Chapter 1

"Squeak --" with a crack opened by the door of the room, the dazzling light came in, injecting a trace of light into the dark and cold room.

Song Yarong's eyes closed for a long time were slightly opened because of the glare. Her hands and feet were tied to the four pillars of the bed by a rope. As long as she moved a little, her wrists and wrists would be strangled with blood.

Her empty eyes finally fixed on the woman's pair of lacquered red high-heeled shoes, and then looked up, it was the gentle and considerate face, and the upward radian of the corner of her mouth.

Song Yarong's eyes lit up, as if in the dark to find the only hope, "manrou, you finally come to save me! Help me untie the rope quickly. I don't know why Han Jun tied me here... I feel very sick now. "

The night before yesterday, her husband Shen Hanjun called and said that he would come to the hotel for a date. On their first wedding anniversary, this is the first time that they have dated alone, or in such an ambiguous place.

People don't believe it. After a year of marriage, they haven't done that kind of intimate thing

Indeed, it took a while for her to adapt to the role of husband and wife from 19 years of childhood. She knew that, so she didn't force it until the day before yesterday when Shen Hanjun finally asked to do it in the hotel

It's just, She didn't expect that as soon as she stepped into the room, she was knocked unconscious and her hands and feet were tied together when she woke up.

"Why are you tied here?" Su manrou's smile at the corner of his mouth turns into a sneer song Yarong has never seen before. It's like a cold-blooded snake. It's creepy.

She went to the bedside and looked down at Song Yarong's embarrassed appearance, scorning and sneering, "Yarong, I'll tell you why Han Jun tied you here, because..."

Su manrou's fingers on her smooth white face slide to her heart, "because we want your heart."

Before the words fall, song Yarong's eyes are incredibly big, full of fear and dullness.

"What... What?" Her voice was hoarse and terrible.

Su manrou likes her reaction very much. She smiles and then gently holds her hand in the position of her lower abdomen. "I'm pregnant. The child belongs to your husband. It's been three months, but unfortunately, I've been diagnosed with heart disease. At present, I only find your matching heart."

As soon as the words changed, she pretended to look at Song Yarong hesitantly, "do you think Han Jun wants you or me?"

A woman's words are like a piercing wind and snow. It's like putting song Yarong in the ice. She clenches her slender fingers and pokes her palms.

Her best friend, Su manrou, is pregnant. The child belongs to her husband, who has been married for one year.

Su manrou robbed Shen Hanjun. Now she wants her heart again!

"Su manrou, you have to die!"

She was like a crazy trapped animal with scarlet in her eyes. She was blinded and humiliated. She wanted to tear up the woman in front of her.

Su manrou gives a sneer, slaps her in the face, and song Yarong's lips overflow with blood, panting weakly.

"You have to die... You have to die!"

At this moment, a tall and cold figure appears at the door. Su manrou's hand suddenly stops. The next second, she suddenly falls to the ground. The posture is like that of song Yarong.

"Manrou, are you ok?" Shen Hanjun's face tightened. He strode forward and took her into his arms. He examined her carefully. His posture was like holding valuable jewels for fear of bumping.

"Ha ha ha..."

Song Yarong felt the blood of her whole body rush to the top of her head in an instant. Her chest heaved violently and tried her best to restrain her tears. However, the tears just fell into a river as if they were against her.