President, please spoil me!

【I like you……】

Do you really like it?

How much can you like it?

Like it enough to be willing to bear the pain he gave?

It seems that this can prove something, so the aggrieved eyes and crying and screaming due to pain not only failed to arouse his pity, but aroused more ferocious, even cruel and destructive treatment.

Only by making her hurt more and cry harder can she give him a little sense of comfort.

So it's probably true... I like the feeling of pain.

Whether it is her pain, or himself.

Slightly distorted, even revealing a hidden deformity.

…………

Although Huo Sicheng only wanted her once, Xing Hua still suffered a lot.

At the beginning, it was half pain and half joy, but after a long time, the joy gradually disappeared, leaving only numb nerves and burning pain.

During this process, they didn't have any more conversations, only the crying and low screaming that the woman couldn't bear no matter how much she could bear, and the man's low and heavy panting intermittently.

When he finally finished, Xing Hua's consciousness was finally completely blacked out amidst the scorching heat.

After the ultimate comfort was over, the bedroom was quiet for a long time before Huo Sicheng leaned over and pinched her chin with his fingers to straighten her face. The flushed face was wet, and the black hair was covered with Tears were still sticking to the wetness of sweat, and she looked miserable, her eyelashes were stained with water, her eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing was still unsteady.

Her skin is fair, and every inch of her body is white and tender. The hickey marks and bruises left last night have not faded away. The love last night was just love, and tonight was obviously tortured with malicious intent. .

Not a single piece of skin was left intact.

It was miserable being bullied.

Huo Sicheng looked down at the result he had created with his own hands, his eyes darkened, and his heart felt a little suffocated. After a while, he got up and looked at the messy bed, carried her into the bathroom and simply showered her body. , Changed another quilt before putting her back on the soft quilt.

It took a few minutes to find the ointment that was lost because they rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed and from the left to the right of the bed. Fortunately, it fell on the carpet and was not squeezed out.

Milky white ointment body, cool and refreshing.

Patiently used up the whole tube of ointment, it was barely enough to apply to most of the body.

In the end, he raised the temperature in the room and aired her body to prevent the ointment from rubbing onto the quilt. After waiting for about 10 minutes, he felt that it was almost absorbed, and pulled the quilt over her head to cover her up. .

He only had a bath towel around his waist. The man stood by for a while after finishing all this. He frowned, and wanted to smoke a cigarette when he was agitated. After touching it, he remembered that this was the master bedroom. He usually seldom Come, naturally there will be no cigarettes and lighters he asked for.

It was still early, he tucked the quilt for the woman on the bed, and turned off the chandelier on the ceiling, leaving only a small wall lamp, emitting a soft and quiet light.

After a moment of silence, he lifted his foot and went out.

…………

in the study.

The silver suitcase was still spread out on the ground, the small white medicine bottle was casually placed on the notebook, and behind it was the big sketchbook with a black cover.

Huo Sicheng had no warmth or expression on his stern face. He skillfully lit a cigarette, held it between his thin lips, and squinted his eyes to stare at the medicine bottle in the bluish-white mist.

After exhaling a few smoke rings, he finally picked up the mobile phone beside him and made a call.

After a while, the phone was connected, and the voice from the other end was a man's low, lazy and playful voice, "Yo, Mr. Huo actually took the initiative to find me, what's wrong with my cheap sister?"

Huo Sicheng narrowed his eyes, lightly flicked the ash into the ashtray with his fingers, and said casually, "Did she tell your cheap brother before she lost her memory that she wanted to divorce me?"

There was a brief silence of five seconds before Xing Shen smiled softly, "She really mentioned divorce to you?"

Xing Hua said that he had said it before, but since Huo Sicheng had been fooling her a lot after she lost her memory, he was half-believing, not to mention that it was indeed a... very bad signal.

"Correct."

"The morning she had a car accident, was it really after she filed for divorce with you?"

"Ah."

Xing Shen didn't speak for a while.

After Huo Sicheng took a few puffs of cigarettes in a row, the other end regained his emotions and asked with a half-smile, "Then why did Mr. Huo call me today?"

Huo Sicheng said sarcastically, "She's going to divorce me, how could you not know."

"Mr. Huo, how long have you known her? What she decides is not going her own way. She wants to discuss everything with me. You two don't have to take such detours."

Huo Sicheng squeezed the half-lit cigarette, and said indifferently and calmly, "I don't know if she discusses everything with you, but I do know that she may have discussed with you in advance before going to bed with me. In what position?"

Xing Shen, "..."

Xing Shen felt a headache after a long absence, and said with a smile, "Mr. Huo, I know you've always been very jealous, but can you stop blaming me for what she lacks?"

"If she wants to divorce, she will have to hand over to you. It is impossible for you to know nothing about it."

Xing Shen said lightly, "If she doesn't have amnesia and has already decided to divorce, she just needs to go through a procedure with me. I was abroad at that time, and she might plan to wait for me to come back and do it directly without telling me in advance. It's normal, Mr. Huo, my sister will only bother me when she needs my help, and she doesn't answer at other times. "

"So," Huo Sicheng closed his eyes, put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray, and said flatly, "You don't know why she suddenly proposed divorce."

Xing Shen smiled softly, "It seems that Mr. Huo himself doesn't know about this issue."

Huo Sicheng didn't speak for a while.

After a while, he asked very lightly, "Does she have depression?"

Xing Shen was not surprised by his question, "Are you asking about before or now?"

"Before."

"I don't know," Xing Shen smiled softly, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Although I don't know if you and her share the same bed every night, how can she say that she is with you every day? Under your nose, shouldn't you know better than me whether you have depression or not... However, I can probably guess that Mr. Huo doesn't allow himself to pay too much attention to her. "

Huo Sicheng didn't say a word, he took another cigarette between his lips, pressed the lighter with the other hand, and lit it, "You lured me to follow, didn't you just want me to know that she has depression? Now you don't know gone?"