment Gong Huanshen's tongue withdrew, I bit his upper and lower lips.

Bite hard.

A voice kept shouting in my head: bite it to pieces!

Bite it!

Dirty things don't deserve to be in the world, destroy them, and nothing happens after they are destroyed.

Water drops fell on the face, icy cold, one drop, two drops...

more and more.

Unstoppable drops of water fell on my face, and in a trance, I loosened my teeth.

The person lying on top of me sobbed softly: "I'm about to be driven crazy by you..."

"Uncle..."

Gradually regaining consciousness, Gong Huanshen was still suppressing me, blood was dripping from between his mouth, and the scarlet blood fell drop by drop on my Adam's apple, slipped and spread along the neck until it flowed to the glands at the back of my neck.

The glands started to heat up, breathing out suddenly, opening and closing, the smell of licorice came out along with the trend, entangled with the bloody smell in the air.

The glands that received the response became more excited, and the smell of licorice leaked out, getting stronger and stronger.

Gong Huanshen stretched out his hand to hold down my beating glands, sometimes gently and sometimes with gravity, my body was so tormented that my body was sore and limp.

"Gong Huanshen...you will die..."

"Hush--" He buried himself in my neck again, rubbed his bloody lips against the collarbone of my neck, his breathing changed from heavy to light, until he let out a sigh of satisfaction, his tough body relaxed, and his breath sprayed on my chin, One after another very soft voices entered the ears: "It's worth dying in your hands."

Gong Huanshen relaxed a lot, and my hands were freed. He rested on me with his eyes closed, and I turned my head to look for something that could be used.

There are two glass photo frames on the left side of the desk, one is a well-behaved and ignorant little boy, and the other is a teenager with silver hair and a smile on his face.

They are like me but not me.

The two stared at me extremely impolitely, with ridicule and contempt.

Annoyed by the sight, I grabbed one of them and threw it at the head of the person above me.

"Whoa-"

The photo frame of the little boy was shattered, and the person on his body was also powerless to fall down.

I escaped from my clutches and ran out of the room.

The butler was waiting with a calm expression on his face. I really wanted to punch him, but I dare not let go of my raised hand.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Mr. Tang, go back and rest." He entered the study and closed the door.

I dragged my weak body back to the bedroom.

Dirty, too dirty.

The front of the gray pajamas was missing two or three buttons, and the neck, collarbone and even the chest were stained with blood, as if someone had cut a major artery.

There is a strong smell of blood in the mouth, foul and fishy, ​​and a simple breath can make me want to vomit, but my physiology is against my wishes. They are excited and jumping away, as if they will break through the limit in the next second.

While putting water into the bathtub, I injected the inhibitor into my body. The high-quality inhibitor took effect instantly, without any discomfort, only physiological relief.

The taste in the mouth is too bad, the toothpaste can't be swallowed or spit out, just hold it like this, only in this way can the mouth be fresher.

The throat is also contaminated a lot, gargling is useless, and drinking the whole bottle of mouthwash can relieve some.

The inside is cleaned out, and only the outside remains.

Sink into the bottom of the bathtub and soak until my body becomes soft. In this way, I should be considered clean.