A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 487 Don’t Force Me Anymore

Outside the door, Ji Wuwei was beaten and bruised. He tried to bang his body against the door several times, but was stopped every time.

"Ji Wuwei, you'd better confess the truth. Who did you sell the painting that Third Master took away?" Lu Zeng's voice was a little cold, and he pretended not to see the two men being brutally attacked.

"What a bunch of bullshit calligraphy and painting! It's just an excuse for you to kill people! If you have the guts, beat me to death today. Otherwise, I won't let any of you go!"

Don’t forget who his mother is and who his grandfather is!

"Hey, he's still being stubborn? Beat him up, and if he's killed here, just bury him in the back hills. Who are you afraid of finding out?"

After another round of beating and kicking, Wancheng turned and walked away. This matter had nothing to do with him, and he would not care if the boss came to punish him.

Suo He couldn't bear to watch it anymore and said:

"Avoid vital parts!"

Even the Third Master would not be able to explain himself if he was beaten to death. This beating was just to vent his anger.

What calligraphy or not? That's just something I said casually.

"Don't blame us for being ruthless, Ji Wuwei. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Third Master didn't do it because you are his nephew. But we work for Third Master, so we have to avenge him. Besides, everyone here today is your uncle, and it is natural for the elders to teach the younger ones!"

Suo He spoke at the right time, what he meant was that every wrong has its perpetrator, and it was useless to blame anyone else for this matter. You could only blame yourself for coveting the Third Master's things.

Is that yours?

How dare this kid, who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, snatch a woman from the Third Master?

How funny!

Zhuang Zhoucheng has been holding back from making a move because he wants to see what tricks you, a young boy, can come up with. Do you really think your uncle is incompetent?

A beating is the least of your worries. If it were someone else, you would lose your life but not your body.

Outside, Ji Wuwei was being beaten so hard that he kept screaming in pain, and inside, Huo Yan was crying so hard that she couldn't stop. No matter how she begged for mercy, it was of no use.

Huo Yan fainted, and Zhuang Zhoucheng dealt with the matter hastily this time and let her go temporarily.

The night is as cool as water, and the noisy night gradually quiets down.

Zhuang Zhoucheng slid off the bed and sat on a chair, puffing out a cigarette. The thick smoke was filled with dejection and helplessness that did not belong to this man.

His eyes were fixed on the woman on the bed who was being tortured by him to the point of being utterly miserable.

My heart aches, my depressed mood is torturing my nerves, and chaotic thoughts are flooding in. I am shaking off cigarette ashes like a poor homeless man.

It was still dark when Huo Yan woke up. He slowly opened his eyes and after adapting to the bright light in the room, the pain in his body began to resurface little by little.

Every time she moved, she felt such a sharp pain that she wanted to bang her head against the wall to get rid of it.

His voice was hoarse, and the bruises on his arms were very obvious.

In a blink of an eye, she saw the man slowly standing up like a devil. When he approached, she grabbed the quilt and crawled out, still thinking about running away.

"No, no, please..."

Lying on the bed crying, her ankles were firmly grasped by Zhuang Zhoucheng, and Huo Yan held the bed with both hands to resist him.

She turned around, tears streaming down her face, her tear-soaked hair stuck to her face, her eyes full of pleading and despair.

"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng exerted force and pulled the person back.

"Is that enough?"

The hot air sprayed all over her head and face, and he opened his mouth to suck her earlobe.

The torture continues.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng finally carried the person into the bathroom to take a shower, he fell directly to the ground.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took the shower and rinsed his body, his eyes fixed on her.

Huo Yan lay on the cold ground, and the warm water that fell from Zhuang Zhoucheng's body dripped onto her.

Huo Yan lay in the water with his head buried, crying loudly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng half-knelt in front of her, pinched her chin and cast a cold gaze on her face.

"How many times have I told you not to run around? You just love to play and are so naughty. How can I let you go out again in the future?"

His rough thumb rubbed gently on her chin, feeling the intoxicating touch of her smooth skin.

"Admit your mistake!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at Huo Yan's fearful eyes and bit out the word "cold" from between his teeth.

Huo Yan looked at him without saying a word.

Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and her red cheeks revealed an allure that made her want to commit a crime.

Zhuang Zhoucheng bit her lips hard to punish her for her disobedience.

"Admit your mistake, dear."

Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed her wet hair, and a low, hoarse voice floated out of his throat.

Huo Yan pushed him away and turned her head away. Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed the back of her head with his big hand, his eyes gradually became angry, and he bit her shoulder with his big mouth.

"what--"

Huo Yan couldn't help but shiver in pain, as if his flesh and blood were being torn apart, and his body was convulsing in pain.

"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."

I pushed his face, but he didn't let go and it only hurt more. The piercing pain swept through my body again.

"If I embarrass you, you can kill me. Please don't torture me like this..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng loosened his teeth, and a row of blood marks appeared, which looked extremely glaring on his fair and tender skin. Blood beads slowly rolled out, rolled down his white shoulders, and dissolved in the water.

"Torture?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her legs, and Huo Yan's pupils dilated several times again:

"Beast..."

day,

Bright.

Huo Yan could actually hear the clear chirping of birds outside and moved his fingers.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked over quickly and stood at the head of the bed.

When Huo Yan opened his eyes and saw the man, he gasped, turned over, and faced away from him, his eyes wet.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said coldly:

"When you wake up, get up and go home to sleep again."

Huo Yan didn't move, lying there like a piece of wood, and couldn't suppress his sobs softly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned over and directly pulled the man up:

"You woke up crying? Feeling wronged?"

Huo Yan turned away, and Zhuang Zhoucheng took the clothes and put them on her.

"Go back and be obedient, ok?"

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng and said coldly:

"why treat me like this?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her with such pitiful eyes that it made people feel distressed. He kissed her eyes and pulled her out.

"I won't leave, I won't go back!"

Huo Yan grabbed the person with his backhand, but the next moment the person was dragged away, and Huo Yan staggered out.

"I won't leave, I won't leave. Zhuang Zhoucheng, you've already taken enough revenge, why can't you let me go? I won't leave. I don't want to go back with you..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng dragged the person and opened the door. Huo Yan shook Zhuang Zhoucheng off with all her might, hugged the door frame with both hands, and cried hoarsely:

"I don't want to go back. I don't want to go with you! You've already vented your anger, and I've paid back what I owe you. Why are you still refusing to let me go? Zhuang Zhoucheng, can you please have some pity on me and stop forcing me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It seems that you've let me go out to play, but you've really had too much fun. Be obedient and go home. I came to pick you up personally, but you still won't leave?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suppressed her crying indifferently. Unable to pull her away, he simply picked her up sideways.

Huo Yan pushed and hit Zhuang Zhoucheng, and Zhuang Zhoucheng's legs felt weak.

Even if a man is full of energy and vitality, the result of excessive indulgence is the same.

Huo Yan grabbed Zhuang Zhoucheng's clothes and scratched his face.

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately cast a cold gaze on her face, and Huo Yan shrank back in fear.

After a moment of calm, she still pushed him hard, struggling to slide off him like a dehydrated fish.

He wanted to run, but after less than three steps, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees.

The nerves were all stretched and tensed, and the pain was distinct.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stepped forward, stopped in front of her, and extended his big palm to her.

Huo Yan looked up at him and got up from the ground.

I overestimated myself. When I stood up, my legs were shaking and I couldn't support myself. My body tilted and I leaned against the wall.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's towering figure approached, and Huo Yan subconsciously reached out to push him away, but Zhuang Zhoucheng took advantage of the situation to grab her hand, pulled her into his arms with brute force, held her waist tightly, and strode down the stairs while half-lifting her.

Huo Yan could hardly keep up. His stumbling steps did not even allow him to change pace. His steps were weak and he was almost being carried by Zhuang Zhoucheng.

"Master, it's ready."

There was still a crowd of people standing downstairs, including Lu Zeng and others.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't react at all and walked out directly with Huo Yan in his hand.

Huo Yan was being carried like this, and she looked back at the people inside in a panic. She was looking for Ji Wuwei, but before she could take a closer look, the person had been taken out.

Her pretty face was flushed and charming after love affairs. One could tell at a glance that she looked like someone who had been deeply loved.

Lu Zeng raised his eyes and met Huo Yan's last gaze, knowing exactly who she was looking for.

But you're smart not to mention that person's name at this time.