If it weren't for those iron chains, if it weren't for those restraints, maybe she would have collapsed on the cold stone slab.
"Huai..." Closing her eyes, she seemed to see his affectionate eyes.
Five days!
I was kept here without any water or sleep for five whole days.
Her newly conceived body was finally completely exhausted by hunger, and the "cross" on the opposite wall became increasingly blurry due to her sight.
God,
When I begged you to take me away, you refused. Now, when I cherish my life, are you coming to take me away again?
My eyes are so tired,
I’m so tired because I’m trying to find hope with my eyes open...
At this moment, there was a sound of the iron door on the left side of the wall opening.
Has anyone finally remembered her?
Not many people came in. With lowered eyes, she could only see three pairs of feet walking in front of her. One pair belonged to a woman and two pairs belonged to a man.
The hair was roughly pulled up, and the hair strands were pulled back without scruple. The pale face was forced to be raised high.
"Flower language!"
Geng Mo smiled faintly, she hadn't used this name for a long time.
He slapped her face very hard, so hard that even her weak cheeks felt pain.
"Don't you see who I am?" His voice was harsh, almost words squeezed out from between his teeth.
Geng Mo opened her eyes, her vision blurred by hunger, but she actually knew who the woman in front of her was without looking at her.
~Zihuai! Huayu’s aunt!
"Haha!" She laughed, and her laughter was interrupted by the slaps that came one after another. The taste of blood spread in her mouth, and her ears made a "buzzing" sound from the violent blows. She was a little tired.
With her eyes closed, she and her husband Pang Tongde conspired to seize the property of the "Hua family". She and her husband Pang Tongde sold herself and her two sisters abroad. And she robbed her daughter's husband and destroyed her.
Her daughter's originally happy marriage even forced her daughter to death.
Who does she owe to whom?
Who is she and she to blame?
What a complicated question!
What a confusing relationship!
What a blur of good and evil!
At this moment, she was faced with such a direct situation, and what identity should she use to face it?
It’s the language of flowers!
She should owe it to her!
It's Geng Mo!
Then it’s your fault for feeling sorry for her!
laugh!
So what if you don’t laugh?
"You are a bitch!" A touch of warm, fishy smell spat onto Geng Mo's face. Geng Mo did not hide, and could not hide.
"Why don't you speak?" The hand that held her hair pulled back harder. Geng Mo heard the sound of her hair breaking. Was it painful? Maybe! But Geng Mo just closed her eyes. She didn't know how to use it.
No matter what identity you have to face it, it’s better to just not see him anymore.
"Qi Ren is a bitch, and you are also a little bitch! What did you do to Ya Li?" She slapped Geng Mo's face like crazy, and her long nails, which are unique to women, were like hooks.
It sinks into the fair skin of the face.
Does it hurt?
The pain only allowed Zi Huai to vent her slight pain of losing her daughter.
"Aren't you going to speak?" He pinched his jaw hard with his fingers, finally forcing a gap between the tightly closed teeth. Then Zihuai put his fingers into Geng Mo's mouth, and pinched the soft and hard lips tightly.
Pull outward.
The pain came so violently that Geng Mo shook his head vigorously, his teeth instinctively biting the pulling force.
Zi Huai screamed in pain, and someone hit Geng Mo's jaw with a hard fist. Geng Mo relaxed, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
Then, before he could even raise his head, the back of his neck received a heavy blow. The last bit of clarity in his body was completely taken away.
Geng Yuhuai suddenly woke up from his dream.
Someone was calling him, and the call was so desperate and sad.
Geng Yuhuai sat up, big beads of sweat falling down his forehead one by one. He reached out to brush away the sweat, but he couldn't get rid of the twitching pain in his heart.
In the dream, Geng Mo was tied to a rusty blue "cross" by entangled thorns. Every time he took a step closer to her, the entangled thorns pierced an inch of her body. He heard her moans of pain, which seemed to bring her down.
The thorny steel hooks pulled and twisted in his heart.
The chess game before him was the most unbearable choice. If he made a slight mistake, the price he would pay would be an irreversible situation. And he could not show a trace of anxiety and uncertainty in front of Jiuwei.
"But we want him to know Geng Mo's value as soon as possible.
Cleaning up the "Ponzi Entrepreneurship" is no longer just about revenge for Huayu, it has become one of the bargaining chips for Geng Mo to survive. You really can't make a wrong step.
Jiuwei is indeed a difficult character to control. He can be used to contain the "Python Gang", but at the same time, he is also Geng Mo's "death talisman".
I believe that since Jiuwei has made a deal with Jian Fengyi, Geng Mo will not be in danger for the time being with Jian Fengyi's style. This can be known from the fact that he approached "Xi Ren". Jian Fengyi is not a simple person either.
He is also observing and studying the characters. I am afraid that Jiuwei's role in this is also very intriguing. For both parties, his role and definition are very vague. But one thing is certain, he wants to defeat himself
, so he will not give up the final opportunity to defeat him to Jian Fengyi. And what about Jian Fengyi? He may not just want to help Pang Tongde get revenge, or he will let You Yewu give him a hint.
The night wind blew open the ajar window, and the jasmine flowers outside the window bars exuded a tempting fragrance in the dark night.
lure!
This is a seductive chess game!
There may be only two parties fighting against each other, but there is more than one enemy hiding in the dark. How many eyes watching in the dark will come out into the sun with one temptation?
He got out of bed, Geng Yuhuai didn't put a nightgown on himself, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the window completely with all his strength.
Cold wind!
The cold wind carrying the fragrance of jasmine flowers blew away the heat all over my body, almost like Geng Mo's gentle embrace.
Geng Mo!
Geng Mo!
If you give me another chance to hold you, I will never let you go. Even if I die, I want you to die in my arms.
Outside the window, the moonlight is like frost, and the silvery mist gathers on the pale jasmine flower bed. There is no romance of poetry, no fragile elegance, just paleness. Flowers without souls and flowers that have lost their charm are just white remains.