Emilia's screams echoed through the villa, sounding terrifying and terrifying.

"You think you're eighteen years old and you'll be free from my discipline, don't you? Dare not return at night! Simon paused for a moment, glaring angrily at Emilia curled up at her feet, and kicked her bloody calf again, "Break your legs, I'll let you run around and not go home!" ”

"Dad, I'm not going home, why don't you go look for me? If you don't come back to me, why do you come to beat me? Emilia was beaten by Simon's heart rebelled, she looked at her father sadly, two tears in her eyes, one by one, she was already injured and miserable, because of the pain and tears and her body trembled violently.

"If you love to run, you will run, why should I look for you back?! I've been kind to you for raising you so much! Simon didn't expect her daughter to question herself, the anger that had not subsided just now rose a little more, and she picked up the iron rod again and beat her indiscriminately.

Emilia's cry became smaller and weaker, and finally she fell to the ground with no breath coming in and out, her eyes changing from sadness to disappointment, to despair, and finally she couldn't see clearly, and slowly closed her eyes.

Simon, who was tired from the beating, sat on the sofa and ordered someone to serve black tea, drinking it slowly alone, staring at Emilia on the ground.

He didn't say that if he asked him to take Emilia back to her room to rest or go to the hospital, no one would dare to go up and care for her.

The nanny who took care of Emilia stood in the corner, crying secretly, and Simon saw it, and also pointed to her nose and scolded.

The nanny would watch the clock every day and wait for Emilia to come home, just like a mother waits for her own daughter to come home. On the night of the party, seeing that it was almost twenty-two o'clock, she couldn't get through to Emilia, and then called Simon, but still didn't get through.

All night, she didn't close her eyes, and kept in touch with Emilia and Simon, but in the end, she didn't get in touch with either.

She only hoped that Emilia would come back before Simon, and that she would be able to help the young lady hide from her master and avoid a beating. But it was so unfortunate that the host came back earlier than the young lady.

"Madame, forgive me for not being able to take care of you well." The nanny was scolded by Simon and didn't dare to cry anymore, so she could only bow her head and ask for forgiveness from Emilia's mother, who died. "Madam, what should I do if you sue me, I want to take Miss to the hospital, but I am afraid that if I anger my master, he will beat Miss even more."

Simon drank a pot of tea, but still didn't tell anyone to take Emilia to the hospital, but Emilia, who was unconscious, woke up from the pain on her body.

"Mom-" Mom......

Emilia called out to her mother weakly, her voice almost inaudible.

Simon's gaze kept falling on her, and even if he couldn't hear what she was saying, he could make out the shape of her mouth.

He stood up and smashed the teacup in his hand on Emilia, and smashed it out with the teapot that the servant had just filled with tea.

"Smack!"

"Ah......h

The sound of the tea party breaking rang out along with Emilia's screams, and everyone present turned their heads, unable to bear to look at Emilia again—the pot of boiling tea instantly burned her feet out of blisters, and the blood from the wound was so miserable and miserable.

"Master, I beg you, take Miss to the hospital. If I don't send it to the hospital, I'm afraid that Miss won't be able to hold on...... I beg you, master! The nanny couldn't take it anymore and rushed over, kneeling at Simon's feet and kowtowing and pleading.

"Get out! Get the fuck out of here! Simon, clenching his fists, gritted his teeth, kicked the nanny away, and yelled loudly.

The nanny hurriedly got up from the ground, and before she had time to take care of her waist, she dragged Emilia out.

Seeing this, the others hurried up to help, and both Emilia and the nanny were sent to the hospital.

When the doctor examined Emilia, he had actually given up on treating her. There were too many fractures on her body, and all kinds of external and internal injuries were mixed together, which made doctors have a headache about where to start to treat.

"Pauline was my babysitter, and luckily I met her." Emilia talked about her most painful experience, as if she had experienced it all over again, and the new and old wounds made her heart ache like a knife. She was a little short of breath, trying to calm herself down, and forcing herself not to cry in front of outsiders, "My Aunt Pauline knelt down and begged the doctor, and the doctor was willing to accept me." Later, maybe my dad regretted it, and he came forward again and called the best doctor. ”

"Don't be upset. It's going to be fine. Anna wanted to comfort Emilia well, but because this was a hospital and someone could come at any time, she could only say these simple words again and again, and she didn't care about the identity distance, so she reached out and shook Emilia's hand. Don't overthink it, take care of your injuries. ”

Emilia barely managed to pull out a smile, but there was bitterness in her smile. "Thank you."

Anna shook her head, and suddenly the other cell phone in her pocket rang.

"Hello." She picked it up, and it was not convenient to call the president, so she simply said hello.

"Call Emilia to answer the phone!" Eric gritted his teeth, not knowing how forbearing, he had heard everything from Anna's other phone.

"Okay." Anna looked at Emilia, gave her her phone, and lipsed, "It's my boss." ”

Emilia understood, took the phone, said "hey" softly, and said nothing.

"It's very strict, why didn't you say it just now?" Eric's tone is like educating a child, and the tone is not very good.

"Why are you ......" Emilia just wanted to ask Eric how she knew that she was injured, but she saw Anna holding her hand, which showed that she had been on the phone, and it had been a long time, only to know that Eric had heard the conversation between her and Anna through Guò's mobile phone. Never mind. ”

"It's okay if you're dead?" Eric didn't know what was wrong with him, and when he heard Emilia say that it didn't matter, a fire in his heart inexplicably rushed up, making him can't help but raise his tone.

"It's not." Emilia sighed secretly, what can Eric know, is it possible to want him to communicate with him often in the future because of sympathy, and take care of himself? No, she doesn't want to! She really likes him, so she wants him to really like her, and not stay with her because of sympathy or guilt or something.

"You ......!!!" Eric got up from his office chair, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and smashed it out in a circle, but it landed lightly on the glass. He closed his eyes, Emilia was still a child, much younger than himself, and it was because of himself that Simon was beaten like this, and it was natural for him to care about her.

"I really don't care. When I'm out of the hospital, I'll go to you. Emilia didn't understand why Eric was angry, she guessed that it was because she was beaten, which made him feel burdened, and she was afraid that Simon would find out and have a series of problems, so she was angry that she couldn't even lie. I'm sorry. Thinking of this, she apologized in a whisper, feeling that she was useless, Eric had taught herself to lie, and she still couldn't suppress the matter, but instead made it like this, which made everyone nervous.

"......" Eric frowned, and the words that he had just wanted to get angry could no longer be spoken. He paused, and said in a slightly low voice, "The computer is for your friend." ”

"Hmm. Thank you again when you come back. After Emilia finished speaking, she deliberately raised her voice in disguise, and added, "You actually helped me copy the notes." ”

Eric's brow twitched again, "You let Anna come back." The situation is special, I can't go to see you, and I can't send someone to see you in the future. ”

"I know. It's okay. I've got Aunt Pauline by my side. Emilia understood what Eric meant, she smiled wryly, and this time she took the initiative to hang up the phone. Without hesitation.

Eric will not ruin his career and future because of a woman, he is a very ambitious man.

Emilia knew this, and it was precisely because she knew it so well that she suddenly felt a little sad.

When she was beaten, she didn't know how big it would be if Eric could come and take her away. He was not afraid of anything, like a knight, bravely appeared, confronted her father, and decisively took her away. Even if you don't keep her around, just take her out of that desperate situation.

However, extravagant imagination is indeed extravagance.

It can't be true, and it won't come true.

After Anna leaves, the nurse comes to change Emilia's bottle.

"Is my dad here today?" Emilia asked the nurse.

"Nope." The nurse changed the hanging bottle and carefully checked the needle before going out.

After the door closed, the room returned to its deathly silence.

Emilia didn't know what she was feeling like, Simon didn't come, and she could rest assured that he wouldn't find out that Eric had sent Anna.

But she couldn't help but feel sad, she was beaten like this by her father, he didn't come to see her, and threw her to the hospital alone to fend for herself.

Other people's children can't come home on time, and their parents will always call to care, but when they come to her, it's the complete opposite. Dad would rather go out to play with women, he will care if she can go home safely in the middle of the night alone, and will not go to her when she is not home and cannot be contacted. He would only hurt her with his fists, weapons, and words when she made mistakes, bringing her both physical and mental trauma.

"Miss, why are you crying again? Don't you cry, what should you do when you're angry? Pauline, the nanny, walked into the ward on crutches and saw Emilia crying, and she couldn't help crying.

"Aunt Pauline, I just miss my mother. In this world, apart from my mother, only Aunt Pauline likes me the most, and I really like it. Emilia's gaze followed Pauline, who was hunched over and hunched over, her waist flashing, and it was very strict, all for herself. And even so, she still endures the pain and takes care of her food and clothing every day, without fake hands.

Pauline always said that she didn't worry about other people's care for Emilia, so she had to do everything herself.

"I miss Madame too. When I followed my wife, she was only ten years old, and when she married your father, I came with me and continued to serve her. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye. She wiped the tears from the corners of Emilia's eyes, but she couldn't help crying, "When Madame left, tell me that I will take care of you, but I am a useless old woman and can't do anything." ”

"Aunt Pauline, don't say that." Emilia looked at the nanny with emotion, "Although I never said it, in fact, after Mom left, you are closer to me than Dad." ”

"Silly girl. No matter how close you are, there is no blood relationship. Pauline smiled, her face wrinkled, but very kind.

"What's the use of blood, doesn't it mean that you can do it?" Emilia wanted to throw herself into Pauline's arms as if she was coquettish as usual, but she was covered with bandages everywhere and couldn't move at all, so she could only think about it in her heart and pout, "It's still my Aunt Pauline!" The dearest! ”

The two people in the ward, just like their daughter and mother, talked in a whisper, talking a lot about Emilia's childhood.

"I remember that my mother was in good health, but why did she suddenly get sick so strictly?" Emilia asked the nanny suspiciously, her mother died of a sudden illness, and she was too young to remember clearly.

"It's normal to be sick. People say that illness comes like a mountain. Mrs. is an ordinary person, and when she is sick, she naturally has times when she can't resist. Like Emilia, Pauline was very puzzled by the sudden illness and death of her wife—she was in good health and young at that time, and she was fine the day before, and the next morning she was fine, but in the evening Simon said that she had died, because she had a very serious illness.

No one in the family had ever seen the body of the lady, and the funeral was simple. Simon, who loves his wife so much, handles this matter too low-key, which is inevitably strange.

"Knock knock."

A knock on the door interrupted Emilia's conversation with Pauline.

Emilia said please come in, and saw Barbara pushing the door in.

"Emilia, are you feeling better? Buy your nutrition and flowers. Barbara carried a lot of bags and boxes in her hands, and behind her was a young man who held the parts she couldn't handle.

"Thank you." Emilia sensed that Barbara had something to say, so she made an excuse to take the nanny Pauline away, and asked her in a low voice, "You bought the thing?" ”

Barbara shook her head and gestured to the man who had come with her. "It's not. You ask him. ”

"I'm President Eric's driver." The man only said a simple word, and his voice was very small.

"I see. You go first. Emilia was suddenly a little nervous, although Aunt Pauline was kissing her, but if she knew about her and Eric, who could guarantee that she would not be angry.

Eric's driver was gone, and Barbara sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of gossip, but she didn't dare to ask anything.

"He asked you to come, but don't ask anything, do you?" Emilia said to him, and she knew Barbara knew she was referring to Eric.

"Hmm." Barbara nodded.

"Then don't ask anything. Barbara, it's not that I warn you, it's not that I threaten you, his strength is indeed quite great. You have to think more about what you say and do. Emilia didn't want to involve Barbara and even her family, so she persuaded her, "If he's asking you to come, you just refuse, saying that my dad won't let people come to see me." You came to the hospital, but you couldn't get into the ward. ”

"Okay." Barbara nodded, she really didn't want to come, sandwiched between Emilia and Eric, she was nervous to death, she had been in a state of being a thief, and she was not comfortable at all.

Emilia didn't tell Barbara to stay longer, she told her to go.

As Barbara left, she felt that the room was too quiet, so she turned on the TV and put the remote control close to her.

She was in no mood to watch TV, she wanted to sleep with her eyes closed, but she couldn't sleep because of the pain in her wound, so she stared at the TV in a daze.

On TV, it was said that the three-year 'Sophia International Chinese Painting Competition' was about to start, and then it also talked about various ways to participate, and listed some award-winning works from previous years.

One of Bai Yiru's paintings is also among them, but it is not a good award, just an award for the best potential author.

The "Sophia International Chinese Painting Competition" is named after the German name Sophia of the Chinese painting master Wu Meilan, and it is also a fund set up before her death, and at the end of each competition, 30% of the money made by investors must be donated to women's associations to help those women who are disadvantaged.

Bai Yiru has always dreamed of entering the top three in this competition, because this competition is international, and the top three authors will receive more attention and training from industry elites, and it is also the best opportunity for their abilities to be affirmed.

She started in high school and has participated in two seasons in a row. In the first season, due to the work mistake of the courier company, her work was lost halfway, so she was disqualified. The second time he won an award for the best potential author.

After two seasons, she got married and had children, missing out on one in between, so this time, she plans to compete again.

"Grandma is amazing. I really hope to get the first place. Let my grandmother be proud of me. Bai Yiru leaned on the head of the bed, put down the newspaper, closed the page, and the entire front page was talking about the competition. She looked at Gu Dongning, who had just come out of the shower, and smiled brightly.

"Hard work leads to success. My wife is not a person who admits defeat lightly. But can you stop talking about the game before going to bed? Gu Dongning threw away the towel that wiped his hair and sat down next to Bai Yiru, he had been listening to her talk about the competition for a long time, and now the competition was arranged, looking at her happy appearance, he couldn't help but make him jealous - he was actually more interested in painting than he was!

"People are excited!" Bai Yiru shrugged, picked up the towel, and continued to wipe Gu Dongning's hair. "Aren't you happy for me?"

"Hmm."

"Alas! Why are you like this? Bai Yiru took the towel unhappily and pulled it on Gu Dongning's head, whoever told him not to say what she liked to hear was to make trouble, to make trouble, to ruin his hairstyle first!

"You don't love me anymore, and you talk about your painting contest all day long." Gu Dongning said stingily, pulled the person behind him into his arms, and lowered his head against her forehead, "You can not love children for the sake of painting, but you are not allowed not to love me!" ”

"How can there be such a strict zhòng?" Bai Yiru looked at Gu Dongning funny, this person is so funny, he is actually jealous of painting.

"Yes!" After Gu Dongning finished speaking, he couldn't help but kiss Bai Yiru's lips domineeringly.

"Uh-huh......" Bai Yiru uh-huh, her speech was slurred.

Gu Dongning, who felt uncomfortable, hugged Bai Yiru punishively, sometimes tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue, sometimes deliberately biting her lip flap, and sometimes reaching into her small mouth to entangle her tongue.

He kissed affectionately, kissed domineeringly, kissed crazy.

He tore off her nightgown with a 'whoosh', pressed her down on the sheets, and held her waist with one hand and roamed over her with the other.

Bai Yiru's heart stirred, and she felt that her body was cold and cold, and it was full of Gu Dongning's wet kiss. She held him by the shoulder, her face flushed as if she had drunk wine, and her whole body was flushed like a brightly colored shrimp.

"Say you love me." Gu Dongning was already ready, and just as he was about to combine with her, he suddenly stopped gently, and gently stroked Bai Yiru's cheek with the back of his hand that bent his fingers slightly.

"I love you, Dongning." Bai Yiru gasped and said.

"Call me what?" Gu Dongning raised his eyebrows, and his face was a little unsightly.

"Husband." Bai Yiru coaxed a child and stroked Gu Dongning's handsome face, "I love you." Husband, you are so handsome. ”

"Nymphomaniac." Gu Dongning said so, but there was a real smile on his face and eyes from the bottom of his heart.

"you're not good?" Bai Yiru smiled embarrassedly, she originally thought Gu Dongning was very handsome, even if she slept next to him every day, she still didn't get tired of watching it.

"Allow you to only be a nymphomaniac." Gu Dongning pursed Bai Yiru's lips, her body moved, and she walked into her warmth, feeling what she longed for the most.

[Ask for a ticket! Ask for tickets! Boom! 】