The heat, the heat of the fire, spread all over his body, and he struggled, and when he opened his eyes, the crystal lamp above his head was a little dazzling.

He saw his limbs tied to the big bed, and next to the bed, a woman in sexy pajamas was looking at him with a sneer.

The only thing Liang Yichen can think of at the moment is, does she have any special habits?

Getting hotter and hotter, some strange sensations are spreading in and out of the body.

The only trace of consciousness he had left was resisting, but the vicious woman in front of him was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and she wanted to go crazy more and more uncontrollably......

Liang Yichen's scarlet eyes were full of anger, and with what little sense he still had, he asked viciously: "What did you add to the milk, my mother, what did you do to her?!"

"Of course it's ~ a good thing, Mom sleeps peacefully, isn't it very uncomfortable? You beg me~~"

The woman with delicate makeup, her fingers rubbed restlessly back and forth on his chest, her red lips were closed one by one, and she said in an ambiguous tone, but her eyes were full of mockery.

"Lan Mengjiao, you evil, vicious woman, get out~ get out!" Liang Yichen clenched his hands and endured it desperately, his body was like thousands of ants crawling, hot and itchy, crispy and numb, unspeakably uncomfortable, his voice was hoarse, trembling and roaring.

"What's the matter? You can beg me, let go of your pride, your dignity, and beg me like a dog! Just like I beg for your love, Liang Yichen, beg me, beg me!"

Lan Mengjiao's innocent eyes were dyed with a trace of hatred, gradually becoming dark and crazy, she lowered her voice and said fiercely, her bright red nails grabbed him fiercely, and a trace of blood stained his pure white shirt.

The pain made him regain a trace of reason, such a crazy woman in front of him made him a little scared, Liang Yichen suppressed his anger, and said in a slightly soft tone: "Lan Mengjiao, you let me go first, okay?"

"It's not good! Why, I'm scared, your dad is angry with me, and the woman in the hospital is also my ......" Lan Mengjiao looked at the man on the bed with complicated eyes, his face was flushed, and said lightly.

Liang Yichen's face was full of shock, his father's death was related to her, he knew this, but Lin Ruoshui didn't commit suicide, how could it have anything to do with her?

Is this woman, so easily saying such things, is she crazy?

"You, what do you want to ~ do?" asked Liang Yichen through gritted teeth.

He felt like he was going to explode, and his limbs kept struggling, struggling hard, and the rope was strangled with blood.

"What do I want, don't you know?" Lan Mengjiao looked at the man who was in pain, her eyes flashing with a crazy and bloodthirsty light.

continued: "I want a child, but you always look disgusted, you don't want to look at me, you think I'm not worthy, pregnant with your child! Liang Yichen, married me, but didn't love me, you make me feel deep despair! I hate you as much as I love you! I hate you!" At the end, she yelled with red eyes and almost collapsed.

Liang Yichen struggled in pain, sweating profusely, and his limbs kept kicking and clawing: "You let go of me! Let go of me!!"

Lan Mengjiao laughed, first with a self-deprecating sneer, then a sharp and sarcastic laugh, and finally into a crazy laugh......

After a while, she calmed down, there was no love or hate in her eyes, only sadness in her eyes.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the person she loved the most, she looked distressed, sad and helpless and said:

"Don't struggle, I just want a child, except for me Lan Mengjiao, no one is qualified to give you a child. ”

As he spoke, he slowly climbed onto the bed, his delicate and white fingers caressed his face, and his voice was full of pathos:

"I'm sorry!Yichen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just love you too much, I want a child too much, don't blame me, I'll help you ......"

A few sad tears dripped on Liang Yichen's bloodstained wrist, which made him grin in pain, dripping on his hot face, cold and cold, but extremely comfortable.

The woman's red lips, like a vampire in a movie, came up, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't do anything, and closed his eyes in despair......

The consciousness is gradually blurred, the heart is infinitely resistant, but the body is very honest,......

He was like a doll, let her trample on it, over and over again, Liang Yichen felt a deep shame.

He would never forgive, this poor and pathetic, vicious and insidious woman, he hated her, hatred like never before, filled his heart, he wanted a divorce, he wanted to leave this mad woman......

............

Slowly coming back to his senses, Liang Yichen's hand holding the cup was slightly forced, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Every time he thought about that night, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

Liang Yichen's obvious green tendons on his hands exposed his suppressed emotions at the moment, he took a deep breath, the pain in his eyes slowly faded, he lifted the cup, and drank it all.

Walking to the window and looking at the lights of the city, his heart was empty, which made him suddenly feel deeply tired.

He took out his phone and wanted to talk to someone, he was afraid that this full of loneliness and loneliness would swallow him.

............

"What are you doing?" Liang Yichen sent a WeChat message out, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for her message.

After a while, the message prompt sounded, and his hanging heart finally fell halfway.

"I'm watering the flowers. Lin Ruoshui replied.

"Do you still raise flowers?" asked Liang Yichen.

"Cut, look down on me, you don't know, our old man, but he likes to raise flowers, he has a bad memory, often forgets to water, I'll help if I'm fine, otherwise he will die, and the old man should be sad again." Lin Ruoshui smiled, hid on the balcony, and secretly replied.

Liang Yichen looked at Lin Ruoshui, he had a very cordial feeling about his father's name, and when he used to talk to others about his father, he also liked the old man's name......

His father always blew his beard and glared at him: "That old man is your father, you are not filial!"

And he always replied with a hippie smile: "Oh, Dad, the old man is a nickname, it's more affectionate......"

"What kind of flowers does your old man raise?" Liang Yichen asked.

"The old man is what I called, you are not allowed to call it that, you have to call it uncle, impolite fellow. Lin Ruoshui said.

Liang Yichen curled the corners of his lips: "Teacher Xiaolin has taught me that it is too troublesome to call my uncle, and I have to change my words in the future, isn't it better to call my father." ”

"Get out, dare to take advantage of me, you owe a beating. Lin Ruoshui replied with a shyly face.

Liang Yichen could think of her coquettish appearance, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and asked, "What flower do you like the most?"

Lin Ruoshui was taking care of the pot, a flower with special significance, so he took a photo and sent it over.