Chapter 117: Self-Realization (Silent MO and Clanbi Jiachang)
Sheng Mian's consciousness was very drowsy, but he could clearly feel the pain, and the car that kept moving.
There was a smell of gasoline in the car, and she vomited in disgust.
The man's voice lingered in her ears, and she even felt the other's hand wandering away from her body.
The car had not stopped, and the man did not dare to do anything else.
Until the car stalled in an abandoned factory, which is not far from the city, but has recently been demolished, and there is no one at night, only cold machines parked on the side of the road.
Sheng Mian was thrown to the ground, and when she opened her eyes in a daze, there were two men standing in front of her, one fat and one thin, and their eyes were directly glued to her body.
"Don't say it, this woman is really good-looking, I've never seen such a good-looking one."
"Big brother, you come first, and when you're satisfied, I'll drink soup too."
The man called the eldest brother happily straightened his stomach twice, and the monkey stepped forward anxiously, grabbed one of Sheng Mian's legs and dragged him here.
Sheng Mian struggled weakly, and his palms were red from the broken stones on the ground.
This pain made her awake for a moment, and she slapped her quickly.
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"Get out!"
The man was slapped in the face, so angry that he grabbed her hair directly.
"Lao Tzu looks at you and you're tired of living!"
Raising his hand was a slap back.
Sheng Mian's mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were scarlet.
The man's hand had reached the neckline and tore her coat open.
Sheng Mian opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out a word.
Powerlessness, despair.
If defiled by such a man, she would rather die.
When hope is shattered, the sound of cars and the wailing of men are heard.
She forced her eyes open, but she saw only a black suit with a familiar smell of cold pine.
The cold sweat on her forehead fell, she swallowed her saliva, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling to her ears again, as well as the scolding of the two men.
But the scolding soon turned into a voice begging for mercy, Sheng Mian was unable to look, so she quickly picked up a stone and pinched it in the palm of her hand, and the sharp pain finally made her regain a trace of clarity and see who was coming.
A trace of surprise crossed his eyes, and he reacted quickly, it should have been that he had dialed the wrong number indiscriminately.
Fu Yancheng hugged her horizontally and walked directly to the car.
And the two men had been controlled, and at this moment they probably knew that they had provoked a big man, so they were so frightened that they shrunk their necks and didn't dare to say a word.
After Sheng Mian got into the car, he only felt hot and dry.
But that time in the hotel was enough to humiliate her, and she could only curl up in the corner as much as possible at the moment, leaning against the car window, trying to take advantage of the cold window glass to cool herself.
But this bit of coldness is simply minimal.
The stone in the palm of her hand was angular, a very small piece, which had been warmed by her grip, and the sharp edges and corners cut the palm of her hand, and blood flowed out.
Fu Yancheng didn't want to care about her, after all, he had already been kind to him, but at this moment, when he heard her slightly whimpering, his body froze.
Sheng Mian's palm hung down to one side, and the blood trailed down the palm of his hand and had already flowed into the seat.
Fu Yancheng glanced at it, took the handkerchief, stuffed it into his palm, and then took the mobile phone handed by Qi Shen.
The phone was asleep, had just fallen to the ground, and had been picked up. www.
He handed her the phone.
"Call your husband."
Sheng Mian's consciousness was a little blurred at the moment, and he didn't hear this sentence clearly, so he only raised his misty eyes to look at him.
Fu Yancheng grabbed her uninjured hand and handed her the phone.
"Call your husband, you need a man right now."
The tone is cold and calm.