But her eyes were stubborn and she smiled faintly: "The young mistress of Su Zhai was slapped, and you didn't care?"
Ever since she was a child, Chanel has never been slapped by anyone, not even her parents!
Because my father has said since I was a child: a slap in the face means the loss of dignity.
Dad wants his children to be self-respecting and self-respecting, and to be a man of character! So even if he gets angry again, he will not slap them in the face.
But now, Wen Wanrou easily shattered her dignity.
Chanel raised her voice: "Su Shijie, are you a man? Don't you feel ashamed?"
When he saw his wife being slapped by another woman, he didn't care about it, since he still helped that woman!
Su Shijie's eyes flashed, and he let go of her hand lightly: "You are responsible for this."
He just wanted to tell her how precious it was to have his love.
He wanted to tell her the difference between an unfavored woman and a favored woman...
Only when she understands how well he treats her will she know how to cherish him.
Therefore, he cannot be soft-hearted.
"Aunt Li, see if Miss Wen has been burned... bring the medical kit."
Su Shijie turned around and helped Wen Wanrou towards the sofa in the hall.
Aunt Li and a group of servants also left, leaving Chanel alone.
Chanel stood there blankly, her face pale and her hands and feet cold.
The soup was sticky and stained my clothes, and there was a clear swelling and pain on my left cheek.
She stared blankly at Su Shijie's leaving figure, her eyes a little blank, as if she couldn't understand him... and as if she suddenly understood him completely!
It turns out that her previous understanding of him was too one-sided. It turns out that he is far more scumbag than she imagined.
Ha, how could my sister love such a man?
Is it because my sister hasn’t seen it clearly yet, or has love blinded her eyes?
But Chanel would never, ever and ever in this life, would rather die than fall in love with such a man.
She swore. A poisonous oath.
…
night.
Su Shijie stood in front of the window, looking at the small side room opposite, his eyes were dark, and the cigarette butts were shining with sparks in the darkness.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and after getting his permission, a servant walked in:
"Master, here is the ointment and ammonia you asked for."
Su Shijie didn't look back and put out the cigar calmly: "Send it to her."
The servant was stunned for a moment, not understanding who the "she" was. After a long pause, he heard Su Shijie whisper: "What are you doing here?"
The servant left in a hurry, and Su Shijie stood there, depressed, and took out another cigar.
Since yesterday, he had moved to this guest room because it was opposite the small mixed room where Chanel lived. He was not used to sleeping without her beside him, so he didn't fall asleep all night.
He knew every time she woke up and turned on the light in the small room.
Did she think it was just her who was suffering from insomnia? He was the same!
He originally told himself to be cruel and leave her alone.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered her slightly red and swollen face, and the cruel and sharp look in her eyes when she looked at him. It was like a needle stabbing his heart repeatedly.
The knock on the door rang again.
Su Shijie said impatiently: "Come in."
Wen Wanrou came in, wearing a sexy black lace pajamas and a matching black lace gown.
Her curly hair spread sexyly on both sides of her shoulders. She walked towards him with a charming smile on her face.