"I want to live, don't get excited...... "She thought, she really wanted to. "Are you still thirsty?" He suppressed his anger and asked, squinting his eyes. "No, not thirsty......" she wondered if he would bring his mouth to him again if she was thirsty again. "Change your clothes and get ready to go out for dinner." glanced at her with sharp eyes, and then dropped such a sentence with an expressionless face, and went out first. "......" turned out to be here to ask her to eat. After he walked out of the door, she was stunned for a long time, only to remember that he told her to change her clothes and go down for dinner, and her head twitched, and she immediately prepared to change her clothes. But, but, but, she remembered that she didn't bring a change of clothes, so he said let her change clothes, what did she want to change?

Walking down the spiral staircase, her eyes fell on the dining room on one side of the hall. At this time, the sun had all set, and the softly lit crystal chandeliers in the hall emitted a pale orange glow. In the dining room, on the long dining table, there is a silver candlestick in the center, on which three white candles are lit, emitting a faint warm glow. On one side of the dining table, Ye Size was dressed in a pure black suit with a good texture, and a dark gray tie was tied around his neck for the first time, looking like an elegant gentleman waiting for his lover to have dinner with him from a distance. What the hell is he doing? He Mei's heart was full of question marks, in addition to being so big and having learned the charm of a gentleman with Wu Wei, the current scene happening to Ye Size is really not ordinary weird.

As a result, He Meixin's mood became even more uneasy. Mechanically raising the knife and fork to cut the steak in front of her, the sound of silver cutlery and porcelain plates intertwined was a little harsh, and the force in her hand was slightly lighter. "Don't like it?" Seeing that He Meixin only cared about cutting the steak, but never put the food in her mouth, Ye Size raised her eyes slightly and asked. Shaking her head, she didn't speak. Ye Size reached out and pressed a silver call button on the table, and the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper before walked in quickly. "Call the chef who made dinner today." He spoke English to the butler in a deep voice. When the butler heard this, he immediately nodded, and then walked out towards another door. Not long after, a blonde man in his fifties in white kitchen overalls was brought in.

He Meixin didn't understand what he meant, and didn't react for a while. As a result, in three seconds, a "bang" sound was heard, Ye Size pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at the chef's arm, the chef screamed in pain, and his right hand quickly covered the left hand that was shot. He Meixin was startled by the gunshot, and when she came back to her senses, she saw the cook's distorted face in pain. "What are you doing?" She screamed, remembering when she was shot. "You can't make the taste you like, and it's useless to keep his hand, is it?" In response to her questioning, he only raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without changing his face. "I didn't say I don't like it." She looked at the chef who was dying in pain, and felt extremely sorry. "Really? Ate them all. He heard her say this, and pushed the steak in front of her.

Because of her depressed mood and eating Tai Chi, she stuffed a few pieces into her mouth, and then she vomited after eating, and the tears of grievance kept flowing down. Before, Size only quietly admired He Meixin's gobbling appearance, and then saw her vomit after eating, her face changed slightly, got up and walked in front of her, pulled her up from her seat, and then grabbed the napkin she placed on the table, and wiped her mouth gently. He Meixin couldn't adapt to his split-personality treatment for a while, and she didn't dare to move because of his lewdness and authority, so she had to let him wipe her mouth. "Tell me, what do you want to eat?" Helping her wipe her mouth clean, he threw the napkin on the table, then held her face and asked softly. It was the first time he had spoken to her in such a gentle voice, and it made her feel more terrible than he usually did to her.

She didn't dare to speak, she was afraid that if she was not careful, she would say the wrong word or express the wrong attitude, and then he would shoot again to vent his anger. Looking at her sad appearance, he raised his hand to gently wipe the tears on her face, and then said, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat." "No, I want to eat, I like to eat......" Fearing that he would shoot the chef again, she immediately shook her head and prepared to turn around and start eating. But he grabbed him: "Okay, I know, you don't have to eat, I won't kill him." "Really?" She raised her eyes in disbelief to look at him who was so tall in front of her. "Really." He nodded, seriously. "Can I go back to my room and rest now?" She felt so tired and tired, she didn't want to face him, I don't know why, he gave her the feeling of being so moody, as if any carelessness would anger him, standing in front of him, she had to be careful.

I still can't forget that day. And not just because it was Christmas. The weather was exceptionally cold. I bought a Christmas present for Helen, who is a beautiful Singaporean girl, we were classmates, and from the first time I saw her, I found myself in love with her, and she, as I was told later, was also in love with me from the first time she saw me. We made an appointment to spend a night at a bar near the school, but just as I was about to go out, some men in black suddenly came to the house. Dressed in long black trench coats and sunglasses on their faces, they shoved me back into the house. When my mother saw this, she seemed to be frightened, and she hid behind me and shivered. I didn't understand what was going on, who were they, and I was about to ask, when suddenly a middle-aged man stood in front of me.

My son. "It was the first thing he said when he saw me for the first time. I was stunned and turned back to my mother to ask her what was going on, but before my mother could speak, the man who called me son ordered his men to choke her by the throat. "What are you doing?" I was shocked and asked aloud. "I need you to inherit everything I have, so I need to make you strong." He had a disgusting smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, I heard only a gunshot, and my weak mother fell to the ground, never to be able to breathe again. "You devil." I rushed to him with grief and rage, raised my fist and was about to smash it into his face, but was stopped by one of his men.

At that time, my heart was like ashes, and the only thing I thought about was Helen in England. With the first beating, and the second time, I became less afraid. As the second, third, and fourth times more and more people troubled me, I found myself starting to become less afraid of him. I knew that if I didn't become stronger, I might never have the chance to see Helen again in my life, so for Helen's sake, I quickly integrated myself into that hellish world. I joined some small gangs, and then followed them into some drug dealing, and as time went on and the number of bullets embedded in me, and with the conviction in my heart, I began to make a name for myself all over the neighborhood, I wasn't afraid to die, I just couldn't die, and I had Helen wait for me all night on that carnival night.

When I stood in front of my so-called father with absolute strength, the expression on his face was very relieved, and he grabbed my hand and told me that I could rest assured that he could leave his business to me. However, I hate him, so I can't accept everything about him, I want to kill him, but I don't have enough strength yet. Refusing his request, I went back to England alone, and when I saw Helen, whom I had been thinking about day and night, and when I saw that she was still waiting for me, I was ecstatic, and I told her that I wanted to be with her forever, and that I wanted to marry her. She nodded heavily, and then we made an appointment to meet in the church in three days. In the past three days, I have dealt with all the things on the American side, and with Helen, I don't want to live the days of licking blood on the tip of a knife, and I don't want her to live in fear and anxiety.

My instincts told me that the devil must have taken Helen away. As fast as I could to get to the address written in the letter, I came to a dilapidated warehouse. As soon as I entered, I was surrounded by several men who put guns to my forehead and tied my hands and feet. I was led into a small room, and standing at the door of the room, I saw Helen lying naked on the cold floor, and there were countless blood marks on her body, and some dirty, sticky liquid, of course I knew what those disgusting things were, and I wanted to rush up and kill all those who had insulted Helen, but before I could move, I only felt a sharp pain in my arm, and my hand was broken by a baseball bat.

By this time my heart had already been overwhelmed by her sad appearance, and I yelled at the men who were holding me to let me go, but how could they listen to me? Finally, when my other hand was also broken, the devil appeared. He's smiling, and he's still smiling when he sees my expression. "This woman is no different from the women you see on the streets, no, maybe I should say, she's dirtier than they are, do you know who just lay on top of her? AIDS, syphilis, poison, what else? Forgive me, it's too much, I can't remember it exactly. He looked at me with triumphant eyes, as if he felt that such torture was enough for me to scare away my love for Helen. "If you don't want to die, let her go right away." I gritted my teeth and threatened him. "Very good, it seems that you still can't let go of her, so, how about we change the way this time?" He ignored my threats, and said even more cruelly.