The danger of red wine lies in its mellow taste, which will make people unconsciously intoxicated, just like a beautiful woman, which will always make men unguarded and sink step by step.

By the time Diao Ranran realized that she might be a little drunk, she had no strength to climb out of the bathtub.

Fortunately, the water in the tank has not completely cooled down, Diao Ranran moved his neck, threw the empty cup aside, and continued to soak his whole body in the hot water. The pores seemed to be open, and her limbs were indescribably relaxed, accompanied by a slight drunkenness, and she closed her eyes little by little.

The feeling of drowsiness hit me slightly, a little weird, she has always been a night owl, she shouldn't be sleepy so early.

The water valve of the pool does not seem to be tightened, and it is dripping with water, and the sound is actually a little crazy.

In the quiet bathroom, I don't know why there seems to be a gust of wind, blowing the light pink curtain slightly undulating.

Diao Ranran closed his eyes and almost fell asleep.

In the haze, she seemed to smell a familiar aroma again, the smell was the one she had smelled before, although it was not strong, but it was impossible to ignore.

The already drowsy brain added a little heaviness, Diao Ranran wanted to get up from the gradually cooler water, but probably because her body was too relaxed to use her strength, she struggled a few times, and then had to give up and continue to lie in the bathtub.

In a trance, I began to dream.

Dreams are like 4D blockbusters, with sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell all coming together, which is terrifyingly real.

She dreamed that she and Diao Chengxi were standing face to face, and the atmosphere seemed to be a little tense, and the place where they were was was the attic in this villa.

Compared to the downstairs master and guest bedrooms, study and game room, the attic is old and dilapidated, no one has cleaned it, and no one has gone up for many years. A few months after returning from the United States, Diao Ranran never had the idea of going in to see it.

But now, she was sure that the bleached creaky floor she was standing on was the floor of the attic.

"You little, you don't deserve to be my daughter!

A bunch of photos fell on his head, falling one after another, like large snowflakes, and a few of them fell at Diao Ranran's feet.

She squatted down blankly and saw clearly that it was the fragrant bed photo of herself and the Lu brothers.

"50 million, it's 50 million! My money is earned by my hard work, not for rubbing your ass! Diao Ranran, you have caused trouble, you will solve it yourself! You, you are simply shameless......"

Diao Chengxi was furious and couldn't help but scold.

Diao Ranran was stunned, she had a premonition that the events of that night would be exposed sooner or later, but she didn't expect that Lu Qinghuan and Lu Qingyu would be so shameless as to take the photo to Diao Chengxi for money blackmail.

She thought that all they wanted was for her to be a sex slave and a plaything, but she didn't expect that they wanted much more than that.

"Fifty million? I didn't expect that I was worth it. ”

Tearing up the few photos in his hand piece by piece, Diao Ranran sneered, raised his hand casually, and spoke calmly.

"You...... You can still say such things! How could my Diao family give birth to such a slut as you! You are ...... with your dead mother."

Diao Chengxi was furious, raised his hand, trembled and pointed at Diao Ranran's face, and couldn't help blurting out scolding.

It's just that he didn't finish a curse sentence as if he suddenly remembered something, and he was stuck there.

Diao Ranran, who was being scolded in silence, her calm expression changed slightly, although she didn't raise her head, she quietly pricked up her ears, wanting to hear it clearly, it was true.

He didn't continue, but the words "dead mother", Diao Ranran still keenly captured it.

Since the death of her mother, her father rarely mentions her, except for Qingming, and rarely goes to the tomb to worship on weekdays. She once thought that he didn't love his mother, but he insisted on not marrying a newcomer for many years, and kept his mother's former bedroom as it was, only allowing Aunt Bao to go in and clean every week, and even he couldn't break in and touch it.

But just now, he scolded himself for being a slut, saying that he was the same as his dead mother.

After the second half of the words were not finished, Diao Ranran understood.

Her mother has been dead for more than ten years, but what did she do to make her husband say such things to his daughter......

She shuddered, she didn't dare to think about it again.

"In short, you are so self-conscious! This money will not be paid by the Diao family, and I will not be paid either. If you are ruined and can't get married, then I will admit it, and I'd rather raise you at home for the rest of your life!"

After the worst, Diao Chengxi threw down a cruel word and walked away.

When he went downstairs, his steps were heavy, and he trampled the old wooden floor, and every sound hit Diao Ranran's heart.

At that moment, she couldn't help but think of the beginning of the book "Love in a Fallen City" that she read when she was a girl, the old and decaying Bai family, Bai Siye sat on the dark balcony, babbling and playing the old huqin. But after all, she is not a white tassel, she is not so down, although she is not much stronger, she can't realistically expect a Fan Liuyuan to take her to Hong Kong for refuge at this time!

As soon as I was nervous, I woke up like this!

Diao Ranran moved his fingers, soaking in the water for a long time, his slender jade fingers were like dry carrots, full of wrinkles.

The water was so cold that she sat up with difficulty, feeling like a swollen floating corpse, so frightened that she quickly moved her nose and sniffed around, lest she really smell formalin.

After boiling hot water under the lotus shower head, Diao Ranran came out in a silk nightgown, drank wine, and felt a little thirsty in his throat.

She walked to the refrigerator and was about to bend down to open the door, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of what seemed to be half a footprint next to the door.

The reason why there are footprints is because someone stepped on them with their shoes on. The texture of this handmade cashmere blanket is the most memorable, and it will leave a mark when you step on it, so Diao Ranran has always changed into soft-soled slippers when she enters the door, so as not to step on the carpet into potholes.

This startled, she suddenly became no longer thirsty or dry, bent her waist, and sneakily walked all the way to the edge of the door.

Diao Ranran held his breath and leaned on the door to listen for a while, but there was no sound in the corridor, and only a corridor light was on. Diao Chengxi rarely comes back, only himself lives on this floor, Aunt Bao and the driver and others live downstairs, and they will never come up easily.

Inexplicably, she was a little scared.

Standing up straight, she took two deep breaths, rested her hand lightly on the doorknob, slowly and silently twisted, and then slammed the door open!

In the hallway, there was no one.

Diao Ranran closed his eyes, quickly closed the door again, confirmed it again and again, and dropped the door lock.

In the whole bedroom, there is still a faint aroma, she is not at ease, follow the smell to find the past, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then to the cloakroom, finally found the source - Aunt Bao gave her a new change of clothes mildew tablets, just the smell of jasmine, after a whole day, the aroma trapped in the clothes and hats can not be dispersed, she just came back when she inadvertently pushed open the door, the backlog of a day's smell burst out, no wonder she was drowsy.

found the root cause, Diao Ranran couldn't help but laugh at himself for being a little stupid, and he was suspicious for a pack of anti-mold tablets.

She drank two sips of water, and was afraid of swelling in the morning, so she hurriedly put it down, turned off the light, and slept under the quilt.

In the darkness of the corridor, a man stood who saw the light in the bedroom go out, stood for a few more moments, and finally left quietly.