After that night between them, in the blink of an eye, a week passed.
Shen's group, the point of work arrived, the man quickly picked up the car keys on the table, toward the basement, hurriedly went.
The car drove, drove out of the basement, the car sped on the elevated, his heart, are flying back home.
Winter twilight in the Shen family manor, cloaked in a layer of twilight, the sky is dark fast, only two rows of street lamps are brightly extinguished, black iron gates, but also more than in summer, more stable, just in this black, the whole manor are seemingly lifeless, incomparably dull.
Black Bentley car, with headlights, toward the gate is open to both sides of the door into the in, wherever, the ground on the manor gardener did not have time to finger the dead leaves, playing with the rolls raised and in the Bentley car drove away, behind it, playing with the rolls fell.
Push the door and down, the pace of the foot is steady, erect and robust body, when it really is undressing have meat wear clothes have style, God is too favorable to this man, even every hair strand, are perfect.
"Sir, you are back." The old butler consistently stood silently at the entrance of the entrance hall, reaching out to take the briefcase in the man's hand, handing up a piece of velvet cloth towel, the latter's long and slender fingers took the warm and still steaming wet towel, hastily wiping his face, and then threw it back to the old butler: "Where is she?"
"..." The old butler hit a pause when he heard this low and brief question, but he hid it too well, and in the next second, he was again that official and unbiased qualified butler: "Ms. Jane is in the bedroom. "
"Hasn't been down all day?"
"Yes."
The man's dark eyes narrowed: "Didn't eat lunch again?"
The old housekeeper's eyes and nose looked down, drooping his old eyebrows, "Miss Jane refused to come out of the bedroom, so she had to send her lunch to the bedroom's door."
The man nodded, his handsome face taut, "Ten minutes later, send the dinner to the bedroom's door."
Faintly commanding a sentence, the man lifted his foot and lifted his steps up the stairs, his feet appearing to be in a hurry.
Raised his steps to the bedroom door, lowered his eyes to look at the food on the food cart at the bedroom door ... brow slightly wrinkled ... and do not eat?
Lifted his hand and knocked on the door, there was not a single movement in the door, but he was not surprised, this week, not all the same?
Reach out and hold the door handle, press, push open.
When the door opened, his heart, as far as the eye could see, was about to pop out of his chest.
His face suddenly changed, "Jane Tong! Down!"
He drank!
Window sill, the woman is sitting on it, a pair of feet are still suspended outside the window, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking.
Hearing the man's voice behind her, her head moved, and she twisted her head to look towards behind her.
"Little child, good boy ... down." Shen Xiujin's handsome face at the moment, revealing anxiety.
The woman looked toward the back, only a glance, and then joylessly and angrily twisted her head back, the back of her head, to him.
The foot, still hanging out of the window, swaying, for his words, turned a deaf ear.
He raised his step, and cautiously approached it.
And the woman sitting on the window, there is no movement, Shen Xiujin this only slightly reassured some, this woman does not want to seek death idea.
Hands tightly hooped her waist, a pick her up, threw to the bed: "Do you know, you just like how dangerous!"
Jane Tong faintly raised her head, her lips moved, only spitting out three words, "Fun."
"Fun?" Shen Xiujin was about to explode with anger!
"You said fun? Do you know in the end! Do you even know the danger of what you just did? If you don't get it right, you'll fall down! ... Did you say it was fun? Can you joke about this kind of thing?
This kind of thing is fun!"
"Fun." She still said that.
"You!" The man was so angry that his internal organs were hurting, and as fast as he could, he yanked her up, pushed her down onto his lap, stripped her pants, and gave her a fat beating!
Slap slap slap slap!
Continuously hit down a few slaps, the heart of that worry, only slightly dispersed some, taut nerves, only finally completely loose.
Jane Tong was pressed face down back up on the man's thighs, buttocks a cold time, she was too late to react, until her ears heard the sound of crisp slaps, she finally understood, what is happening!
"Stop! You stop it!"
Looking at her struggling figure, and a little bit of "what right do you have to hit me" look, Shen Xiujin had already suppressed the anger, and was rekindled, between his eyebrows and eyes, stained with coldness.
"Do you still dare?"
Suddenly, Jane Tong has an incomparably absurd and grotesque feeling, is not the spanked child disobedient?
Parents spanked children, and then caught the crying children and asked: do you still dare.
"I'm not a child! Who are you to hit me!"
She stormed up and glared angrily, questioning him!
"What, did I hit you wrong?" His long eyebrows into the temples, slightly half a side of the eyebrow, through the body of the temperament, actually as jade like cold, but also appears to be incomparably sensible.
But this rational and cold appearance, hiding a heart ... just now, not scared to death count his life.
Jane Tong is still angry glare: "What did I do wrong? I am not a child!"
Just said, the bedroom door, came two knocking: "Sir, can come in?"
The two men on the bed were both startled, the man's hand flew, grabbed a side of the bedding, covered the woman on his lap, before faintly "hmm": "Come in."
The old housekeeper pushed the food cart into the bedroom.
The bedroom door, because Shen Xiujin just came in in a hurry, did not close, just now, the two people in the room each other, the old housekeeper also heard.
The old housekeeper pushed the dining cart to the bed without looking askance, "Sir, is there anything else you need to order?" Very respectfully asked.
Shen Xiujin waved his hand, "Go down and rest."
The old housekeeper bent respectfully and turned to leave, the moment he turned around, the old housekeeper's face, which had always been serious and stereotypical, became incomparably hideous, and the fists that were hanging down at his side, were clenched ... deathly tightly His Weiming, in the end, counts for nothing!
When Wei Ming was alive, Mr. never treated Wei Ming like that woman, and never stopped at etiquette! When has there ever been such intimacy?
His Wei Ming ... can not be so nameless, and finally in the heart of Mr. gradually faded, and finally no longer have this person!
As long as ... as long as this woman dies!
Butler Xia picked up his cell phone and once again broadcast the infrequently contacted phone number, I'm afraid that this number, in addition to Shen Xiujin's cell phone number, he remembers the most clearly.
"I want her to die!"
The person on the other end of the phone, froze slightly when he picked up the phone, and then, a light laugh, through the receiver, sounded softly, "Who am I to help you?"