In the end, he was just waiting for an explanation from her, but this damn woman's reaction angered him. No, he couldn't figure out whether it was her who angered him, or whether he was angry because of his inexplicable anger.
I just find it extremely ironic. Since when has he been so hesitant about even a small matter? Is he actually changing for this woman?
Then came the sudden anger, the sudden pain...
Such intense emotions made him overwhelmed. The result of being overwhelmed was that he didn't know how to vent his anger. He picked up the glass vase next to him and threw it at Ning Yazhi without thinking.
There was a "clang", a crisp and terrifying breaking sound, followed by an extremely painful and low muffled sound.
Ning Yazhi didn't even avoid it. The glass vase hit her forehead. All the water in the vase spilled on her face. The blood on her forehead quickly poured out and mixed with the water, dripping on her face.
On Chengfeng's coat.
The wounds on her face were not completely healed to begin with, and the blood mixed with water made her look horribly hideous. Ning Yazhi curled her lips, as if she couldn't feel the pain.
At this moment, the physical pain will never be more painful than her heart.
This was not the first time that he had hurt her like this, the previous ones were a hundred times more cruel, but none of them could make her heart hurt like this. It seemed that it was not her forehead that was bleeding, but her heart.
His blow made a bloody black hole in her heart.
She lowered her head and looked at the ground. At this moment, she was stepping on a puddle of water. Under her feet were broken glass fragments all over the ground, and unknown flowers blooming brilliantly. They were beautiful flowers, even though they were out of the water.
It still doesn't damage its beauty. I'm afraid such a delicate flower didn't expect it to be abandoned so cruelly, right?
The smile on Ning Yazhi's lips seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. She still couldn't feel the pain in her forehead. Blood and water dripped from her eyes, making her vision blurred and she began to see clearly.
She raised her head slowly. Such a face was shockingly ugly. Blood mixed with water dripped from her eyelashes, like bright red agate, so red that it was transparent and shocking.
She always knew that no one would be more ruthless than him, and no one would be more cruel than him.
Mu Chengfeng looked at her, and his heart felt as if it had been cut hard and deeply by a sharp knife. His heart felt cold at first, and then the pain slowly began to flow as the blood from the wound gushed out. This kind of pain would not happen all at once.
It makes you miserable, as if you want to punish him, but the pain will only increase bit by bit.
It left him at a loss. He tried hard to ignore it, but there was no way he could do it.
He didn't understand at all that the person who bleed was Ning Yazhi, and the person who made Ning Yazhi bleed was him, but it was him who suffered.
He hated this kind of inexplicable pain. He hated it so much that he felt instantly irritable and his cold eyes were filled with strong anger, as if he wanted to destroy and tear everything apart in order to vent it.
Ning Yazhi's voice sounded lightly, her lips curved in a very ironic arc: "Mr. Mu, can I leave now?"
The movement had already alarmed the servants. The master was so angry, but Ning Yazhi dared to challenge his anger. She was just looking for death. One of the servants was already holding a broom and wanted to clean up the glass debris and poor flowers on the floor, but he couldn't.
I don’t dare to come near, but if I don’t clean it,
Ning Yazhi couldn't get out of the messy glass fragments with her bare feet. In the end, he just waited for an explanation from her, but this damn woman's reaction angered him. No, he couldn't figure it out at all. It was she who angered him.
, or he became angry because of his inexplicable anger.
I just find it extremely ironic. Since when has he been so hesitant about even a small matter? Is he actually changing for this woman?
Then came the sudden anger, the sudden pain...
Such intense emotions made him overwhelmed. The result of being overwhelmed was that he didn't know how to vent his anger. He picked up the glass vase next to him and threw it at Ning Yazhi without thinking.
There was a "clang", a crisp and terrifying breaking sound, followed by an extremely painful and low muffled sound.
Ning Yazhi didn't even avoid it. The glass vase hit her forehead. All the water in the vase spilled on her face. The blood on her forehead quickly poured out and mixed with the water, dripping on her face.
On Chengfeng's coat.
The wounds on her face were not completely healed to begin with, and the blood mixed with water made her look horribly hideous. Ning Yazhi curled her lips, as if she couldn't feel the pain.
At this moment, the physical pain will never be more painful than her heart.
This was not the first time that he had hurt her like this, the previous ones were a hundred times more cruel, but none of them could make her heart hurt like this. It seemed that it was not her forehead that was bleeding, but her heart.
His blow made a bloody black hole in her heart.
She lowered her head and looked at the ground. At this moment, she was stepping on a puddle of water. Under her feet were broken glass fragments all over the ground, and unknown flowers blooming brilliantly. They were beautiful flowers, even though they were out of the water.
It still doesn't damage its beauty. I'm afraid such a delicate flower didn't expect it to be abandoned so cruelly, right?
The smile on Ning Yazhi's lips seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. She still couldn't feel the pain in her forehead. Blood and water dripped from her eyes, making her vision blurred and she began to see clearly.
She raised her head slowly. Such a face was shockingly ugly. Blood mixed with water dripped from her eyelashes, like bright red agate, so red that it was transparent and shocking.
She always knew that no one would be more ruthless than him, and no one would be more cruel than him.
Mu Chengfeng looked at her, and his heart felt as if it had been cut hard and deeply by a sharp knife. His heart felt cold at first, and then the pain slowly began to flow as the blood from the wound gushed out. This kind of pain would not happen all at once.
It makes you miserable, as if you want to punish him, but the pain will only increase bit by bit.
It left him at a loss. He tried hard to ignore it, but there was no way he could do it.
He didn't understand at all that the person who bleed was Ning Yazhi, and the person who made Ning Yazhi bleed was him, but it was him who suffered.
He hated this kind of inexplicable pain. He hated it so much that he felt instantly irritable and his cold eyes were filled with strong anger, as if he wanted to destroy and tear everything apart in order to vent it.
Ning Yazhi's voice sounded lightly, her lips curved in a very ironic arc: "Mr. Mu, can I leave now?"
The movement had already alarmed the servants. The master was so angry, but Ning Yazhi dared to challenge his anger. She was just looking for death. One of the servants was already holding a broom and wanted to clean up the glass debris and poor flowers on the floor, but he couldn't.
She didn't dare to get close, but if she didn't clean it, Ning Yazhi wouldn't be able to get out of the messy glass shards with her bare feet.