Night.

In the middle of the night, there is not half a star, and even the wind is still.

Mei Kill knelt on the futon, his long hair hung down to his waist, black and shiny, and his complexion was extremely white and white.

There was no expression on her face, only a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

The door was pushed open, and she was silent, looking over with great speed.

His head also drooped very quickly.

The footsteps were close, very steady, not impetuous at all, but like the sound of a drum in her heart, she was shouting wildly in her mind.

Every step was like stepping on her heart.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, covering the oppression and violence in her eyes.

Like the pull of fate, binding, restraining, when she saw the man's figure walking in, she changed her posture, the whole person knelt firmly, and her five bodies fell to the ground - I am afraid that it is the most standard.

The action is religious, serious, and not a little perfunctory.

Act flexibly, crisply, without a hint of hesitation.

In such a sinner's posture, she did it as skillfully as if she had experienced it a hundred times and a thousand times, and naturally knelt at the feet of that person.

The footsteps approached, and she didn't even dare to raise her head.

The day has come.

From the day she returned to this land, she knew that this day would come sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

He really hated her in his heart, so he came to the door so quickly.

Her heart was very sour.

I didn't expect to see him again in my lifetime, and I was glad to see him again, but I remembered that the last time I saw him was ten or twenty years ago, and he beat her out of the Yan family with disgust on his face.

The heart is instantly full of mixed feelings, mixed tastes.

A rush of tears struck, and before I could react, my cheeks were already wet.

Twenty years have passed, and she thinks about this man every day, every night, every moment.

Thinking of his arrogant eyes, thinking of his heroic nose, thinking of his thin lips, thinking of his unstoppable superiority.

I'm afraid no one can know how much I think about it.

Now that she was going to see him, she didn't dare to look up.

Afraid of causing his displeasure, and afraid that his own embarrassment would dirty his eyes.

The mistakes of the year were profound, and she couldn't be reversed, so she could only roll away according to his words.

It's just that, who knows, countless midnight dreams, she just wants to see him again.

Even if it's just one side.

"I've seen the young master."

Even though he knew that he had succeeded to the position of head of the family for a long time, the charm still called out the original title.

He is the young master, her young master, the young master for a lifetime.

As soon as the words fell, the slashing shoulders sank, and a strong pressure pressed her chest against the ground.

She didn't make any struggle, so she let Yan Minxiu trample her into the most humble position.

He didn't seem to know that the people under his feet could also hurt, crushing the pride of people to the bones.

"Why did you come back?" Just over forty, the man's voice became more and more cold and ruthless, with questioning, sharp and indifferent.

A cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.

The pain of a broken bone made her frown, and she almost couldn't adjust to the damage she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Thinking of who the abuser was, she forcibly suppressed the moan in her throat.

He doesn't like people to cry out in pain.

He hates the unruliness of his subordinates the most.

Even if he has been expelled from the Yan family, Mei Kill has never thought of going against the Yan family and disobeying Yan Min Xiu.

Yan Min Xiu is not only the master for her, but also has already become the light of life.

But the light did not allow her to come closer, or even expel her.

The first half of her life lived for Yan Minxiu, and the second half of her life lived for Yan Minxiu's son Rong Jue.

In the blink of an eye, forty has passed, the best years of a woman have disappeared, and Rong Jue has grown up.

This time, if she dies at his hands, she should have no regrets, no reluctance. I want to talk about "E-sports King: The Great God Comes to Take Fly" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~