Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

After not seeing each other for two years, Fang Hao became much more depressed.

His eyes were dim, the confidence that once graced them was gone, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

Tang Jiujiu stood in front of him. Although they were only one meter apart, it seemed as if there was a chasm between them. She didn't say anything, and Fang Hao just kept looking at her.

She turned and left.

"Tang Jiujiu." Fang Hao said, "It's been two years, and you still won't forgive me?"

Tang Jiujiu paused, "Forgive?"

She turned around, her eyes no longer filled with fear and caution, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang did nothing wrong, so why should I forgive him?"

His tone was calm, as if he really didn't care.

Fang Hao's heart seemed to be tugged at. He took a few steps towards her and held out his hand as if nothing had happened. On his wrist was the bright red string. "Do you still remember this?"

Tang Jiujiu frowned.

Ever since she came to this world to gain favorability, she knew that Fang Hao's most precious thing was the red rope on his hand.

Once, a criminal was accidentally touched during the arrest, and Fang Hao twisted the other person's wrist and broke it. If his colleagues had not stopped him, he would have cut off the other person's arm in the next second.

"do not remember."

Tang Jiujiu replied indifferently.

In fact, apart from knowing that Fang Hao's baby was this red rope, she really had no impression of anything else.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Fang Hao's eyes, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the red string. When he looked up again, his tone was gentle, "Would you like to give me five minutes? I want to tell you a story."

"I don't want to."

Is this some sadomasochistic love trick to set her up?

Tang Jiujiu directly refused and turned away.

"Wait a moment." Fang Hao grabbed Tang Jiujiu's wrist from behind and spoke in a louder voice, "Give me three minutes!"

Tang Jiujiu was very angry.

Why?

Has this bastard never experienced how painful it is to be forced?

"let me go."

Tang Jiujiu turned around, looked at him angrily, and stepped hard on the man's leather shoes.

Fang Hao groaned in pain.

Tang Jiujiu took the opportunity to shake off his hand, stepped back a few steps cautiously, and kept a safe distance from him. The shadow of being locked up at home by him came to her mind, her big eyes turned red instantly, and she pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.

Fang Hao panicked when he saw this.

Why did his little ancestor start crying after just a few words?

Is this going to kill him?

"Baby, I was wrong." Fang Hao realized that he had spoken a little too loudly just now. He quickly reflected on himself and chased after Tang Jiujiu to apologize. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I was just a little angry because I was afraid you wouldn't want me. Can you forgive me?"

Tang Jiujiu turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

"Wine, baby!"

Fang Hao spoke humbly, trying to ask for his forgiveness.

His tone was humble, a gesture he had never made before.

Tang Jiujiu thought he might really be crazy!

"A good dog doesn't block the road. Get out of my way." Tang Jiujiu was a little annoyed by his harassment. She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. The man leaned his head on her shoulder and rubbed it.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Tang Jiujiu still ignored him.

The two men confronted each other for ten minutes.

In desperation, Fang Hao picked her up and stuffed her into his car. No matter how Tang Jiujiu struggled, he stepped on the accelerator and left the underground garage.

......

The car stopped.

It is a private estate.

"Jiujiu, look, this is the manor I built especially for you. It's filled with your favorite roses and peonies."

Tang Jiujiu looked at the man beside her in shock.

It's over. Fang Hao will definitely lock her up again, not allowing her to see anyone, and then torture her in various ways to force her to compromise.

"No, I won't go in."

When Fang Hao carried her out of the car, she was still struggling.

"Be good, don't make trouble."

Fang Hao controlled her body, locking her tightly in his arms, and used his other hand to hold her head to prevent her from moving.

Tang Jiujiu refused to compromise and pushed him away with all her strength. The knuckles of her fingers that were clasping Fang Hao's arm turned white from the exertion, which was in stark contrast to her red eyes.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Let me go. I don't want to be your canary."

Fang Hao paused for a moment while holding her hand, a hint of helplessness flashing across his gloomy eyes.

"Don't worry, I just want to talk to you and I'll take you back later."

"Then I won't go in either." Tang Jiujiu almost shed tears.

In the past, she always followed Fang Hao's wishes, fearing that she would upset him. However, she ignored the fact that the man's paranoid character would not compromise because of her compromise.

This manor was probably built specifically to imprison her. Just like he said at the beginning, she could only live in the world he gave her.

Thinking of this, she struggled even harder.

Fang Hao had no choice but to carry her to the second-floor bedroom and put her on the sofa. He then took out his phone and handed it to her, "If you're worried, you can call your best friend right now. If that doesn't work, you can also call the police."

Tang Jiujiu looked at him in a daze.

What do you mean?

Let him call the police?

What kind of new form of imprisonment is this?

Tang Jiujiu couldn't think of any other reason except this one.

“Okay!” She picked up the phone. “Either let me go, or I’m calling the police right now.”

"Tang Jiujiu."

Fang Hao took a deep breath, looked at Tang Jiujiu's red eyes, and shouted in his heart, "I'm almost calling you little ancestor, how can you still be so noisy? I haven't seen you for two years, and your temper has worsened."

What can he do?

Pamper me!

"Okay, stop being so mad, okay?"

"How did I get angry?" Tang Jiujiu accused him, "You were the one who forced me to come here. Fang Hao, ask yourself, are you planning to do anything to me?"

Fang Hao frowned.

But soon, seeing Tang Jiu's drunken appearance, he suddenly laughed, "Is your head full of dirty trash? Do you think I brought you here to sleep with you?"

"I...you're the one with a head full of dirty shit!"

Tang Jiujiu's face turned red.

She turned her head away from him.

Fang Hao knelt on one knee on the sofa, leaned closer, and watched her face getting redder and redder. His smile deepened. "Then why are you blushing? Jiujiu, I really want to knock your head open and see. Is it true that in your mind, I only want to sleep with you?"

Tang Jiujiu was stunned.

See it.

Fang Hao really wanted to dissect her, he even admitted that he was going to crack his head open.

"Fang Hao, you pervert, what else can you do besides sleeping with me? I must have been blind to agree to marry you. I'm telling you, I regret it now. I want to divorce you!!!"

Tang Jiujiu cursed out loud and immediately felt much better.

However, the next second, she saw Fang Hao's expression wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. He leaned against the sofa on the other side, holding his head, looking extremely painful...