Chapter Fifty-Three: A Night of Solucrative Confinement

"Shang Feiwu!" He let out a muffled roar and hurried to the small parking lot next to the courtyard.

The courtyard is not like the inside of the villa, where there are lights shining, and it is very dark.

Shang Feiwu had forgotten how long she had been locked in the car, and she only felt a burning pain in her stomach, but she wouldn't "figure it out", let alone apologize.

She's ready to fight to the end.

"Bang!"

The door was pulled open with a bang.

"Shang Feiwu!"

Another dull roar.

The car door was opened, and the light from the villa spilled into the parking lot.

Shang Feiwu looked up weakly at the man who was against the light, silently, glanced at it, and then buried his head in his knees again.

There was such a big movement in the courtyard, and Aunt Zhang and Uncle Xie, who were resting on the first floor, had already woken up, as well as three or two security guards, all rushed over.

Aunt Zhang was a little nervous, "Young Master, you can count it back." ”

This young grandmother has been in the car for several hours, not eating, drinking or talking, and even when they want to let her come down for a meal, she stubbornly says no.

Lu Yiyou looked at Aunt Zhang with angry eyes, "Has she eaten?" ”

Aunt Zhang shook her head.

"Have you gotten out of the car?"

Uncle Xie hurriedly replied, "No, according to what you said, I have been locked in the car." ”

"Get out!"

With an order, Aunt Zhang, Uncle Xie and the bodyguards retreated in embarrassment.

There were only two of them left in the lonely courtyard.

A cold and deep male voice sounded, "You are determined not to admit your mistake." ”

Shang Feiwu buried his face in his knees, silently and silently.

Lu Yiyou looked at her delicate appearance, and his heart softened.

It took a long time before he continued, "Come down and go to dinner." ”

This time, he took a step back.

But—

The occupants of the car didn't move at all, as if they had taken his words as if they were on deaf ears.

He leaned into the car and tried to pull her out, but as soon as his hand was on her dress, he could feel her flick of anger.

"You!"

Lu Yiyou frowned unhappily and then continued, "Shang Feiwu, you don't want to get an inch!" ”

It was this sentence that once again aroused the thousand waves in her heart, she raised her head vigorously, looked into his eyes without timidity, and said firmly, "I don't have an inch!" ”

She didn't get an inch, but in their world, there was no fairness at all.

Shang Feiwu looked at him uncertainly, and when he looked at it, he saw the bruised kiss marks on the side of his neck.

She held back her almost collapse and shouted, "Get out! ”

"What?" Lu Yiyou looked at this emotionally broken woman in amazement.

She actually told him to?

Like an angry lion, Lu Yiyou was provoked and woke up from his slumber.

He leaned over the car, holding her stubborn chin, "You repeat what you just said?" ”

"Get out!" Shang Feiwu was forced to be close to him, and the rose-red lipstick on the collar of his shirt was even clearer.

It was as if she heard the sound of her own heart breaking, ping-pong, crisp.

"Bang-"

The car door was closed again, and Lu Yiyou's condescending figure was reflected in the car window.

He gritted his teeth word by word, "Unreasonable! ”

After speaking, he left without the slightest nostalgia.

Shang Feiwu looked at his back from the car and finally dared to cry out loud.

Why? Only the governor is allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps?

Obviously, the kiss mark on his neck is so obvious, he still wants her to figure it out? Do you want her to apologize?

She doesn't!

In the courtyard, Aunt Zhang was also heartbroken.

Mr. Lu verbally asked them to retreat, but after so many years in the Mid-Levels Villa, he also watched the young master grow up.

I know very well the smoke of the war between the young master and the young grandmother this time.

I don't dare to let it go, for fear that young people will do something stupid.

The young master here imprisoned the young grandmother in the car, and the young grandmother over there refused to come out even if she let it out.

Ay.

Aunt Zhang walked to the side of the luxury car, leaned against the window and asked, "Young grandma, are you okay?" ”

Shang Feiwu sniffed, and the sound of howling and crying was finally discovered by Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang stood outside the car and clapped her hands anxiously, "Oops! What can I do? ”

Seeing that the young master had already gone to the bedroom, she didn't dare to go up and disturb, so she had to be in a hurry.

"Or, young grandmother, you can go and apologize to the young master." She continued to persuade bitterly, "The young master is a very soft-hearted person with a strong temperament, as soon as you bow your head slightly, he will soften." ”

Shang Feiwu buried herself between her knees and inhaled heavily, she didn't dare to lean on top of her injured knee, she only dared to lean on the other knee and cry.

"Aunt Zhang, you, you just go and sleep." After she finished chokingly, she no longer had the heart to pay attention to Aunt Zhang's persuasion.

Bedroom on the second floor.

Lu Yiyou took a cold shower with heavy anger, stood by the windowsill of the bedroom with a towel, and stared at a place in the courtyard with deep eyes.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he slammed his hammer on the windowsill.

After making a loud noise, the delicate white windowsill immediately deformed.

His lean physique looked exceptionally muscular in the dim light.

The moonlight was scattered, scattered on the frosty earth.

The luxury cars in the secluded courtyard are also shrouded in a layer of brilliance.

Lu Yiyou put on an expensive men's pajamas, and the tight collarbones are beautiful and tempting.

He went downstairs in the dark, his dark eyes still showing some anger.

When his eyes glanced at the people in the car, he softened again.

Since he was a child, he has been a strong person, especially when it comes to quarrels, he is the one who will not bow his head easily.

But this time, he had obviously bowed his head first, but this woman didn't show affection.

Thinking about it, his hand on the car door let go.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Yiyou tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.

Finally, in the morning, I was exhausted and fell into a light sleep.

But I woke up at Aunt Zhang's exclamation.

"Oh no, no, no!"

Lu Yiyou had a bad premonition, and woke up in a hurry, only to see Aunt Zhang standing outside the bedroom, "Oh no! Young grandma her! ”

He kept his eyes calm and put on a silk man's pajamas, "It's called Doctor Lee." ”

After that, he walked past Aunt Zhang like a gust of wind.

Deep courtyard.

Lu Yiyou opened the car door in a panic, and the woman inside frowned painfully, and the cold sweat dripping on her forehead continued to slide down.

Some retching sounds came out one after another.

Lu Yiyou nervously picked her out of the car.

Her dry lips were white, and her body was very weak, but she still didn't forget to mutter, "Don't, don't touch me, go away." ”

"Shang Feiwu!" He called out to her in a low voice, and the awakening in his tone was very obvious.

He picked her up domineeringly and walked straight up to the bedroom on the second floor.