Mo Shaozun approached Lu Xiaocheng with drunken eyes and said in a cold tone, "What are you hiding here? Why don't you come over."
"You're not drunk." Lu Xiaocheng said in shock, tightening the sheets with both hands, fearing that he would pounce on her.
"I'm very sober now." Mo Shaozun stepped forward, pulled off her sheets, and then pressed her with his tall body. He admitted that he drank a lot tonight and was drunk, but he was hit by the cold wind in the middle of the night. I woke up from the cold and saw the empty room. I felt an anger rising in my heart for no reason. I came to her servant's room full of anger. When I saw her petite figure, I felt inexplicably calm. Damn it, he is crazy. It will feel like this.
In order to prove that he only wanted her body, Mo Shaozun lost his mind and tore her clothes, bit her tempting skin roughly, clamped down on her struggling body, spread her legs apart, without foreplay, It entered her body like a catharsis, rushing straight into her.
Lu Xiaocheng stopped struggling with despair, her tears dried up, and she was empty without any emotion. Her soul seemed to have separated from her body.
After venting his anger, Mo Shaozun closed his eyes, collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep.
Lu Xiaocheng's empty eyes slowly fixed on him, and then looked at the scissors on the table. A crazy thought came to his heart. He picked up the scissors with trembling hands, pointed it at him, and wanted to stab him, but something flashed through his mind. The smiles on her father's and sister's faces made her unable to do anything. The scissors slid down smoothly, and she broke down and cried bitterly. She really wanted to kill him, but when she thought that her father and sister were still in his hands, she couldn't do it.
The next morning.
As the sun shone into the room, Mo Shaozun frowned and slowly opened his eyes, his head aching from alcoholism.
Mo Shaozun stared coldly at the unfamiliar room. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw Lu Xiaocheng on the pillow. He was stunned. How could he be in her room! With doubtful thoughts, Mo Shaozun touched his forehead with a headache. Trying to recall the scene last night, when the image of him being cruel to her came to mind, a strange emotion flashed through my heart.
She cried. Looking at the dry tears on her cheeks, Mo Shaozun couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch her, but his hand stayed in mid-air. He had come to his senses and immediately scolded himself, what on earth was he doing? Don't forget that she belongs to his enemy. daughter!!
Feeling the commotion, Lu Xiaocheng slowly opened her eyes from her sleep, and immediately met Mo Shaozun's gloomy eyes. She suddenly woke up, like a frightened deer, looking at him with fear in her eyes. She was tired from crying last night. , she felt like she was sleeping, was he going to torture her again?
Mo Shaozun's eyes were red and cold, and he shouted angrily, "What are you afraid of? Afraid of me." For some reason, the fact that she was afraid of him made him very unhappy. He could only hurt her to cover up this inexplicable feeling. mood.
"You are so scary, shouldn't I be afraid of you?" Lu Xiaocheng's heart trembled and he retorted in a low voice.
Mo Shaozun wanted to laugh, but he still held it back. She dared to talk back like this. It seemed that she was not very afraid of him. Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably good. The corners of his mouth raised, but he froze after a while. How could he do it because of her? And in a good mood.
"Go to work, don't think you are rich." Mo Shaozun said coldly, without any warmth in his tone, and then left her room without any nostalgia.
Lu Xiaocheng was stunned. She didn't expect that even though she talked back, he didn't humiliate her with more hurtful words.
"I, I..." After Lu Xiaocheng came to the living room, he hesitated to speak and looked at Mo Shaozun who was sitting on the dining table having breakfast.
"Is something wrong?" Mo Shaozun asked with a stern face and a lukewarm tone.
"My mobile phone..." Lu Xiaocheng said in an uneasy tone. At the end of the sentence, she secretly observed his reaction and did not dare to say anything further.
Ever since he brought her to Mo's house, she had been forced to drop out of school, and her cell phone had always been in his hand. Anya must have been so worried that she was about to call the police. She must call her.
Mo Shaozun glared coldly, his eyes clearly telling her what she needed a cell phone for!
"I just wanted to call my friend to report that he was safe." Lu Xiaocheng explained in a bitter tone, thinking that he would not agree to give her the phone, her nose started to become sore, and tears would fall at any time.
"Pah..." Mo Shaozun threw her cell phone on the table and ate his breakfast with a blank expression.
When Lu Xiaocheng saw her mobile phone, she felt like she was seeing a relative she hadn't seen for a long time. She happily picked it up and cared for it like a treasure. After being excited for a while, she thanked you gratefully, "Thank you."
"Thank me, you thought I would be kind enough to return the phone to you." Mo Shaozun suddenly stood up from the chair, a strange flash in his eyes, and sneered mockingly, and then quickly grabbed her before she could blink and react.
He threw his cell phone against the wall and broke into two pieces.
"No..." Lu Xiaocheng was heartbroken and wanted to stop her, but it was too late and she could only watch as her phone broke.
"You devil, you have gone too far, I hate you." Lu Xiaocheng shouted with red eyes, and then ran out crying.
Mo Shaozun caught up with her, grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms with too much force, and then pushed her away, shouting in a gloomy and red tone, "Where are you going?"
"I want to get out of here." Lu Xiaocheng lost his mind and said, violently breaking away from his restraints.
"Leave, hum, don't forget that your family is still in my hands." Mo Shaozun sneered cruelly and sent her to hell in one sentence.
"Your dad is in his forties, oh, by the way, your sister is sixteen years old, and she has a good figure. I wonder how she tastes." Mo Shaozun slowly uttered devilish and outrageous words. At the same time,
, began to take out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"What are you going to do?" After hearing his words, Lu Xiaocheng already felt like he had fallen into the cold abyss and was trembling all over. Looking at his actions on the phone, it suddenly became worse and he yelled in a horrified tone.
"No...I won't leave." Lu Xiaocheng cried and begged, with a sad expression on her face, and closed her eyes in pain and despair.
Mo Shaozun hung up the phone coldly. In fact, he just wanted to scare her and make her remember the lesson. Don't leave so easily. He hasn't gotten tired of playing with her yet, so how could he let her go.
In the hazy territory, two children could be vaguely seen, and their childish conversations seemed to echo in my ears.
"What's your name?" the ten-year-old boy asked the five-year-old girl in a kingly tone.
"I won't tell you." The little girl pouted and blinked cutely.
"You accepted my necklace and still didn't tell me your name." The little boy said angrily.
The little girl pouted, shook her head mischievously, and insisted not to tell him.
"We have exchanged tokens. You are my bride, little rabbit." The little boy nodded her nose.
"Little rabbit?" The little girl frowned and thought in confusion, as if she couldn't understand those three words.
"Yes, since you didn't tell me your name, you gave me a rabbit hairpin, so I called you Little Rabbit." The little boy said dotingly, thinking in his heart that the two of them would be together forever, but they lost contact the next day.
The dark and silent room was suddenly broken by the ringtone of the mobile phone. Mo Shaozun slowly opened his eyes from his dream, his eyes were cold and helpless. He dreamed of the little girl when he was a child again, almost every night in the past few years.
Dreaming about her, he has never given up looking for her in these years. He always remembers the little rabbit as warm as spring.
The ringtone kept ringing like a reminder, interrupting Mo Shaozun's depressed thoughts. He reached for the phone, looked at the caller ID, and then growled in a cold and slightly angry tone, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, do you have any information about the person you want me to find?" Jun Ziyi didn't take his friend's anger to heart at all, and talked about his affairs in a calm tone.
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