Chapter 8

Su Xingyu thought it was a maid and said, "thank you for the clothes. Please put them in..."

While talking, he turned around, but the second half of the sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat. She saw a man standing by the bathroom door, tall figure against the light, no expression on his beautiful face. The man was wearing a spotless shirt, and looked at her in such a neat way, holding the clothes on his hands: "where are they?"

She just had time to scream and stagger back. When she stumbled over something, she fell to the ground. The cold and smooth bathroom floor tile is full of water. If this fall is firm, the fracture is light! Instinctively, she wanted to keep her balance. In a panic, she grasped something. Then she tightened her waist and was taken into a firm embrace.

She found that what she had just grasped was Lu Shifeng's sleeve.

She was not shaken, but it was like touching the electricity to shake him off, the action was too big, and then fell back.

Lu Shifeng pulled her back, close to his arms, two feet, clean clothes scattered on the ground.

Su Xingyu's whole body is not covered with silk, and her body is tightly attached to his shirt and trousers. The cold and hard texture of the material makes her blush with shame and indignation. She can't help but scold in a low voice: "let me go!"

Lu Shifeng just looked at her: "can you stand firm?"

One of her legs was already injured. After the shock, he clearly saw that the wound was bleeding again.

Did not have time to close the shower scattered crystal clear mist, fell on two people. Lu Shifeng held her tightly, stretched out his long arm, turned off the shower effortlessly, and raised her chin with one hand: "I'm afraid to see you?"

crap!

She scolded the beast in her heart and pushed him hard again: "you let me go! Let go of me

He turned her hand behind her: "I don't like being disobeyed."

She was trembling with anger, and her bright and clean body was exposed to his sight without any shelter, which made all her blood rush to the forehead. Two years ago that nightmarish night came back, and she was about to cry: "you go out! Get out of here! Lu Shifeng, don't be like this. You... Will you go out? Don't treat me like this

He eyes color gradually deep, looking at the arms of the girl, did not speak.

In his arms, the thin body trembled, as if he had been greatly frightened. His heart was a little restless. Is he really so terrible“ You are my wife, "he said abruptly for a long time." people have already married me. What are you so reserved about? What's wrong with you that I haven't seen? "

"You are... Shameless!" She really cried, and there was a crystal mist in her eyes.

Even if she has married him, it doesn't mean that she is ready for a blind date with him. In fact, she didn't have time to think about it when she got the marriage certificate. She regretted it. Now she really regretted it. How could she have sent sheep into tiger's mouth so hastily? She shakes her head wildly. The scene of that night two years ago appears fragmentary. She should have known what a terrible devil he is. It's her... Stupid!

"I'm... I'm not going to get married," she said intermittently, choking. "We're... Divorced."

As soon as the words came to an end, she only felt that the wrist that he had buckled was tight, just like the bone would be pinched off. His dark eyes brewing storm, word by word like ice and snow Frost: "Su Xingyu, when I am Lu Shifeng, you want to knot, want to leave?"

She was frightened by him, speechless, tears in her eyes string to fall, only begging. She didn't want to experience the horror of that night any more. She was oppressed by him without dignity. She didn't know what would happen next second

Her tears finally moved him, or, in other words, never had a woman shed tears like this in front of him.

He remembered the night two years ago when she cried like this, saying, "don't... Please..." in many midnight dreams, he would think of her sad cry at that time.

In the bathroom, her faint body temperature and the fragrance of her hair were like an invisible string, which stirred his heart and made him want to hold her in his arms. But he still controlled himself and let her go a little bit: "a month."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

He explained coldly in his voice: "I'll give you a month to recuperate and adapt to your new identity. After a month, you don't want to run away. " He felt kind enough to give her such a long period of adjustment. Now that she has become his wife, it is natural for her to have children for him and do her duty as a wife. He's not interested in divorcing and remarrying. That's too much trouble.

With that, he left the bathroom.

Su Xingyu stared at his back, as if he had lost his last strength and sat down on the cold ground. She buried her head in her knees and began to cry. Every step was wrong, every step was wrong, and every mistake became eternal hatred.Ten minutes later, the maid sent another set of clean clothes.

The old maid had a kind smile on her face: "I'm sorry, young lady, because I don't know your size, and I don't know whether the clothes temporarily prepared fit or not. Tomorrow there will be a tailor who will come to tailor for you

Su Xingyu had already dried his tears. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see the trace of crying.

She wrapped her body in a white and soft bath towel and said in a soft voice, "no grievance." Although the clothes she sent have not been unfolded, the materials are much better than those she wore at Su's house. She took it and asked the maid, "by the way, didn't the housekeeper tell the maid to send clothes in long ago? Why did your young master just come in?"

If it wasn't, she wouldn't be on the alert, not even locking the door.

The maid looked at her with a smile: "the young master saw that I was too busy, so he gave me a hand. Young lady, the young master really loves you. He has never been involved in these things before. "

Serving people?

Su Xingyu is sad. How can he be called a servant just now? Obviously, he bullied people.

She reluctantly said to the maid, "well, go ahead and do something. I'll do it myself."

Seeing off the maid, she picked up the suit and unfolded it. It's a very beautiful skirt. At first glance, it's not impressive, but it's very appropriate. It's also comfortable and at home. The soft material pastes on the skin like a cloud. She changed it easily and stood in front of the floor mirror looking at herself. The girl in the mirror had delicate eyebrows, long hair and slightly scattered. She stood quietly, elegant and beautiful. It seemed that she was born with this expensive dress.

It's a real celebrity look.

She has never worn such good clothes since her mother died more than ten years ago.

Now, I feel a little sad.