On the king-sized bed, the woman lay naked and scarred on it, her long black hair covering her face messily.

The noon sun shone on her through the screen, and her bare skin was so white that it seemed to be transparent, and she lay there quietly, her plump and seductive breasts barely rose and fell, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Zhang Hao was standing on the edge of the bed staring at the woman on the bed, he had a cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell on the woman's smooth carcass, forming a wonderful contrast.

He looked at her for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to rudely brush away the messy hair that covered the woman's face, revealing the woman's pale, pretty face.

Under the bright and abundant light, the woman's unpowdered face was flawless, and it was as beautiful as a painting.

It's just that her face is pale, the corners of her mouth are bruised, her lips that were originally as red as petals have been bitten by someone, and there are dried blood stains on her lower lip.

Zhang Hao slowly spat out a smoke ring into her face, and the light blue smoke covered the woman's face like a light veil, and the woman was still lying there quietly, motionless.

If he hadn't been sure she still had a snort, he would have thought she was dead.

He couldn't remember how he tossed her last night.

I only know that she kept fainting, and she was constantly tortured by him until she woke up, and then lost consciousness again.

However, in spite of his inhumane torture, she never called for help, and there seemed to be some tacit understanding between them, and he raised her just to satisfy his unsightly hobby, and she was accustomed to enduring his torture, and developed a certain inexplicable trust in his abuse, convinced that he was measured and would not really kill her.

Zhang Hao really didn't plan to kill her - a woman like this who looks and has an excellent figure and can be tossed by him, if she dies, it will be difficult to find a suitable one.

Under normal circumstances, when he woke up the next morning, he should have left, but on this day, I don't know why, he was a little reluctant.

I patted her face, but she still didn't move.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but think, how did she wake up after she left in the past?

Sleep in bed for a day, or more, until the body regains consciousness on its own?

The cigarette between the fingers burned out. Zhang Hao threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and slowly stroked Tang Mi's white carcass with his side head.

Her body was so soft that she lay unconsciously on the bed, like a weed sinking to the bottom of the water, and he gently waved it, and she fell to the side according to his strength.

"Mi Mi, wake up?" he pinched her face, but she only frowned slightly, still showing no signs of waking up.

Zhang Hao's mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated for the third time.

He glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw the word "wife" displayed on it.

"It's annoying. Zhang Hao muttered, but didn't plan to answer the phone.

After the phone vibrated for half a minute, it finally quieted down.

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, although he knew that because of his little willfulness this morning, he would definitely be interrogated by his wife when he went back today.

It doesn't matter so much.

Doesn't he even have the freedom to stay here a little longer?

Fed up with the atmosphere at home, he just wanted to take a breath and relax here with Tang Mi.

In this world, only Tang Mi is the quietest here.

She won't ask him to do this, do that, don't yell at him, won't slap his face in public.

She lay here quietly and beautifully, at his mercy, like a delicate doll.

Zhang Hao reached under the soft back of the woman's neck and picked the woman up from the bed.

She was both soft and weightless.

With just one hand, he put her neck against his hand and lifted her off the bed.

She leaned back on his palm with her eyes closed, her head falling heavily backwards, her long hair pouring down, her full chest trembling slightly with his movements.

Zhang Hao used his other hand to flick her face towards him, so her pale and beautiful little face appeared in the field of vision, and the bloody scabs and faint bruises on her lips did not affect her beauty, but made her look more pitiful.

The so-called cruelty is nothing more than the destruction of beautiful things for people to see-

Zhang Hao is fond of this kind of cruelty, but he is never willing to completely destroy this beauty.

He looked at her for a few moments before picking her up from the bed and making her way to the bathroom.

With his powerful steps, her straight and slender calves that hung down swayed weakly and slightly, and the tender little hands that he had placed on her chest were also slowly falling, swaying back and forth in mid-air, and the shadows of her fingers were stretched long on the floor, where he had carried her through.

Zhang Hao walked into the bathroom and gently put Tang Mi, who was still unconscious, into the bathtub.

The woman's delicate body lay out in the smooth bathtub without support, and a bare arm poked out from the side of the bathtub, and her fingertips scratched the ground weakly, and then froze at a certain point.

Zhang Hao opened the water valve, and the bathtub was slowly filled with water, and the woman's body was wrapped in water, washing, and gradually washing away the blood or dust.

Until the surface of the water gradually submerged her face, she still sank quietly in the water, without the slightest reaction.

Zhang Hao was worried that she really died quietly, so he hurriedly pulled one of her hands to pull her away from the water.

He noticed that her hands were very cold, and reached into the water, only to realize that he was careless and put cold water in the bathtub.

Zhang Hao was born with no experience in taking care of people, so he hurriedly took Tang Mi out and put him on the ground on the side, and then filled the bathtub with hot water again.

After confirming the water temperature this time, Zhang Hao turned around, and Tang Mi, who almost stepped on the ground, couldn't help but slap his head, and said in his heart that he was really confused, why did he put people on the ground so casually?

Fortunately, his wife hasn't given birth to a cub for him, otherwise he would be like this, and he would be such a father, and the child would probably die without knowing how he died.

Zhang Hao put Tang Mi into the bathtub again, and when he picked her up this time, he found that she was very cold, as if she had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

"I'm sorry. Zhang Hao muttered, "I also want to be nice to you, but I'm too bastard and useless." ”

He would never say this when Tang Mi was sober, that is, when Tang Mi was unconscious, he was willing to reflect on himself a little.

But it's just a reflection, and it's unlikely that he will make any changes.

Zhang Hao held the back of Tang Mi's head and let her soak in warm water for a while, and then squeezed some shower gel with his hand and wiped it on her body, wiping out the bubbles in his hand.

Finally, I rinsed her again, then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bedroom.

I don't know how many times the phone on the bedside table vibrates.

Zhang Hao knew that he couldn't delay Tang Mi any longer.

I wanted to wait for Tang Mi to wake up and invite her to do something, but time waits for no one, it's too late, he has to go.

So he rudely kissed her a few times, then picked up the phone and left without looking back.

On the bed, Tang Mi was wrapped in a bath towel wet, his long hair was still dripping, his thick and curly eyelashes were also holding water droplets, and his lips looked a little pale because he had been soaked in water for a long time.

It was already noon, and the sunlight coming in from outside the curtain was getting hotter and hotter, but the temperature in the room was very low, because Zhang Hao didn't remember to turn off the air conditioner when he left.

The woman on the bed lay there limply, her face slightly tilted out of the window, the sun shining on her face, reflecting her pale skin as if it were transparent.

This day is Saturday, because Tang Mi had told Zhang Hao to be here the night before, so that she didn't have to come too early the next day, and she could come again at noon, so Xiaomei ate a hamburger after finishing her work at McDonald's in the morning, and then hurriedly set off on her bicycle.

On the way, Xiaomei remembered his brother's performance the night before, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

No matter how you think about it, Xiao Mao's performance is a little abnormal.

Since Mr. Zhang came over, Xiao Mao has become absent-minded.

Frankly speaking, after eating with Mr. Zhang, Xiaomei thought that Mr. Zhang was quite good.

She had overheard Mr. Zhang lose his temper with Miss Tang once, so she mistakenly thought that Mr. Zhang had a bad temper, but yesterday, whether it was making zongzi or eating together, Mr. Zhang behaved patiently, gentle and educated.

When looking at Mr. Zhang, Xiaomei couldn't help but think, this is the real rich kid.

She has also seen a lot of rich second generations working outside, most of them are arrogant and domineering, and they are arrogant and unreasonable when they have a little money, but Mr. Zhang, he speaks unhurriedly, as if he has no temper at all.

Xiaomei rarely has the opportunity to see a man wearing a particularly formal suit, she thought that a man in a suit would only appear in a TV series, but yesterday, Xiaomei opened her eyes, it turned out that a suit with a good texture can set off a man so tall and temperamental.

Yes, temperament - Xiaomei understood for the first time from Mr. Zhang what is called a man's temperament.

She couldn't help but think that if her younger brother wore such a suit in the future, he would definitely be more temperamental than Mr. Zhang, right?

It's a pity that compared to Mr. Zhang, Xiao Mao was really disappointed last night.

Not only was he not at all as polite as usual, but he was also cold to Mr. Zhang and didn't talk much.

Even to Miss Tang, he was not as respectful as usual.

Fortunately, neither Miss Tang nor Mr. Zhang had any trouble with Xiao Mao.

After eating, Mr. Zhang offered to drive them, Xiaomei was embarrassed, and hurriedly refused, so Mr. Zhang offered to send someone to send them, Xiaomei was hesitating, at this time, Xiaomao said categorically, no need.

In fact, it was really late last night, and if no one sent it, it would be more difficult to get back to the city from here.

But Xiao Mao felt like he had eaten a scale, and he had to go back by himself.

Xiaomei had no choice but to refuse Mr. Zhang's kindness again.

By the time the two returned to the house they rented in Chengbei, it was almost two or three o'clock in the night.