Wen Ning closed her eyes in pain, but her lips were still tightly closed.

Lu Yanci was very angry with her stubborn appearance.

However, it's not that he doesn't know how much this little thing can endure, but it can't achieve its goal by cleaning her up from the pain.

He narrowed his eyes, and the cold anger in his eyes became more and more solemn.

Not only does this little thing dare to run around, but it also has a bad temper.

She doesn't distinguish between where people can go and where ghosts can go, today's kind of place, fish and dragons are mixed, if you meet someone else, maybe you will be eaten today, and there are no bones left.

Doesn't she have any discernment?

It's better to do this, and dare to embarrass him in public, which will die and not admit his mistakes, and he will be stubborn to death.

It seems that the immovable family law will not work.

He looked at Wen Ning's closed eyes and said coldly, "You brought it on yourself, Wen Ning." ”

With that, he lifted her up and hung her on his arm like a quail, and walked a few steps to the door of the side room where he was used to take a milk bath.

The housekeeper followed behind and said in a low voice: "Little Third Master, Miss Wen hasn't eaten dinner yet, so if you don't eat it, you will be punished." ”

Lu Yan resigned, and was just about to put Wen Ning down, but Wen Ning suddenly broke away from Lu Yanci's men and wanted to run.

Unexpectedly, before he ran two steps away, the collar of his clothes was grabbed by Lu Yanci.

Lu Yanci was even more angry in his heart, and lifted her back like a little cub.

His face was as cold as if he had just been taken out of the ice cave, and his voice was full of anger, "The door is open!" ”

The butler glanced at the two entangled, shook his head invisibly, took out the key and opened the door.

Inside is a relatively small hot spring room, which was temporarily added according to Lu Yanci's requirements, and the things in it are quite complete, but it is smaller, and the hot spring pool has not yet been put into it.

Lu Yanci lifted Wen Ning into the room and put it on the chair where he was resting, his voice was cold and ruthless, "I thought about what I did wrong here, and I will come out after I figure it out!" ”

Wen Ning glanced up at him, his chest was a little heaving, not without anger.

But she knew that she couldn't play with him, so she quickly lowered her head, bit her lip tightly, and clenched her hand into a fist.

Lu Yanci knew that she would never soften for a while, so he looked at her coldly for a while, then turned around and left.

As soon as he walked to the door, Wen Ning's soft voice sounded, "You can't lock me up here." ”

It sounds very soft, but it contains bones made of reinforced concrete, and it doesn't mean to be soft at all.

Lu Yan's eyes were even colder, and he didn't turn his head back, and went out directly.

Then, with a muffled sound, the door closed completely.

Although this room is also a hot spring room, it was added temporarily after all, and it cannot be compared to the large glass room.

After the door was closed, it was dark inside, there were no windows, only a little light came in from the exhaust fan diagonally above, Wen Ning curled up in his chair, looking at the beam of light.

What about anger, unwillingness, hatred, in the eyes of those of them, people like her are just a plaything, a beast that doesn't matter whether they live or die.

Like the girl who was thrown out of the door, like the man who was trampled half to death.

Who is Lu Yanci, the top of the powerful class in the Beijing circle, who wants the wind and the rain, how can she play with him?

He is interested in her now, and he thinks she is a canary, and he comes up to throw some food when he is idle, and if he doesn't like it, he just throws it in a place where he can't see it, and lets others bully.

Thinking of everything that happened in that room, my heart, which had been numb for a long time, was suddenly pulled out by something, and it was stuffy and painful.

Lu Yanci and her are originally people of two dimensions, and she shouldn't have the slightest extravagant hope for him.

She sat motionless, and I don't know how long it took for her to curl up in her chair and fall asleep.

How long Wen Ning sat inside, and how long did Lu Yanci sit on the chair outside the house.

He looked at the door of the house for a long time, until the weather changed suddenly and the wind began to blow, and she did not knock on the door, nor did she make a sound of begging for mercy.

The wind came very steeply and made the trees rattle.

The housekeeper took the key and walked up to Lu Yanci, "Little Third Master, do you want to open it?" It's been three or four hours, and she hasn't taken any medicine yet. ”

Lu Yanci looked at the jet-black door, feeling that all his patience had been worn out at this moment, and his anger slowly rose to his eyes, "If you don't drink it once, you can't die, I see how stubborn she can be!" ”

The butler looked at the door and put the key away again.

At this time, Lu Yanci's phone rang, he picked it up and looked at it, and it was connected.

After a while, he closed the phone and stared at the door, his expression was very cold: "I'll go out for a while, you stare at her, if you knock on the door and admit your mistake, let her out, and if you don't admit your mistake, let her stay inside." ”

"If you don't have me, don't open the door, or you'll go in and stay by yourself!"

With that, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

The housekeeper looked at the closed door, shook his head expressionlessly, and then entered the house and picked up his phone.

"Madam, Young Master Yan Ci's illness seems to be on the verge of flare-up again."

"You're coming back in a while?"

"Good!"

……

Not long after, suddenly there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and a torrential rain.

Wen Ning curled up in the chair, her body couldn't help but tremble.

The day Zhou Yan was buried, it was also this weather.

The humid air squeezed in through the cracks of the exhaust fan with the smell of rain, filling the entire space, Wen Ning was in a trance, feeling that the weather was exactly the same as that day, as if it was bleeding.

She was afraid of thunder and lightning since she was a child, and every time this kind of weather, her father would drink, and when she was drunk, she would press her mother to the ground and beat her to death, scolding her for why she couldn't give birth to a son, and her mother would beat her after the beating.

She hid everywhere, no one dared to take her in, only Zhou Yan opened the door to her again and again.

After Zhou Yan died, she lost her qualification to be afraid.

In the dark, she curled up in a ball, imagining that Zhou Yan had brought her into a safe space, imagining that Zhou Yan had cooked her sweet osmanthus soup.

Zhou Yan is her light, her salvation, and the only life-saving driftwood she can grasp.

However, such a good Zhou Yan was played to death by such dirty means.

Zhou Yan, her Zhou Yan, he must not die in vain like this!

Suddenly, blinding lightning slid by, causing a huge thunderclap that shook the whole room.

Wen Ning opened his eyes violently and looked at the exhaust fan on the wall.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, she seemed to hear someone knocking on the door, someone calling her name.

Someone told her to run, run far away, don't let people catch her.

With a pale face, she moved the stool under the exhaust fan and used her knife to pry open the two rows of exhaust fans.

She was thin and slender, and she easily got out.

Outside, the storm was raging, the trees were swaying wildly, and the light from the street lamps seemed to be distorted by the wind.

She dragged her wet clothes and slowly touched the other side along the wall.

As soon as she entered the hallway, the outermost door suddenly opened, and a hand vigorously dragged her in.