After Zhong Lingyu came out from the old lady's place, she did not return to the Zhong Mansion.
Instead, he went to the bungalow at No. 14 Hongbei Street.
At Chen Tingze's birthday party, Shen Huaizhou handed her a note and asked her to wait here.
She didn't want to come.
But if she didn't come, with Shen Huaizhou's style, he would definitely come to the Zhong Mansion and climb the wall.
It was impossible to say whether she would be kidnapped with great fanfare.
To avoid annoying him, Zhong Lingyu chose to wait in the living room of the bungalow.
But until late at night, there was no sign of Shen Huaizhou.
Zhong Lingyu was hungry and sleepy, so she ate something hastily and then went back to the bedroom to sleep.
Late at night, there was silence.
From time to time, cold wind penetrated through the closed windows, causing the tassels of the curtains to curl up.
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.
As he slept, the cool breeze blew in from his shoulders.
Zhong Lingyu tightened her body and smelled blood while half asleep and half awake.
She woke up suddenly, turned around, and saw a tall and muscular silhouette beside the bed.
Zhong Lingyu was startled and quickly turned on the bedside lamp.
When the lights came on, she almost screamed.
It's Shen Huaizhou.
Standing against the backlight, his eyes were as dark as ink.
There was dried blood on his face, which looked extremely strange under the warm yellow light.
He just stood there silently, his elongated shadow swaying slightly, making Zhong Lingyu's scalp numb.
She gripped the quilt tightly, huddled up, and looked at him warily.
Like a little beast with fangs raised, it looked very weak to Shen Huaizhou.
And the avoidable look made him have the urge to destroy her.
Soon, this bloodthirsty impulse was replaced by dull pain.
Shen Huaizhou grabbed her wrist and forced her closer, "What did you say to my grandmother?"
Zhong Lingyu was slightly stunned, then slowly calmed down, "Young Marshal should be able to guess it, why bother asking me again?"
Shen Huaizhou sat beside her, looking at her unblinkingly.
His rough palm caressed her cheek.
There was a smell of blood mixed with earth.
Zhong Lingyu turned his head and ran away with disgust.
Shen Huaizhou felt congested inside and his breathing gradually became heavier.
The next second, his hand held the back of her neck tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhong Lingyu, I'm good enough to you, don't touch my bottom line again and again."
"Young Marshal, what you said is contrary to what I said. It's you who have been touching my bottom line." Zhong Lingyu looked at him quietly, "What you call being good to me is like arsenic mixed with sugar. I can't wait to You disappeared from my life."
The anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly exploded.
Shen Huaizhou was furious.
He pushed her down on the bed and cuffed her wrists to the head of the bed.
Her clothes were roughly torn off.
Zhong Lingyu cursed and fought, but she told him to get out.
Shen Huaizhou bit her shoulder and neck hard.
The quilt flew into the air and quickly fell down, firmly covering the two overlapping figures.
The hot sweat slid from his forehead to his Adam's apple, and then fell on her pink back with a splat.
He held her soft waist with one hand and inserted his other hand through her fingers.
Shen Huaizhou was familiar with her sensitivity. He was urgent and cruel, constantly torturing her nerves. He breathed hotly and said, "Lingyu, you said you are willing to follow me, huh?"
"I won't die...well..."
The red lips were tightly covered, leaving only the muffled moan that escaped from the fingers.
The sound went from heavy to soft, from hard to soft. Zhong Lingyu couldn't control it. His eyes were filled with white light, and his soul seemed to be floating out of the clouds.
Shen Huaizhou kissed the base of her ear, gradually becoming gentle and gentle.
The anger was slowly calmed down by her hum, leaving only lust, dominating the madness.
Sticky with sweat, hot with body temperature, and wrinkled sheets, Shen Huaizhou raised his hand to loosen the handcuffs on her wrists.
Her body became a puddle of water, and she lost the strength to struggle.
Let Shen Huaizhou feel the sense of security that he can firmly control her.
Afterwards, Shen Huaizhou hugged her tightly and rubbed the back of her neck.
With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, the anger in his heart slowly dissipated.
Maybe, he doesn't need to care whether she wants to follow her or not.
As long as she couldn't escape from his grasp, he would treat her as willing.
The strength in Shen Huaizhou's arms tightened, as if he was trying to embed her into his body.
Zhong Lingyu sobbed and cried slowly.
Shen Huaizhou kissed away her tears and carried her to the bathroom to clean herself.
Warm water rushes down from the top of the head.
He could no longer see the tears that made him so irritated.
She was tired from the torment and slowly fell asleep.
Shen Huaizhou hugged her and fell asleep.
The next day, the first ray of sunshine in the morning hit Zhong Lingyu's eyes.
She opened her eyes in confusion and stood up with her aching body.
The sound of metal colliding sounded, and she turned around blankly and found that there was an iron chain tied to her wrist.
Heavy and cold.
Zhong Lingyu was shocked and pulled hard, but the strong lock did not move at all.
The railing at the head of the bed jingled against the chains.
Facing the empty room, Zhong Lingyu was panicked and angry, and her voice couldn't stop trembling, "Shen Huaizhou, where have you been?"
She regretted a little, maybe she shouldn't have let the old lady get involved.
I thought that Shen Huaizhou's grandmother could at least persuade him.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be even crazier than before.
He is simply a wild beast and no one can control him.
Zhong Lingyu's hands and feet felt cold and his eyes were empty.
At this time, Shen Huaizhou held the porridge in one hand and pushed the door open.
He turned a blind eye to Zhong Lingyu's increasingly angry gaze, pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.
Zhong Lingyu clutched the chain and said in a hoarse and depressed voice, "Shen Huaizhou, untie it for me."
"There's no rush." Shen Huaizhou said in an understatement, "Eat first."
He stirred the spoon, and the hot porridge exuded a slow aroma.
Then he handed the spoon to Zhong Lingyu's lips.
Zhong Lingyu looked at him coldly, his lips tightly closed.
"Aren't you hungry?" Shen Huaizhou curled his lips.
"I'm afraid you'll poison me." Zhong Lingyu was already in a terrible mood.
"There are many ways to kill people, but I don't even bother to use such unsavory methods as poisoning." Shen Huaizhou withdrew his spoon and stirred the hot porridge absently, "If I really want to kill you, I will lock you up until death."
Zhong Lingyu's face turned pale.
Shen Huaizhou leaned over and rubbed the tip of her nose with his tall nose, "But I'm not willing to kill you just to make fun of you. Eat first and fill your stomach. Everything can be discussed easily."
He handed over the spoon again.
Zhong Lingyu opened his mouth and swallowed without taste.
After finishing a bowl, she tightened the quilt and said, "When the meal is finished, untie the chains."
Shen Huaizhou said nothing.
She was pulled into his arms.
Her cheek rested on his warm and generous hand.
Zhong Lingyu's hair stood on end, "What are you doing?"
"I think this is good." Shen Huaizhou's cheerful laughter came from above, "Lock you in this house, I want to see you, I can see you all the time. To prevent you from running around, and I can't bear to break you legs."
"Shen Huaizhou, you can't do this." Zhong Lingyu clutched his collar tightly, with a look of panic on his face.
Shen Huaizhou turned a deaf ear.
He grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her softly, "Fake death and change your appearance. After this, there will be no Zhong Lingyu in Yuncheng. No one will know that you are locked here by me. Do you think this plan is good?"
