The night is not cool, and the world is empty and there is someone’s heart.

This is a dim room with red windows, red wardrobe, red bed.

It was late at night and Huan'er was not asleep yet.

She took off her white clothes, tore them into pieces, and then changed into a red outfit.

She sat there, sitting in front of the dressing table, like a puppet, motionless.

The red lips were dotted, and they were so beautiful, but they could not hide the haggardness and vicissitudes on her face.

She has been sitting here for a long time, for a long time.

She rarely used this way.

In this world, there is only one person and a man who will make her become like this.

That man, now, outside the door, in the living room.

He came back with her, but she closed the door and turned him out.

He kept shouting that she didn't open the door after all.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to help but kill him.

She loves him, no doubt about that.

However, her adoptive father, her twin sister, died, died at the hands of a person, and he wanted to take revenge!

However, that man, the man she loved, did not let her take revenge and defended her enemies everywhere.

She originally thought that man loved her!

Even though she knew, he had many women around him.

But she always believed that there was only her in his heart.

But, now, she began to shake.

Does he really love himself? Or do he regard her as another woman, and his purpose is just to help him do things and make money?

"In the past, we were always inseparable and couldn't stand the feeling of being alone, even if it was only a moment!"

Huan'er stared at herself in the mirror, and a corner of the dressing table was already woven.

"Apart from being together, we are waiting... waiting for us to be together, even the waiting before meeting is so fascinating. But now, every time we meet you and wait for you is torment..."

Huan'er's red lips moved slightly, picked up the brush, and slid it on her eyebrows.

"My job is to use my hands, my thoughts, and even my everything! strength, time, properly grasp it and retract it freely..."

"I can be your first kiss, or you can be a page you secretly tore off from Playboy when you are young, and be your secretary, or your daughter, or your middle school teacher who you once had a very good time..."

Huan'er held the brush tightly, and her voice became soft and charming.

"I only know that as long as I submit to your preferences, I can become your breath, your life, and the dream that will never be shaken, but in a blink of an eye, it turns into a bubble."

"Uncle Hai, this is how you taught me!" Huan'er laughed sneer, "I taught them like this too. I thought I would be different from others. It turns out that we are all the same!"

"I just want to take revenge, is there anything wrong? Don't you want to take revenge anymore? Are you afraid of causing trouble? You used to be that way! But don't forget that they are also your relatives..."

"If, one day, I die, will you cry? Who am I to you?"

"Crack!" The brush in her hand was pinched into two pieces by Huan'er, and her eyes became cold and her face was covered with frost.

But at this moment, the red curtains moved.

Her cell phone began to vibrate.

With a frown, Huan'er picked up her phone and pressed the answer button.

"Wu Zhiyuan has escaped, Zhang Yijie is missing!" A male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"In the future, don't call me with your phone, and don't call me directly. Just this time, no one will do this!" Huan'er hung up the phone decisively and smashed the phone to pieces with a bang.

"Huan'er, open the door, what's wrong?"

At this time, outside the door, there was a knock on the door. It was Chen Dinghai's voice, very anxious.

Huan'er held her face and smiled sweetly in front of the mirror.

Only then did she remember that this man had been staying in the living room for a long time, and he had never left.

Maybe, I'm thinking too much?

Maybe he loves himself?

Perhaps, he really was worried about himself and was afraid that he would have something to do, so he became so cautious.

Huan'er tidied up her clothes and Yingying stood up.

She finally opened the door.

When she saw him with a haggard and anxious look on his face, her heart softened, and all her anger and resentment and unhappiness disappeared.

"Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Yijie are not dead, they both escape!" Huan'er said coldly.

"Damn girl, I dare to lock me outside the door for a whole night!" Chen Dinghai suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Huan'er's neck, and pushed her against the wall.

The next moment, his mouth sealed her lips.

"Boom!" Huan'er's mind suddenly turned blank.

She felt suffocated and couldn't breathe.

Her tongue was so fierce and powerful that she could feel the temperature of his hands wandering on her back.

Huan'er suddenly lost all her strength.

This is how he treated her for the first time!

Domineering and rough!

From then on, she began to sink into depravity, love him and couldn't extricate herself.

This kiss is like a first love, sweet and sweet, moist and deep.

Huan'er's hand was unintuitive on his neck, and her eyes began to become blurred.

But at this moment, Chen Dinghai stopped moving and raised his head. He looked down at her like a peerless king, looking at his beautiful wife and concubine.

A faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, his eyes turned red.

"Brush!" She tore open her red clothes, and in an instant, the clothes fluttered and the snow-whiteness of the cheerful ones were completely exposed in front of him.

He suddenly picked her up, and in a scream, she was thrown directly on the red bed.

Huan'er's face was red and her skin was shiny. He wanted to get up. At this time, he had already taken off his clothes and pounced on the bed, pressing her onto him.

"Didn't you ask, who are you mine?" His tone became gentle, "You are my woman, the only woman!"

When Huan'er heard this, her delicate body trembled.

"During this period, you have to be obedient. Now there is some evidence that is very unfavorable to you. The people from the Public Security Bureau have been looking for you. When I clean up all the scum of those people, we will get married!"

Huan'er's heart was blew.

The next moment, his lips sealed her lips again.

This night is blurry.

...

There is also one person in the east of the city who has not slept.

Yang Muxue was wearing pajamas but she was not sleepy.

She sat beside the bed, looking at a cute and lively little girl with a sad face.

This is her daughter, Yang Xiaoqian.

Finally, the daughter fell asleep and snored slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

"When will this day end!"

Yang Muxue sighed lightly and came to the window. Outside the window, the night was dark, and she couldn't see the edge.

This is the residence arranged by Xiang Yunfei for her mother and daughter.

She has been living here for many days since Wu Zhiyuan and Huan'er's life-and-death battle at her house.

Xiaoqian was frightened and had nightmares these days.

Until tonight, under her comfort, I finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

In fact, she herself was living in anxiety, even though there was a policeman outside protecting their mother and daughter.

However, she knew how terrible Huan'er was.

Those people dared to block her at the door of the TV station, and even the police dared to kill her. If she hadn't been lucky that night, the two women from orchids and plants would have died together, and she would have no longer seen her daughter.

Huan'er taught her daughter to play the piano, and she played it to Alice, but what she heard was ambushing her.

It was a devil with an angel face. They were all over the world. She was worried that they would come to the door.
To be continued...