Mommy doesn't like seeing Daddy

Cen Mao was completely panicked.

　To say that the women he has tortured over the years cannot be counted on ten fingers.

　But it was impossible for Cen Mao to forget the woman he hurt six years ago.

　Because it was that woman who turned him into a crippled man.

　"Be honest." Ye Xiu roared.

　Ye Xiu, who is usually lively and humorous, now has a fierce look, which makes people feel that he is not alone at all.

　"Brother, to be honest, I have played with many women these years, so I really don't remember who you are talking about."

　Cen Mao pretended to be confused.

　From the beginning to the end, Cen An sat on the chair without any abnormality.

　At this moment, he raised his eyes and gave Ye Xiu a look.

　Ye Xiu said to the bodyguard next to him, "Bring the knife over here."

　Upon hearing this, Cen Mao hurriedly knelt down to Cen An for an interview and begged, "Brother, why don't you give me some hints, I really can't remember."

　Cen An stretched his neck and said coldly, "Take a knife and slash at him until he remembers."

　Hearing this, Cen Mao was completely convinced of who the woman Cen An was talking about.

　The more this happened, the less he dared to admit it.

　He knew in his heart that if Cen An came here for that woman, then he would die without a place to die.

　It's just that he was pondering why in his heart.

　That woman had been dead for so long, and besides, she shouldn't have had anything to do with Cen An at that time.

　Otherwise, Liu Qinglian would not have sent her to curry favor with him.

　"Ah..." Cen Mao felt pain in his leg before he could react.

　When the sharp knife went down, he could feel the pain of the skin splitting on both sides.

　He hurriedly shouted: "Brother, please let me go, I don't know which woman I play with has something to do with you."

　"If I knew, I wouldn't dare if you gave me a hundred courage."

　There were already big beads of sweat rolling down Cen Mao's face.

　He endured the pain and begged, but it seemed that Cen An was not willing to listen to him.

　The incision had moved up the leg to the base of the thigh.

　The heart-piercing pain reminded him of the exhilarating feeling when he scratched Jinhe.

　There was also a burning pain on his back, which made Cen Mao so painful that he had no strength to cry out.

　Finally, when he made another slash, Cen Mao shouted, "I said, I said..."

　After finishing speaking, the bodyguard stopped what he was doing.

　Although the pain didn't increase any more, the pain of the cut skin didn't decrease at all.

　"I also scratched a woman's skin like this." Cen Maoyue said in a lower voice.

　"But she was the one who hurt me first, and it was she who caused me to become the man and woman I am today."

　Cen Mao's explanation behind him was very loud, as if he was also a victim.

　He had been thinking about whether to say it just now, but if he didn't, he thought that might be the case tonight.

　Cen An's ruthlessness, he had seen it before when he was very young.

　At that time, several children next door laughed at Cen An's mother as a mentally handicapped child.

　He beat those children with his small fists all the time, and they always ran away from him when they encountered him on the road.

　Maybe, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, after all, people have been dead for so long.

　"I want to hear the specifics." Cen An put down his crossed legs.

　Obviously, what Cen Mao said later was what he wanted to hear.

　Cen Mao intermittently described what happened that night.

　It's just that when describing Duo Jinhe, it's all in one sentence.

　More emphasis was placed on the fact that he was also a victim.