It was precisely because of this love that Lu Ang did not make things difficult for her. He even built a cubicle for Song Lan and found a woman to help her wash and eat.
The woman who served her was very beautiful, but also very pitiful. She couldn't help crying when she talked about her life experience.
"Sister Zhang, don't cry, I will definitely take you out of here."
The woman named Sister Zhang had a pair of particularly beautiful eyes. She was dressed in plain homespun clothes. Her long hair was naturally curly and draped behind her head. She looked at Song Lan and just smiled.
"Sister Zhang, believe me, my man will definitely find this place."
Song Lan's hands were tied behind his back and his legs were hidden, but he could still move his body.
Sister Zhang touched her face, took the hot rice from the table, poured in some hot vegetables, mixed them together, picked up the spoon, and came over to feed Song Lan.
Song Lan looked at her silent smile with tears in her eyes, and her heart felt sour, "Thank you."
Sister Zhang has been serving Song Lan these past few days, and Song Lan gradually learned about Sister Zhang's life experience.
Sister Zhang was a student at a local normal university ten years ago. Because of her beauty and good grades, she always had many suitors.
One of them couldn't get enough of her, so he teamed up with traffickers to stun Sister Zhang, then violated her, and finally sold her to a remote place.
Sister Zhang is a smart person and never resisted from the beginning to the end. It was not until she was in confinement that she found an opportunity and finally got into the escape car.
But sometimes people's fate is destined to be tragic, and they can't escape it despite trying every possible means.
Just when Sister Zhang thought she was about to succeed, the car she was in was hijacked by robbers. The place was remote and the emperor could not reach out. In the end, everyone in the car, except her, died.
She went from heaven to hell because of her appearance.
Once again, when he was about to escape from hell, he was kicked back by fate.
This time, she became the robber's woman.
Just like that, Sister Zhang followed the man and wandered to Night City, where she met Lu Ang, who was down and out and wanted revenge.
Speaking of Sister Zhang's man, Song Lan thought of the strong man with a scar face, and for a moment he could only sigh at the misfortune of fate and the tricks of fortune.
"Are you full?" Sister Zhang asked her with a smile, as if she had never experienced those hardships.
Song Lan didn't know how to taste the food, but she still smiled and said, "It's delicious. Sister Zhang's cooking is good."
Sister Zhang seemed to like Song Lan very much and secretly stuffed a piece of chocolate into her mouth after the meal.
Tasting the sweet chocolate candy, her mouth was bitter, "Sister Zhang, believe me."
Sister Zhang was still smiling, with tears in her eyes as she smiled, as if she believed it, but also as if she didn't believe it.
It wasn't until Sister Zhang left the cubicle that Song Lan's mood slowly calmed down.
Just when she was about to lean against the wall and squint for a while, she saw Lu Ang burping from wine, opening the partition curtain, sitting opposite her, looking at her and smiling.
I don't know if it was Song Lan's illusion, but there seemed to be an indistinct emotion in Lu Ang's smile. There was no pride or madness, but a kind of quiet sadness.
Sad? Song Lan sneered, who would a lunatic like Lu Ang be sad for?
Lu Ang smiled, snorting the most drunken wine, and came close to Song Lan, caressing Song Lan's cheek with one hand.
"Lan Lan, I really like you, hiccup. Maybe I was just teasing you in the beginning."
Song Lan turned her head away, disgusted by the smell of alcohol he was spewing. Unexpectedly, Lu Ang not only didn't get angry, but also came closer, touched her face, and continued.
"Lan Lan, but later I discovered that I really like you. Whether it's the serious way you work, the gentleness you treat passers-by, or even the quarrel between you and He Chaozhi, I think you are right."
Song Lan originally thought that Lu Ang was drunk and crazy, but when he heard Lu Ang mention the Zhuang incident, he keenly realized that something was wrong.
"How do you know every time He Chaozhi and I quarrel?" Song Lan noticed something was wrong.
Lu Ang looked at her face with a smile. There was no emotion on his red face, but a kind of attachment, as if he was facing his beloved lover.
Song Lan was forced to stare closely at Lu Ang's face. To be honest, Lu Ang was not ugly, he was a handsome type of man, but underneath this skin was a disgusting soul.
The soul is disgusting, and even the skin becomes ugly.
Lu Ang was crazy, looking at Song Lan with deep eyes, "Song Lan, marry me!"
Song Lan was stunned, looking at him like a fool and did not answer.
Lu Ang suddenly became very manic. When he didn't get an answer from Song Lan, his eyes suddenly turned cold and he began to torture Song Lan's lips every time.
I'm used to being tortured, used to the pain in my lips, the malice pouring out of my throat, and the hatred rising in my heart.
Every time at this time, Song Lan desperately hopes that He Chaozhi can find her and deal with the man in front of her ruthlessly.
The corner of her mouth was tearing in pain. She looked beyond the window and looked at the round moon, hanging alone in the sky.
Song Lan's breathing gradually became rapid, and her face turned red from holding back, but she was stubborn and refused to compromise with Lu Ang. At worst, she would suffocate to death.
It wasn't until Lu Ang's heavy breathing sounded in his ears that Song Lan took a deep breath and looked at him coldly.
"What's so good about He Chaozhi? Is it worth it for you to protect yourself like a jade for him?" Lu Ang almost roared.
Song Lan, whose face turned red, tilted her head and looked at him amusedly.
"He is good at everything, you can't compare to him."
Lu Ang roared angrily and smashed his fists against the wall crazily. The sound was particularly harsh and loud in the quiet room.
Accustomed to watching with cold eyes, she could not sympathize with Lu Ang. In her eyes, Lu Ang was just a predator and loser.
Lu Ang would come to torture her almost every day in the future, but from beginning to end, he was always on point, as if he was suppressing the emotions surging in his heart.
Song Lan had become much calmer. She wanted to pry out He Chaozhi's movements from other people's mouths, but no matter how she used words to seduce him, she didn't get the answer she wanted.
"Lu Ang, if you want to ruin my appearance, you might as well bring a knife. Why bother with so much effort?"
Song Lan pointed at the bruises on her face and looked at Lu Ang with a smile. The mockery in her eyes deepened.
Lu Ang looked particularly calm today. Seeing Song Lan smile, he also smiled, "Lan Lan, I have got the money. We can leave here tomorrow."
With a thump in her heart, Song Lan's expression immediately changed, "What did you say?"
"Lan Lan, you can only marry me." Lu Ang touched Song Lan's face tenderly.
Still turning his head away fiercely, Song Lan sighed and calmed down, "He Chaozhi will not let you leave."
He Chaozhi will never let him leave Yecheng, and He Chaozhi will never give up on her. She must believe in He Chaozhi.
Song Lan controlled herself not to think about the worst.
