Chapter 6 Chapter Six

It's nothing, it's really nothing, I woke up after a nap and forgot about Xiao Shan, because Mo Shaoqian called me.He's here, I don't have any extra thoughts to think about Xiao Shan anymore, I have to deal with Mo Shaoqian wholeheartedly. I took a taxi from school to the villa, and I felt a little uneasy along the way. Mo Shaoqian seems to be indifferent to me recently, and he only comes here every one or two months in the past six months.I don't know if it's a good sign or a bad sign, because I'm not sure if he's really getting tired of me. As soon as I entered the gate of the villa, I was startled. The butler was standing in the center of the huge living room directing people to dismantle the chandelier, and a bunch of workers were carrying furniture.Everyone was busy, even the cute ones were squatting in front of the French windows, seeming to be dazzled by the sight.The person who dismantled the chandelier was concentrating on it, and the housekeeper was even more focused. He raised his head and said, "Slow down, slow down, first remove the pendant here...the one that can't be moved... be gentle..."

This large crystal chandelier is Mo Shaoqian's favorite, and Mo Shaoqian loves to collect lamps.This lamp was brought back when he was on vacation in Europe. I was still in a daze, but the cute one spotted me first. It wagged its tail and barked at me.The housekeeper saw me when he turned around, and said to me quickly, "Mr. Mo is upstairs." The second floor is much quieter, only two workers are lightly removing the oil paintings on the wall, it looks like they are going to move.I went to the study anxiously, but I didn't see Mo Shaoqian, so I went to the master bedroom, knocked on the door, and heard him say: "Please come in."

I still didn't see anyone when I went in. It turned out that he was in the cloakroom, and he was still buttoning his suit when he came out. When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows immediately: "What's wrong with your eyes?" I touched the tear-like scar: "I hurt it a while ago." Without asking any more questions, he said to me, "Go and pack your things." I was a little dazed, not sure what he meant by this sentence. He probably noticed it, and said: "Bring everything you need, and I will move you. I plan to redecorate this house. Hurry up, and you are not allowed to come back to get anything you forget."

How to decorate after just moving in for two years? While I ran back to the room to pack my things, I greeted the eighteenth generation of Mo Shaoqian's ancestors in my heart.You can live here for a few days a year, and you can still be so frustrating? No way, rich people are uncles. In the evening, I had already had dinner in the huge restaurant in the high-rise downtown, I couldn't understand why Mo Shaoqian suddenly decided to move.But as long as it’s here, it’s safe, even the cute one has its own room as usual, facing the only natural lake in the inner ring of the city, just like the master bedroom, but it’s too high, and the lake seems to be splashed and broken when viewed from a distance. A huge white emerald.Cute must not like living in such a high place, it squatted in front of the glass and whimpered melancholy, probably suffering from acrophobia.

My room was on the second floor, just across from the master bedroom.What I am particularly disgusted with is the bathroom in my room. The whole floor-to-ceiling glass has neither curtains nor screens. It is unobstructed and facing the empty skyline. Although I know that no one can peep outside at such a high place, I still feel uncomfortable.So after dinner, taking advantage of the fact that Mo Shaoqian seemed to be working in the study, I took a bathrobe and towel and sneaked into the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a shower. After locking the door, I looked at the bathroom with confidence. It is still enjoyed by capitalists. It sinks like a bathtub as big as a swimming pool, and the computer controls the massage program.On the shelf are countless long and short bath towels, and a large row of bath salts, all of which are the same brand that Mo Shaoqian has always used.

It's really comfortable... When I immerse myself in the warm water, countless negative ion bubbles rushed up to massage my skin, and there was a remote control at hand. I pressed it casually, and the huge blinds in front of me slowly shimmered. The whole is LED display, the sound effect is first-class, Dolby surround sound. I found a premium channel, watched two episodes of "Net King", and was about to fall asleep. If you can drown in this bathtub, it is probably a very luxurious way to die. But I'm sure not that lucky. A hand reached out and rested it on my neck, the fingertips were cool, and my skin, which had been stretched by the water, shuddered.I couldn't speak fluently: "How did you get in?"

"There is another door in the cloakroom." I was so careless that I didn't notice that there was another door.The water instantly soaked up a few points, Mo Shaoqian's size is really not small, I felt that this swimming pool-like bathtub was cramped.I didn't even dare to look at him with my eyelids down. In fact, it's not like I haven't seen him before, but I'm just not used to this kind of openness.I know he's in good shape, he has a personal trainer, he's rich, so he has everything. He put his arms around me, and I was forced to cling to his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat clearly.I begged him a little helplessly: "Don't be here..."

What I was worried about didn't happen, but what worried me even more happened. His finger stroked the scar on my eyelid and asked me, "What's going on?" His tone was calm, and whenever he was about to get angry, his tone calmed down.I knew that I must not provoke him again at this time, so I replied obediently: "Watching the game, I accidentally got hit by a classmate's cell phone." "basketball?" "No, robot." Instead, he rubbed my earlobe with his fingers, but the arm around me was quietly increasing his strength.I was so hooped by him that I couldn't breathe. I was really afraid that he would drown me in the bathtub in a fit of anger, or strangle me with a bath towel, or throw me far out of the window to die... So I hugged him in horror and stumbled to explain: "I really didn't do it on purpose... The doctor said that you can't use anti-scar medicine on your eyes..."

To my surprise, the imaginary thunderous fury did not erupt.Probably because he heard his cell phone ringing outside, and he called at such a late hour, most likely it was the secretary.It must be something urgent again, he let me go, I quickly put on his bathrobe for him, wrapped myself in a towel casually, and tied his belt while walking.By the time I finished tying the straps on his robe, he had already got his cell phone and started answering calls. I hugged the bath towel and exited obediently. Before I reached the door, I heard him say: "I've eaten... I was taking a shower just now..."

Such a homely tone was very rare, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't know it was his wife.My steps couldn't help but stagnate, and there was an indescribable panic.Whenever this happens, I think of my shameful identity, and the shame and embarrassment make me panic and flee in a hurry. I went back to my room and forgot to turn on the light, so I just sat in the dark for a long while, and I forgot to dry my hair, and drops of water dripped down, some of which fell on the back of my hands, cold like tears.In fact, I haven't cried for a long time, and now I can't cry anymore. I don't even have tears.

I don't know how long I sat there, but the light on the ceiling suddenly turned on, which made me unable to open my eyes for a while.I instinctively blocked the dazzling light with my hands, and when I saw Mo Shaoqian walk in, he asked me, "Why are you sitting here?" I smiled at him and acted like a baby to him: "Hold me." Since being a mistress means acting like a mistress, the most important thing is to please the benefactor.When it's time to act like a baby, you have to act like a baby, just like being cute, you will shake your head and tail when you see Mo Shaoqian, because this way you can have a good life. Every time Mo Shaoqian would use the so-called princess hug, which is the horizontal hug that is often seen in Disney movies when a prince hugs a princess.It's a pity that he is certainly not Prince Charming, and I am not a princess. Sometimes, I would rather be a witch mixing poison. It's like now, I was laid horizontally by him on the KINGSIZE big bed, but he raised his arm and looked at me from the opposite direction.This strange pose made me feel very awkward. In my eyes, his face was a reflection, but in his eyes, I didn't know what I would look like.But he looked at me motionless, and in those upside-down eyes, his gaze gradually deepened again, just like that time, that gaze seemed to pass through my face, as if looking at a stranger.It was probably because of such a completely unfamiliar relationship that made me feel uneasy, or maybe it was his gaze that made me bewitched.I heard my own voice whispering, "Have you ever loved someone?" "I love so much that there is no way out, I love so much that I can't extricate myself... Even if I can't have her, I still hope to deceive others by other means..." My voice lowered, and I was frightened by my own audacity. He interrupted me coldly: "Have you watched too many TV shows? What are you thinking about all day long?" He got up and pulled off the quilt, lay down and ignored me.This is an obvious eviction order, I made a big taboo, I am too stupid today, maybe I did it on purpose, because I have been too uncomfortable recently, I deliberately want to add a little more to that pressure, so that it can reach a critical point And there are excuses to crash.But the stupidest thing about me is picking the wrong opponent. He reminded me with just a simple body movement that I can't afford to mess with him.I leaned closer to him cheekily and kissed his neck.That's where he was most sensitive, but he turned his back to me indifferently, his whole body exuded hostility, frozen three feet, and rejected people for thousands of miles.I rubbed against him like he was cute, but it didn't help.He's always been interested in my body, but today I'm obviously overdoing it, so he's not interested at all. I was terrified at the bottom of my heart, and finally gave up all efforts, and got out of bed in desperation and planned to go back to my bedroom. Just as he stepped on the floor, he suddenly heard him ask: "Have you not visited your uncle recently?" I trembled uncontrollably, trying to control myself not to rattle my teeth, or grab the vase beside me and throw it at the person on the bed.The devil, the devil, he'll always have a way of knocking me out of control in a second and making me regret what I just did.My ten fingers dug deep into my palm, the muscles on my face must have been twisted terribly, I had to breathe with all my strength to keep myself from screaming hysterically. "Go back to your room," he said flatly, "I'm going to sleep." I tried to control myself so that I could move my feet normally and walk to the bed again.He finally turned around and took a look at me: "You look so ugly, are you sad?" I tried my best to smile at him. His expression was cold: "Don't laugh if you can't laugh, it's uglier than crying." I climbed back into bed without saying a word, trying to get into his arms again.But he pushed me away without looking back and I tried again and he pushed me away again and I tried again and again and he pushed me away again.And I just leaned over, and waited numbly for his heavy blow, like someone punched my heart with a fist.At first I still felt the pain, but then gradually I didn't feel it anymore, all of a sudden, and then... It was like a blunt weapon hitting me, more like a mechanical pendulum, allowing fate to turn me back and forth. In the end, he probably got impatient, and with a little more force, I bumped into the lamp on the table top cabinet, and the lamp rolled down with a crash. I instinctively rolled and crawled down, trying to hug the lamp, but there was no grab it.Because of too much force, my forehead hit the copper handle of the bedside table, and the burning pain went straight to my forehead, and the desk lamp fell to pieces on the ground with a bang, and the Suzhou embroidery lampshade rolled far away. Broken into pieces.Things in his room were never cheap, especially lamps. I looked at the pile of fragments in horror, and I didn't even care about the injury on my forehead. I remember that when I was a child, I was disobedient and ran around in the living room of the villa all day long. As a result, I broke an antique desk lamp. When he found out, he was so angry that I almost gave away the cuteness.Cuteness is usually much more important to him than mine. If this lamp is really an antique, I might as well jump out of the window and get rid of it all at once. He had already put on his slippers and walked towards me, maybe he would throw me out of the window, I shouted anxiously: "I didn't mean to..." "come over!" I begged very hopelessly: "I really didn't mean to..." He got closer and closer, and I took a few steps back. His face became more and more ugly, and he stretched out his hand to pull me: "Don't move!" At this moment, I stumbled and fell over for some reason. The moment I slipped and fell to the ground was like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, the pain made me yell.I must have fallen on the shards of china.Cold sweat broke out, and Ling Chi was nothing more than that.My back seemed to be split open, and it seemed to be pierced with ten thousand steel needles. When I inhaled, the pain made my eyes dim.I finally cried, taking this opportunity, my back hurt like hell, and my heart hurt like hell, I couldn't help it anymore, and the tears finally came out. Mo Shaoqian has already knelt down: "I told you not to move!" I can't say a word.He turned my back over, as if to examine my injury, and then he seemed to pause.As soon as he stretched out his arms, he picked me up and went straight out of the room. The cutie had already heard the movement and rushed out, barking at us. I saw my bright red blood dripping on the floor, dripping on the cute snow-white long hair, and the cutie yelled It's getting worse.I suffer from haemorrhage, and when I see blood, I collapse into Mo Shaoqian's arms.The housekeeper also heard the sound, and was startled when he saw this situation.Quickly called the driver, Mo Shaoqian had already taken the elevator downstairs with me in his arms. When we got to the underground garage, the driver hadn't arrived yet, and Mo Shaoqian had the car keys in his hands at some point, and he put me in the back seat: "Lie down!", and then he drove by himself. I was lying on my stomach like a turtle, and every slight bump in the car made me miserable.I stopped crying and just lay there waiting for each pain to hit me.Every time it hurts, it makes me feel so painful that I don't want to live. On the contrary, my mind is cleared, and I don't have any distracting thoughts. I don't say a word, because even breathing feels painful.While waiting for the red light, Mo Shaoqian finally looked back at me, probably afraid that I would die.How much money did he spend on me? If I die, his investment will be in vain.How could such a shrewd capitalist like him lose money? When I finally arrived at the hospital, I was so weak from the pain that my ears were buzzing like a hundred little bees were flying.I lay on the trundle in the emergency room, and amidst the noise of a hundred bees, I heard him talking to the doctor: "No...she has a scar constitution..." Yeah, I have a scarred body, and now I might turn into a crocodile, or a lizard...anyway, the one with scales on its back.The doctors pushed me back up the elevator, into an operating room, and gave me anesthesia.My consciousness was fading...Maybe I fell asleep for a while, maybe I didn't, I just dozed off...Anyway, when I was awake, the doctor was still cleaning the wound on my back.I was facing a stainless steel pan with a pile of bloody porcelain shards inside.From time to time, the doctor picked up a fragment with tweezers and threw it into the plate with a "clang". The sound was so terrifying that I closed my eyes again in fright. This year is not my birth year, why am I so unlucky? After the wound on my back was stitched up, I was pushed out of the operating room.The housekeeper finally arrived with a big bag in his hand.I didn't know what he was holding, but when I saw Mo Shaoqian, I remembered that both Mo Shaoqian and I were still wearing pajamas and slippers. I'm fine, anyway, the pajamas have been cut by the doctor, and now my back is full of gauze.But Mo Shaoqian, who is usually always well-dressed, is standing in the hospital in pajamas and slippers, the situation is quite funny. He went to change clothes and came out, seeing that I was still lying there motionless, so he said: "It's like a thorn, I deserve it." I lay there and asked pitifully, "Have you lost your temper yet?" I'm not trying to trick you, but now that this is the case, it's more cost-effective to win his sympathy as much as possible, but he didn't seem to lose his temper at all, because his voice was very calm: "Yongzheng Kiln, or the blue and white imitation of Xuande, you Just smashed one, and ruined the world." Who took the Yongzheng kiln and transformed it into a table lamp?I didn't do it on purpose, besides, if he hadn't pushed me, would I have bumped into the desk lamp?It was too hard to please him, but too easy to make him angry.I had a lot of broken porcelain pieces on my back, and I didn't see him calm down, because Yongzheng blue and white flowers were much more precious than me. Because I didn't hurt my nerves, I stayed in the hospital for observation for an hour, and then I was discharged home.The driver came to pick us up, and the effect of the anesthetic gradually dissipated on the way, causing me to groan in pain.I'm really a turtle, with thick gauze on my back.Mo Shaoqian didn't care about me, I followed him by myself, it hurt a little when I took a step, and when I got into the elevator, I bent my body like an old lady.After I got home, I took two tablets of Fenbid, but it didn’t help. I lay on the bed for most of the night and couldn’t fall asleep.Because of the dead of night, the wound on his back seemed to hurt even more. Just as I was tossing and turning, the door of the room was pushed open, and I saw Mo Shaoqian in the dim light of the sleeping lamp. I raised my head from the pillow and looked at him: "Why haven't you slept yet?" His face became even more sour: "Can you make me sleep because of your noise? What are you humming if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" I opened my mouth, but didn't speak.My room is across the corridor from him, and when the doors on both sides are closed, he can still hear me humming?He's not cute, how can he be smarter than a dog's ears? He disappeared from the door for a while, and came back after a while, holding a glass of water.First stuffed a pill into my mouth, then passed the glass of water to my lips.I was forced to drink most of the glass of water before I asked, "What did you give me?" "mafei, a special painkiller for the third stage of cancer." I grabbed his arm: "How can you have such a thing." He didn't speak, and I shivered for a moment, and suddenly thought, he won't have cancer, right?No matter how it sounds, this thing is not a common medicine, and he can find one at any time and give it to me.I looked up at him. A person with such a good spirit should not have cancer, right? He seemed to have read my mind and sneered: "You really expect me to die?" "No." The denial didn't let him let me go, he pressed me hard all at once, the wound on my back made me almost scream, but he almost immediately covered my mouth with his lips.I couldn't scream even if I wanted to, it was as if someone was pressing on a soldering iron, and the skin on my back was tightened with great pain.I didn't struggle, and struggling only made myself hurt more.I was so painful that I almost passed out, but the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, my body no longer listened to my commands, it was like a heavy shell, and I could no longer command it.Just like that night.I want to cry but I can’t cry, my whole body loses half of the strength, it’s like a huge stone is pressing on my body, and it’s like I’m drowning in water, I keep sinking, sinking, but I can’t struggle... I was wandering between the properties of the medicine and the pain. I might be murmuring, or calling my mother... Mom, save me... Mom, come and save me... But I know in my heart that my mother will not come, and my mother is dead up.She died with her father, the two of them were bloody and bloody, and even the face was so blurred that I couldn't recognize it. I didn't even cry, I just couldn't breathe, my hands wanted to scratch something out of thin air, maybe there was nothing.The boy who gave me warmth and peace has also left. He said to me: "Let's break up." Then he turned and left me. I was gasping for breath after breath, like I was going to die, and I died once three years ago, I cut my own veins, put my hands in the warm water of the bathtub, and watched the blood soak and seep through the water. The entire bathtub, the water turned red.I endured it all the time, but I was dizzy with blood, and then passed out.I should have died, if it hadn't been for the water overflowing the bathroom floor, the cutie barked suddenly, which startled everyone.I was rescued in the hospital, and I don’t know how much blood was transfused. It is said that the blood bank is almost used up for my blood type. The doctor performed more than ten hours of surgery, trying to repair the severed nerve on my wrist, but it didn’t work. Successfully, my left hand has lost its strength since then, and it can only do some movements that do not require flexibility or skill. I once steadfastly begged for death, but the god of death did not take care of me, and even it gave up on me. The effect of the medicine made me dizzy and nauseous, the ceiling was twisted and deformed in the pupils, my remaining sanity was on the verge of collapse, bear with it...maybe it will pass if I bear with it...every time I think so, but Mo Shao Qian turned my face away, his eyes were as sharp as a leopard hunting, as if he wanted to tear me apart with his eyes, his hands were so cold that I shivered.I tried my best to turn my face away, but he pulled it back again. I don't know where the strength came from, and I bit his hand hard with one bite.The sweetness of blood diffused in his mouth, but he didn't let go. He was really like some kind of carnivore, biting the opponent to death, but scornfully ignoring any wounds on his body. I don't know if I passed out or fell asleep, the effect of the medicine finally made me lose all consciousness, whether it was pain or hatred, they no longer appeared, and I fell into the boundless darkness, where it was gentle and safe, and there would be no more any harm.