During the period of recuperation, at Zhong Lingyu's request, Shen Huaizhou sent someone to the Zhong Mansion secretly to bring the news that Zhong Lingyu was fine to Yun Suqing.
Zhong Lingyu soon received a note from her mother.
Peeling off the small and soft paper, Juanxiu's small characters came into view.
A few words: A letter is like a meeting, everything is well with my mother. Don’t miss me, hope you come back safely!
Zhong Lingyu's eyes were red and she carefully put the note to her chest.
Fortunately, my mother is fine.
Her heart was finally able to let go.
These days, I can rest assured and recover from my illness.
Her mother could rest assured for the time being, but Zhong Lingyu suddenly thought that there was still one unresolved matter.
The wound was in severe pain in the past few days, and she was worried about her mother, so she temporarily forgot to ask Shen Huaizhou for any benefits.
Although she was not willing to block the gun for him, she could not suffer in vain.
In the evening, Shen Huaizhou came to see her after finishing his work.
He changed into his regular clothes, with a neat and clean haircut, and two buttons of his shirt were loosely unbuttoned, revealing a large area of deep and tight muscles on his chest.
When you are serious and serious, you are sharp and sharp.
When his eyebrows were slightly raised, he looked more dignified and elegant.
Although Shen Huaizhou acted ruthlessly and pervertedly, Zhong Lingyu had to admit that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
"Does the wound still hurt?" Shen Huaizhou loosened his tie and sat beside the hospital bed.
When he got closer, there was a faint smell of alcohol on his body.
There is also a soapy scent, which is not unpleasant.
Zhong Lingyu shook his head.
He raised his hand and touched her face, "In about ten days, she will probably be cured."
Zhong Lingyu turned her face away, not letting him touch her, and said in a businesslike tone: "I have something to tell you."
This wild girl always ignored him and only occasionally bullied her until she got mad, and she would curse a few times with all her teeth and claws.
It was unusual for him to take the initiative to talk to him.
Shen Huaizhou responded with great interest: "Tell me."
"I saved your life at Shao Guo Pu a few days ago." Zhong Lingyu stated calmly.
Shen Huaizhou frowned, keenly aware of her intentions, "Do you want to get some benefits from me?"
"Young Marshal, I know that you are a person who knows how to repay kindness."
Shen Huaizhou snorted coldly, "I remember, you wanted to run away that day and were forced to block the gun for me. If it weren't for the handcuffs, would you care about my life or death?"
Zhong Lingyu's face was a bit embarrassed that she had been exposed. She said bravely: "You can't say things like this. Everything depends on the outcome."
"Really? Then tell me what you want."
"Gun, and bullets."
Shen Huaizhou laughed solemnly, a bit dangerously, "You threw a gun in my face and you dared to ask for it from me? It seems that I haven't settled the accounts with you that day."
The cold air rushed straight to the top of his head. Zhong Lingyu did not expect that he would be so vindictive, and said in fear: "Forget it if I don't give it."
Shen Huaizhou stared at the girl on the bed calmly and wickedly.
Her skin is fair and there is a faint pink color on her cheeks.
The figure trapped under the quilt is exquisite and well-proportioned, and the two soft masses on the chest rise and fall with the breathing, forming a seductive arc.
His almond-shaped eyes were dark and moist, and he looked vigilant and pitiful.
It reminded him that when he first met her, she was so charming and beautiful under him, being severely ravaged.
Slightly drunk, Shen Huaizhou's eyes gradually darkened, and his voice was hoarse, "Here, but the debt still has to be settled."
The next second, Zhong Lingyu's chin was suddenly hooked by the man.
The faint aroma of wine overflows from the mouth as the lips gently grind.
He came hard and violent, and his lust was high.
Zhong Lingyu struggled, but was held down by him and unable to move.
She raised her foot to kick, but her calf was grasped by his rough and wide palm.
In a moment of numbness, Zhong Lingyu collapsed, whimpering and unable to resist, "Shen Huaizhou, you bastard, you can't..."
"What's wrong? Are you not allowed to sleep?" Shen Huaizhou chuckled, flirting ambiguously.
Zhong Lingyu cried in humiliation.
When he kissed her lips, he could taste the salty wetness.
The drunken confusion in her mind gradually faded away, and Shen Huaizhou could see at a glance that she was crying pitifully.
His interest was extinguished, Shen Huaizhou tugged on his collar with an irritated look, "Okay, wipe the cat urine off your face. I'll get you a gun and bullets in a few days. If you cry again, I'll throw you out." "
Zhong Lingyu shrugged his shoulders and twitched a few times, then picked up the handkerchief and wiped away his tears.
"Give me the handkerchief." Shen Huaizhou stretched out his hand towards her.
Zhong Lingyu sobbed reluctantly: "What to do?"
"Wipe your hands."
Shen Huaizhou spread his palms.
Zhong Lingyu's face turned red and he hurriedly threw the veil away.
As if on purpose, Shen Huaizhou wiped her hands slowly in front of her hospital bed.
His eyebrows were cold and indifferent, as if he was concentrating on something serious.
Zhong Lingyu blushed and huddled up, and quickly covered herself with a quilt, out of embarrassment and fear of being taken advantage of again.
Seeing this, Shen Huaizhou snorted funny.
Sooner or later, sleep through this unruly wild girl.
He threw the handkerchief aside, stood up and said, "I'm going to stay at the station for a few days. You just stay in the hospital."
Seeing that Shen Huaizhou was about to leave, Zhong Lingyu pulled down the quilt, nodded hurriedly, and said in a low voice: "Well done, young marshal."
He looked like he wanted him to get out of here.
Shen Huaizhou pinched her face angrily, then turned and left.
Zhong Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
She twisted her body uncomfortably and asked the nurse to bring hot water. While cleaning, she felt ashamed and annoyed, and cursed Shen Huaizhou in her heart.
Fortunately, Shen Huaizhou was away for the next few days, and only Adjutant Li came to visit occasionally, making Zhong Lingyu feel particularly comfortable.
She felt no pressure and her wounds healed faster than expected.
In a blink of an eye, the day of discharge came.
When Zhong Lingyu was hospitalized, he always wore hospital gowns.
Shen Huaizhou threw away the original clothes because he thought the fabric was rough.
Fortunately, Adjutant Li sent her a set of clothes, which were the slanted shirt and skirt she often wears.
There is a pearl plate button between the collar and embroidered with her favorite begonia flowers.
The clothes fit me perfectly.
Zhong Lingyu took a look in front of the mirror, and her cheeks showed a hint of her daughter's coquettishness. "Adjutant Li, I didn't expect that you have good taste. This dress is very beautiful. Thank you very much."
Shen Huaizhou, who was pushing the door open, waved Adjutant Li back.
Then he walked quietly behind Zhong Lingyu, put his arms around her waist, looked at her charming and innocent face in the mirror, and said in a good mood: "I picked it for you. What should you thank Adjutant Li for? You should thank me." .”
Zhong Lingyu turned her head sharply, and the next second, she was brought into his arms.
He was wearing a thin military uniform, and the heat source penetrated through the clothes, heating her back.
She was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "Why are you back?"
A tone of obvious disgust.
Shen Huaizhou frowned slightly and said sullenly: "If I don't come back, should I be left outside?"
Zhong Lingyu shrank his neck in fright and did not respond.
"Heartless little thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Lingyu suddenly rose into the sky.
She was shocked and said: "What are you doing? I want to go home."
Shen Huaizhou ignored her and carried her out of the hospital.
Afraid of being seen, Zhong Lingyu hurriedly covered her face.
Soon, she was put into the car.
The car sped along a small road.
She asked uneasily: "Young Marshal, where are you taking me?"
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Shen Huaizhou asked her, tilting his head.
Zhong Lingyu swallowed in horror, her lips turned white, "No... I haven't killed anyone."
Shen Huaizhou groaned, "Just in time, I'll take you to see it."
"Stop the car, I won't go." Zhong Lingyu looked horrified.
Ignoring that the car was moving, she raised her hand to open the door.
Shen Huaizhou stopped him in time, frowned slightly and said, "Do you still want a gun?"
Zhong Lingyu paused slightly, still in shock and a little confused.
What does asking for a gun have to do with killing someone?
Is it possible that she should follow Shen Huaizhou to kill people and take them from the enemy?
She really couldn't figure out his intentions and couldn't escape, so she could only try to suppress her fear and wait silently.
Soon, the car parked at an execution ground in the suburbs.
Zhong Lingyu keenly saw several big men hanging by chains on a cross not far away.
She didn't recognize most of them.
Only the man in the middle looked familiar to her.
After thinking carefully for a moment, the man's face quickly overlapped with his memory.
Zhong Lingyu thought that these prisoners were obviously the thugs who had been chasing her when she escaped from the brothel that day, threatening to skin her.
What does Shen Huaizhou mean?
Want to take it out on her behalf?
