Eight years ago, on the second floor, Fang Yi violated her like crazy, and she stabbed him desperately with the fruit knife she had hidden in the morning, and when she pushed him away, blood splattered out, her face was all over her face, her eyes turned bright red, the blood splashed in her eyes was very uncomfortable, and she tasted a fishy sweet rust taste in her mouth.

Fang Yihe saw An Jingchen's stunned expression, stepped forward to block her sight, and hugged the person tightly in his arms.

"Let's go, I'll have someone make your favorite shrimp dumpling."

In the restaurant, a table of dishes, An Jingchen looked over, they were all what she liked to eat before, her heart tightened fiercely, this feeling of being cared for almost made her cry, but on the contrary, the person who cared for him was Fang Yihe, and this care became terrifying, she didn't know when he would go crazy, and he had to be careful when he spoke and ate.

Fang Yihe will eat whatever she clips to her, and she is well-behaved like a robot.

"Where's my mom?"

After eating, An Jingchen put down the chopsticks, and asked a little impatiently, Fang Yihe's hand that peeled the shrimp for her paused for a moment, and the smile on his lips slowly put away, the tenderness in his eyes gradually became cold, he peeled the shrimp in his hand and put it on An Jingchen's plate, picked up his hand and wiped his hands elegantly with a napkin.

"Ate the shrimp."

An Jingchen frowned, looking at the shrimp on the plate without any appetite.

"I'm full."

"I'll let you eat the shrimp."

Fang Yihe said coldly word by word, An Jingchen looked at him, and then lowered his head and picked up the shrimp with chopsticks and ate it.

"Good boy."

Fang Yihe smiled softly and touched her hair, and An Jingchen chewed and swallowed it mechanically.

"Now...... Can you tell me? ”

Fang Yihe withdrew his hand but did not answer her question.

"An An, you are disobedient."

An Jingchen clenched her fists to suppress the irritability in her heart and stood up.

"I'll go back."

Fang Yihe quickly stood up and hugged her, buried in her neck and asked her about the smell of her body.

"I'm sorry An An."

An Jingchen closed her eyes, his sincere apology was already immune to her.

Every time, he hurt her and then apologized in a low voice, and her failure to forgive became an excuse for his next injury.

"I didn't know that my sister would look for you, I'm sorry, I'm too useless, I shouldn't let my sister know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry An An."

Fang Yihe hugged An Jingchen and muttered to himself, like a child who had done something wrong reviewing his mistakes, serious and profound.

"If you don't come back, nothing will happen."

An Jingchen looked at the direction of the door and said expressionlessly.

Fang Yihe froze for a moment, then tightened An Jingchen, and said his paranoia vigorously, An Jingchen was strangled so uncomfortable that he couldn't help frowning, and the irritability in his heart became worse and worse, and he couldn't suppress it anymore.

"It hurts."

Fang Yihe suddenly sobered up and let go of his hand, a little at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I just ...... I just don't want you to go, I miss you An'an, I'm ......"

"Smack."

An Jingchen held her breath and raised her hand to slap Fang Yihe hard, and the hand that was beaten out was still trembling slightly when she withdrew it.

"But I'm disgusted with you."

The disgusted eyes, the cold tone, had never been seen before, even more so than eight years ago, Fang Yihe's eyes seemed to be splashed with ink, and the churning was full of gloom.

Fang Yihe grabbed An Jingchen's arm and pushed her against the wall out of control, pinching her chin.