Mrs. Zhou chuckled lowly and pulled her daughter closer

The light and shadow floated, casting the shadows of the swaying branches on the screen.

The almost invisible gray shadow behind the screen gradually cleared the face.

The little girl, who was thin and almost out of shape, looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but her eyes, which were too large because of her emaciation, were full of grief and hatred that did not match her age.

What the mother and daughter said again, they could no longer be heard.

Zhou Nian turned around slowly, his steps were as light as a cat, without a trace of sound.

In the eighteen years that the Zhou family has been secretly living, she already knows how to survive.

No matter how much torture and humiliation she had, she could turn a blind eye, until this moment, she finally heard from Mrs. Zhou's mouth that her mother's death was related to them, and she finally felt that she was about to lose control and was about to lose control.

Eighteen years without a name, like a dog, trampled under the soles of someone's feet for eighteen years, even the biological mother died and couldn't even look at her to be buried.

Eighteen years, how did she get here?

Zhou Nian's vision was blurred.

She clearly remembered the last words her mother left her, so the loss of control that was about to break through her body was finally pressed down by her own hands.

"To live, even if you are like a pig and a dog, you have to live, only by living, can you have a future and hope"

Zhou Nian walked mechanically, through one arch after another, and walked to the remote corner at the end.

She entered the room and put herself on the bed and covered herself.

It wasn't until this moment that she couldn't bear it anymore and cried happily.

Zhou Shichang named her because she wanted to keep in mind who gave her this future and status when she got married, and asked her to do her best for the Zhou family and exhaust the last drop of blood.

But he will never know, she will naturally remember all this, and one day in the future, she will find them with her own hands, find everyone in the dirty family of this week, and avenge this sea of blood.

Xuan Ling played with the wine glass in his hand, the glow-in-the-dark glass of grape wine, this is the real joy of life.

If it weren't for the stubborn little wild cat who was angry with him from time to time, the life of the young master of the Golden Triangle could not have been more leisurely.

My father-in-law's health has deteriorated over the years, and he has stopped asking about outside affairs in the past two years.

Although everyone calls him a young master, he is actually the king of this underground royal city.

What he wants, what he doesn't want, the matter of lifting his finger.

The woman who wants to climb into his bed and the woman he wants to sleep with is flooded and cheap when he is called.

But now all of them are not interested.

After Zhou Ya left crying, Jingwei never went downstairs or ignored him.

Maybe it's because of Zhou Ya, maybe it's because of the endless poppy fields outside the window and the flower fertilizer under the flowers, which really makes her sick and afraid.

Xuan Ling doesn't care about this, what does it matter, she will get used to it sooner or later.

"Young master, the young lady still refuses to come out to eat."

Xuan Ling chuckled, this was a hunger strike for him.

"Go, Alain went up and told her that if she refuses to eat, it's okay, if you don't eat a meal, I'll let someone kill a servant to make flower fertilizer."

Alain's face was frightened, and he stumbled upstairs.

A moment later, the upstairs door was suddenly pushed open.

Xuan Ling raised his eyes and looked.

The lights at night were charming, and she was still in a turquoise robe during the day, but her hair was scattered and snaked around her waist, almost like she had just gotten up from bed, messy, but amazingly beautiful. 3.7.