"What did you say?" A roar came from the empty room.
Chu Wenbo suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist with such force that she almost screamed in pain.
"I said you are..."
"Pah!" Raising his hand, he slapped her aside hard, and five finger prints quickly appeared on her fair face.
Chu Wenbo couldn't believe what he heard. She actually...
She actually said he was...
"What? It hurts you..." She raised her head and met his gaze with a face full of reluctance. "You are just... um..."
"Chu Wenwen!" He held her neck tightly with both hands, his tension seemed to have reached the extreme, and his sinister black eyes were covered with a layer of frost, "Okay. Very good!"
He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I will let you see why life is worse than death."
"Yan Mo." Chu Wenbo roared.
"Master!" The visitor quickly emerged from the darkness and stood indifferently by the window. It was as if he had already seen the scarred body on the bed.
"Pull her down and say that I rewarded you." Chu Wenbo looked at her coldly as she fell to the side, with a dangerous and evil smile on his lips, which made people tremble at the sight.
"Chu Wenbo...you are just one..."
"Gag her mouth and drag her out. Don't let me hear a word."
Yan Mo quickly stepped forward and covered her mouth, saying calmly: "Miss, I'm sorry. I'm offended!"
After saying that, he raised her arms and carefully avoided the wounds on her body and dragged her out.
Chu Wenwen glanced at Chu Wenbo coldly, with a strange smile on his lips that looked like a smile but not a smile.
Chu Wenbo...
The future is still very long...
In the cold dungeon, the cold air was filled with a disgusting musty smell and rotten odor. As the night wind blew by, it seemed that the choking screams could still be vaguely heard, secretly weeping about the loneliness and desolation.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to stay here for a few days." He gently placed Chu Wenwen on the bed beside him. Yan Mo turned to the jailer and said, "Ning Ai, go ask Dr. Zhu to come and make sure.
The injuries on the eldest lady’s body.”
"yes."
Looking at Ning Ai's retreating figure, Yan Mo turned around and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss, you have a good rest, I will leave first."
"Yan Mo." Chu Wenwen whispered softly.
"Yes." With his hands in front of him, Yan Mo replied calmly: "Do you have any other instructions, Miss?"