After the divorce: The president can no longer control the young mistress

Chapter 247 He picked her up and lost control of his emotions: Where did you hurt?

However, no one answered the phone.

But the more so, the more Fu Huaijin couldn't calm down.

Now that he clearly knows Lu Shaoyan's dedication to Sheng Chaomu, the more jealous he is, the feeling like claws scratching his heart tortures him to pieces.

After smoking a cigarette, Fu Huaijin threw the car keys to the guard and asked the guard to drive his car in, while he walked in by himself.

Tonight, the cold current crossed the border, and a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, lifting his thin black coat, and his heart shivered from the cold.

Fu Huaijin came to the downstairs of the villa, looked up at the window sill of the master bedroom upstairs for a while.

It was pitch black, not even a glimmer of light.

Fu Huaijin frowned, An Nan who saw him coming back walked up to him, "Master."

Fu Huaijin looked away, looked at An Nan, and asked expressionlessly, "It's only seven o'clock in the evening, and she fell asleep?"

An Nan said: "When I delivered dinner to Miss Sheng in the evening, she was lying on the bed at that time."

Fu Huaijin pursed her thin lips, "She still didn't eat a bite?"

An Nan hummed, and added: "To be exact, she neither ate nor drank this day."

Fu Huaijin took off his coat, his complexion turned extremely ugly.

He pinched his waist with one hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows with the other. After trying to calm down, he said, "Got it, go down."

Fu Huaijin dropped these words and went upstairs.

He opened the door of the bedroom with the key, and was surprised by the coldness coming from the pavement of the room.

He subconsciously turned on the light in the bedroom, and his eyes fell on the big bed immediately.

There were traces of a woman lying on the bed, but there was no sign of a woman.

Fu Huaijin's handsome face was extremely gloomy, and she went to the bathroom immediately, but there was no one in the bathroom.

The unexplained panic made his whole breathing heavy. Under his seemingly calm appearance, the nerves in his whole body were stretched to the extreme.

It wasn't until the sound of something heavy falling to the ground came from the cloakroom that his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He stepped into the cloakroom in a few steps, and then saw the woman crouching cross-legged in the innermost part of the closet holding a razor in her hand, the blood on the blade was spilling out from between her fingers, and dripping down her entire palm , and she looked at him with obvious astonishment.

Without any hesitation, Fu Huaijin snatched the razor from her hand, and after getting the woman out of the cloakroom, threw her on the single sofa in the cloakroom.

He knelt on one knee on the edge of the sofa, pinched the woman's chin with his long fingers, his phoenix eyes were scarlet as if they were about to overflow with blood, it was frighteningly red.

His voice trembled after restraint, "Where is the injury?"

Sheng Chaomu looked at him with a little emptiness in his eyes:

"I didn't intend to hurt myself, it was...the floor-to-ceiling mirror suddenly fell and I was shocked, and then you broke in suddenly, so I accidentally cut my hand..."

Fu Huaijin waited for her to finish speaking, suppressing his anger, but even so, his voice was still a little uncontrollably excited:
"What the hell are you doing with a razor?"

"I saw that this razor was a birthday present I gave you when you were 20 years old. I was curious why it was kept so new by you. I wanted to see if it was sharp..."

The corners of Fu Huaijin's lips pressed down and pressed down hard, her voice was impersonal because of her indifference:

"So have you tried it out now? Is it sharp?"

Sheng Chaomu nodded, and said very objectively: "It's quite sharp, and it hurts to cut the skin."

Fu Huaijin's throat twitched violently.

After several times of swiping, he lowered his head, the slightly longer black hair covered the sight in front of him, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face.

Sheng Chaomu didn't care what his expression would be, but just asked a question that he cared about the most:
"Fu Huaijin, how long do you plan to imprison me, and when will I be free again?"

Fu Huaijin raised her head, and her phoenix eyes looked into hers for a moment.

There was an indescribably complex pain hidden in his eyes:

"Amu, is it true that we can't go back to the past? I really make it hard for you to accept, and make you so miserable?"

Sheng Zhaomu didn't speak, but his eyes fell on his feet that were only wearing socks.

White socks, stained red with blood.

Oh, and he stepped on a shard of broken glass from the floor-standing mirror, so the bottom of his foot hurt.

At this moment, she pointed to his feet and said, "You are injured."

Fu Huaijin seemed not to have heard her words, "Answer my question."

Sheng Chaomu's scalp was numb from his oppressive gaze, she didn't know if she could tell the truth, and if he told the truth, would he be even more crazy towards her.

But if she didn't tell the truth, she didn't know what to say to calm down the man in front of her.

Obviously, the previous set of false and snake committees was useless to this man.

"I...I don't know."

After a while, she opened her mouth.

Fu Huaijin pinched her chin, looking at her with her phoenix eyes, "Why are you hiding in the wardrobe?"

Sheng Zhaomu looked into his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of being locked in an empty room alone. It makes me feel suffocated. It's... safe in the wardrobe. I feel at ease."

Fu Huaijin's throat rolled again, and he stood up after a long silence.

(End of this chapter)