Sheng Jiaoyang woke up with a feeling of familiar pain, but her eyes were so dark that she almost thought she was in a dream, but the pain in her neck reminded her that this was not a dream.
"Hey-" she shouted.
All I heard in my ears was my own echo, and no other sounds could be heard.
It was pitch black before his eyes, and he didn't know where he had lost his glasses.
She didn't know where she was, she just felt that it was dark, quiet and cold, like a cellar buried deep underground.
Who is it? What's the purpose of tying her up
"anyone there?"
"Someone is coming—"
"Is there anyone there?"
…
After shouting for a long time without receiving any response, Sheng Jiaoyang felt that his bones were cold.
People who have never been locked up in a small dark room will never know how terrible it is for a person to be locked up in a small dark room. The unknown fate, endless darkness, empty and cold environment have all become a will-destroying thing. the elements of.
As time moves slowly, sanity begins to teeter on the edge of collapse.
"Creak" a sound seemed to come from another world.
Da da da…
The sound of footsteps came from far to near.
Sheng Jiaoyang raised her head from her arms, but was stung by the light in front of her. She closed her eyes and waited until she gradually adapted to the light, then slowly opened her eyes. The first thing that caught her sight was a pair of men's leather boots. She When she slowly raised her eyes, she could see that the man's face was unclear due to the backlight, but she already knew who was standing in front of her.
Shen, Zhi, Ning! ! !
"Asshole!" She cursed in a hoarse voice.
"How long can a person persist in a closed dark room? Once the willpower is broken and combined with drugs that psyche the person's mind, no matter how powerful the spy is, he will have to reveal the truth."
Hearing what he said slowly, Sheng Jiaoyang's whole body felt cold. She asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Are you going to do this to me?"
"That was my plan," he admitted.
Sheng Jiaoyang was silent. She knew how stubborn Shen Zhining was and never changed her mind easily, so no matter how hard she tried to gain favor before, Shen Zhining still suspected her of ulterior motives. She is now hesitating whether to tell Shen Zhining her identity, but she doesn't know how likely Shen Zhining, an atheist, is to believe that she is Jiaoyang. She was afraid that even if she said it, he wouldn't believe it, which would make her even more convinced that she had evil intentions.
"I now believe..."
Shen Zhining bent down, raised her chin, looked directly into her eyes, and then said: "There really are witches in this world."
W-what do you mean? Sheng Jiaoyang blinked in confusion.
The next moment, she was grabbed by the hand and pulled up. She probably had been sitting in a cold place for too long. As soon as she was pulled out, her feet softened and she fell to the ground. If Shen Zhining hadn't grabbed her arm and pulled her back in time, she would have fallen to the ground.
"My feet are numb. I can't walk..." The word "no" was still on his lips. When the whole person was picked up, Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned.
Holding his clothes tightly, Sheng Jiaoyang opened his mouth slightly and looked at the man's handsome face, feeling very confused. The hand across the crook of her leg was steady and strong. She had recently grown taller and gained weight, and the thick winter clothes weighed over a hundred pounds. But he held her and walked very smoothly, and his breath was not disturbed.
"Boss, Lilith has put the hot water on." Feili stood in the living room.
Shen Zhining nodded slightly and walked upstairs with the person in his arms.
When he was put on the bed and sat down, Sheng Jiaoyang finally couldn't help but asked: "Are you playing with me?"
He tied her up inexplicably, said something inexplicable, and then released her inexplicably.
Shen Zhining just looked at her deeply and did not answer her words. He only asked Lilith who was standing next to her to help her take a bath and walked out of the room.
"Miss Xu, do you need me to help you take off your clothes?" Lilith asked with a smile.
"What does he mean?" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the door with confusion on his face.
Lilith blinked, "Boss, he probably understands the importance of you in his heart."
Sheng Jiaoyang turned to look at Lilith, who nodded affirmatively to her, but she couldn't believe Lilith's words. As for Shen Demon King's attitude towards her, which was good and bad, it didn't matter.
"Miss Xu, hurry up and take a hot bath, otherwise you will catch a cold." Lilith reminded.
Sheng Jiaoyang didn't know how long she stayed in that cold cellar-like basement. Anyway, she was already in a fever and dizzy before she finished taking a bath. After that, she only regained consciousness for a moment when a needle was pricked on the back of her hand. She squinted her eyes and saw two people standing beside the bed in her hazy vision. One was Lilith who was helping her get an injection, and the other was standing a little far away and couldn't see clearly.
When I woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.
Without glasses, Sheng Jiaoyang's vision was blurry. She only saw what seemed to be a person standing in front of the oil painting of Daughter of the Sea that she painted. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, but she pulled the needle on the back of her hand, and she made a gasping sound.
"Don't move." Another voice came.
Soon a man came to the bedside, held her wrist and looked at the needle on the back of her hand.
Sheng Jiaoyang stared blankly at the person who helped her arrange the position of the needle. If the cool liquid hadn't flowed into her blood, she would have felt that nothing happened yesterday.
"You, changed your plan?" Are you using a beauty trap now
Shen Zhining lowered his eyes to look at her, with a rare hint of complexity in his eyes. He said in a low voice: "I just compromised."
Because they were so close, Sheng Jiaoyang heard what he said, and she asked in confusion: "Compromise for what?"
Shen Zhining didn't answer.
No one knows what he compromised except himself.
As he said, his plan was to lock her in a cell in the basement and let the endless darkness and silence destroy her willpower. He didn't have to do anything but wait for her to tell the truth when she couldn't bear it. good.
Feili walked in with coffee and saw the surveillance screen displayed on his desktop computer screen. He said intentionally or unintentionally: "The basement is very cold. People will not be able to bear it if they stay there for a long time."
At that time, a nerve in my brain was severed.
"Brother Zhi Ning, are you tired? Can I rub it for you?"
"Good morning, to Brother Ning."
"Come back and have dinner together tonight!"
"Brother Zhi Ning, are you free tonight? Why don't we go watch a movie?"
"To Brother Ning, Grandma Andy said you have a bad stomach. From now on, remember to eat three meals a day on time."
"Zhining, you will regret it!"
At the end, Mr. Yang's angry words slammed into his mind.
All the scenes of the past were scattered, leaving only the figure huddled in the corner on the screen in front of me.
He personally broke his own principles and compromised with his already soft-hearted other self.
The small face in front of him was full of doubts, his lips were very pale, and his appearance was reflected in the big eyes. His harmless look was really heartwarming.
"Gulu" a strange voice suddenly sounded.
Shen Zhining glanced at the place where the sound came from, and then looked back at her.
Sheng Jiaoyang's pale face suddenly turned red. She raised her other hand to cover her eyes and said weakly, "I'm hungry."
Shen Zhining put down her hand holding the needle, turned around and walked out of the room.
On the landing beach, a group of people were getting off the yacht.
"Lao Yang, don't be anxious..."
"How could I not be anxious? If Zhining dares to hurt Jiaojiao, I won't let him go!" Mr. Yang interrupted Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen frowned, "Lao Yang, that's enough for you. How about you disregard our decades-long friendship for an outsider?"
"Jiaojiao is not an outsider, she is my dearest person! If it were your Zhining who was kidnapped, would you still be here to talk to me?" Mr. Yang almost fell out.
"Can it be the same? Zhining is the only descendant of our Shen family, and Xu Jiaojiao has no blood relationship with you at all. I really don't understand what's wrong with you. It's like you've been possessed by an evil spirit. She is your dearest person, and she has just been buried. Don’t you remember what you told Xu Jiaojiao at the funeral in the sun that you didn’t want to see her again? Why do you regard her as more dear to you than your own granddaughter now? Hey, the more I talk, the more I feel that something is wrong with you. Are you trying to lower your head? I just said that girl Xu Jiaojiao is not simple anymore. How could my Zhi Ning fall in love with such a person who is not as beautiful as Daisy?"
"Don't talk nonsense! I think Jiaojiao's child is quite good." Frylin next to her quickly interrupted Mr. Shen's musings.
Mr. Yang snorted coldly and stopped talking to the old man. He just urged the driver to drive faster.
"Bang!" The door was pushed open hard and hit the wall with a loud noise.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who was drinking porridge, trembled with fright and immediately choked. She blushed uncomfortably and coughed.
"Jiaojiao—" An urgent and worried voice followed the knocking of the door.
"Ahem, sir, cough, cough..." Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide and looked toward the door in surprise, although she couldn't see clearly.
For Mr. Yang, the sight of Jiaojiao coughing and taking medicine gave him great stimulation.
No one expected what happened next.
With a "bang", the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, and the porridge in the bowl splashed everywhere.
"Zhi Ning!"
"Grandpa!"
Two shouts sounded at the same time.
Mr. Yang, who fell to the side, was helped back to the wheelchair by An Jing, who had quick eyesight and quick hands.
As for Shen Zhining, there was a mark of a fist on his face. Mr. Yang stood up and hit him in anger.
If it were in the early years when Mr. Yang was strong and strong, Shen Zhining would not only be bruised on the face, but one or two of his teeth would probably be knocked out.
"Lao Yang, are you crazy?" Mr. Shen was furious.
"An Jing," Mr. Yang gasped, "take Jiaojiao away."
"Grandpa, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?" Sheng Jiaoyang completely ignored the discomfort of being choked at this time. She leaned forward and looked at Mr. Yang with concern.
"Grandpa is okay, Jiaojiao, tell grandpa quickly, where is the injury?" Mr. Yang slid forward in his wheelchair, held Sheng Jiaoyang's hand without the needle, and asked eagerly.