Southerners

Meng Huan's strength was so great that he almost crushed Song Zhi's jaw. He was in extreme pain and opened his eyes to look at Meng Huan. There were tears in his dark eyes, which looked moist and misty, and he was extremely sad.

Meng Huan was slightly suffocated for breathing, regretting to the extreme, and hating to the extreme at the same time, lowered his head, pressed very close, and his hot breath hit Song Zhi's face.

Meng Huan's voice was deep and hoarse, trembling slightly: "You are so cruel...won't you give up at all?"

Song Zhi stared blankly at him without speaking, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes and into her temples.

reluctant.

It was more than just reluctance, when he thought of leaving, it was as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out, bloody, so painful that he didn't even dare to think about it.

"Speak!" Meng Huan pinched his wrist angrily, causing Song Zhisheng pain.

"If I don't come back in time, are you going to follow Zhang Hui?"

"Are you planning to just leave like this and never see me again, are you?"

Song Zhi was caught by Meng Huan, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment, which was almost tantamount to acquiescing.

Meng Huan was about to crush Song Zhi's wrist bones, with a cold and mocking smile on his lips: "Very good, Song Zilan."

"You want to escape, don't you? From today on, you're in this room and you're not allowed to go anywhere."

"I will send someone to watch you twelve hours a day. You can try how to escape again."

The implication in those words was frightening, Song Zhi's arm was dislocated and her wrist was pinched in excruciating pain, but she didn't have the strength to argue with Meng Huan or refute him.

"I'm sorry." Song Zhi said, with a crying, hoarse voice.

"Sorry……"

"Say sorry now," Meng Huan stroked Song Zhi's temple hair and the side of his face very gently, almost lovingly, with obsessive softness in his eyes, but the words he uttered were cold, "It's too late."

How dangerous, he almost lost him.

"You will always take advantage of my trust and love for you to challenge my bottom line again and again."

Taking advantage of his absence, this person planned to leave without saying goodbye.

Did he ever think about what would happen to him after he just left?

How can a seemingly soft person be so cruel?

Meng Huan's hand caressed the side of Song Zhi's face, and finally landed on his chin. Lifting his hand, Meng Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Lips and tongue were entangled with each other, Meng Huan licked every corner of Song Zhi's mouth inch by inch, and kissed vigorously, Song Zhi was suffocated, and actually felt a little bit of desperate lips and teeth.

The fiery kiss fell on Song Zhi's neck along her chin. Song Zhi raised her head, and let out a low gasp between her lips.

It wasn't the first time they had sex, but it was Meng Huan's roughest time since the beginning.

Song Zhi frowned, and in this painful and joyous affair, she didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting. Instead of the pain, she felt another kind of secret happiness:

Fortunately, he is back.

The rough and eager entry brought tearing pain, it must be bleeding, he smelled blood, Song Zhi closed her eyes, hooked Meng Huan's neck to find his lips.

Their noses intertwined, and they were as close as the sweetest lovers in the world. Song Zhi couldn't stop crying because of the pain, but in the gap between kisses, she called Meng Meng over and over again in a tone that was almost recovered, panic and joy. Huan's name.

"Zhengnan..."

"Zhengnan..."

One after another, it is the most gentle whisper, like a sigh.

When Song Zhi woke up, it was already the next morning.

He moved his body and felt pain all over his body, but the medicine had already been applied to his back, and he opened his mouth and called, "Zhengnan..."

"Sir!" A servant girl agreed and walked in.

Song Zhi was slightly stunned, it wasn't Lian Er.

"Where's Lian Er?"

The servant girl shook her head and said, "This servant girl doesn't know, this servant girl is new here."

Song Zhi's heart sank little by little, like falling into an ice cellar.

Lian'er... gone?

Because he fled, Lian'er was angered... gone?

Meng Zhengnan...how could he be so cruel?

Song Zhi's eyes were slightly hot, her hands clutched the corner of the quilt, and her veins bulged.

"Where is the young master?" he asked.

The maid said: "The young master is in his room, looking at the doctor."

"To see a doctor?" Song Zhi was puzzled.

The maid nodded: "The young master is injured, and it's not serious. He bled a lot. Look at the maids serving in the young master's room, bringing out several basins of blood-red water."

"What?" Song Zhi was slightly taken aback, and quickly lifted the quilt to take a look.

Meng Huan was injured?Was it the injury he suffered while begging for thieves?Why didn't he find out yesterday?

"Wait, sir!" The maid hurriedly stopped Song Zhi and pushed him back under the quilt.

"The young master said, let the husband have a good rest in the room and don't go out."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, remembering that Meng Huan had said such a thing yesterday, telling him to stay in the house and not go out.

"Sir...don't make things difficult for us." The maid lowered her head and pleaded, "The young master said that if the sir goes out, everyone in our house will be punished."

Song Zhi looked up and found that there were not a whole room full of people. There were six maidservants inside and out, and there were guards at the door and windows, probably on duty.

Really... Treat him as a prisoner and watch him day and night.

Seeing the terrified look on the maidservant's face, Song Zhi knew without thinking that if he went out again, the whole house might suffer.

Song Zhi suddenly became weak, waved her hands, lay back on the bed again, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I understand. I won't go out."

Only then did the maid let out a sigh of relief, with joy on her face.

Song Zhi asked her, "What's your name?"

"My maidservant's name is Tao'er," said the maidservant.

Song Zhi nodded, turned over, faced the wall, and turned her back to Tao'er: "Go down, I'm going to rest."

In fact, there is nothing to rest. He has slept enough, but he feels tired and wants to be alone.

After a while, she didn't hear the sound of Tao'er leaving.

Song Zhi turned around with some doubts: "Is there anything else?"

Tao'er said timidly: "Sir, don't you need dinner? The young master ordered us to prepare it early in the morning."

Song Zhigang wanted to say no, but seeing Tao'er's expression, he knew that he probably had to eat it, so he nodded and said, "Bring it in."

Due to physical reasons, the meal was light. Song Zhi had no appetite, so she ate a few mouthfuls so that they could deal with work, then put down her chopsticks, and stared at the window in a daze.

It was the end of March, and the crabapple flowers outside the window had faded. Except for the scattered flowers on the branches, more residual petals were piled up on the ground. The leaves on the branches were lovely green, which made the residual flowers on the ground even more desolate.

Song Zhi looked at it, and thought with a wry smile, it should rain again at this time, the rain beats down the red, and it should be the scene.

Because seeing the residual flowers was disturbing, Song Zhi ordered someone to clean up all the residual petals under the crabapple tree.

When Meng Huan came, he saw the servant girls sweeping the flowers. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Zhi who was standing in front of the window. He didn't quite understand what this person was thinking, but how did Song Zhi'ai feel about these trivial matters? It doesn't matter what.

Seeing Meng Huan coming in, Tao'er and a group of servant girls bowed their knees and saluted him: "Master, all blessings."

Meng Huan nodded his chin and said, "You all go out."

The maids responded, and all backed out, closing the door behind them.

Only then did Meng Huan put his hands behind his back and walked towards Song Zhi.

"What's the matter, do you think falling flowers are not good-looking?"

Song Zhi glanced at him and said, "It's annoying to look at, and it's easy to feel emotional."

Meng Huan nodded: "Then clean it up."

Strolling to Song Zhi's side, Meng Huan wanted to reach out his hand to hug him, but was afraid that Song Zhi would not like it, so he hesitated a few times, but he still didn't reach out, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

As for what they were asking, the two of them knew it well.

Song Zhi said expressionlessly, "It's okay."

Speechless for a while.

Song Zhi's attitude was so cold that Meng Huan couldn't help but continue pestering him shamelessly. He knew Song Zhi was angry with him and was angry with him and put him under house arrest.

But he was also angry, his teeth itching with anger.

Song Zhi actually wanted to ask about Meng Huan's injury, but when she thought about what Meng Huan had done, she refused to speak first, and the first to speak would be the first to lose.

"Where's Lian'er?" Song Zhi asked after a long time.

Meng Huan didn't expect him to say this in one sentence, and he didn't understand why Song Zhi always cared about these insignificant people. He frowned slightly and said, "Is this very important?"

Song Zhi clenched her fists tightly, but unfortunately he couldn't beat Meng Huan, so she didn't speak.

Meng Huan saw that people looked sullen, and he was also flustered with depression, so he said angrily, "I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

Song Zhi's hand loosened slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief, but then became suspicious: "Really?"

Meng Huan was even more upset: "When did I change you?"

Song Zhi thought about it, so she paused and said, "I want Lian'er."

Meng Huan felt that a maid seemed to be more important than himself.

"No." He refused.

"I'm going to find Xiu Niang."

"No."

"Then I'm going to write a letter to Xiu Niang."

"No."

"Meng Zhengnan!" Song Zhi was anxious, "I was taken away by you in the street, what would Xiuniang think if she found out? How worried would she be if she couldn't find me?"

"Then when you planned to go to Yangzhou with Zhang Hui, did you ever think about how I would feel if I knew you were gone?"

Meng Huan's words made Song Zhi speechless, but he refused to give in, and said with a stiff neck, "The dignified General Meng...is there still a shortage of people around me? I, Song Zhi, are just one..."

Before Song Zhi finished speaking, Meng Huan suddenly pushed her down on the table.

Meng Huan looked at him condescendingly: "Can you say it again?"

Song Zhi stared at her eyes: "You are a dignified General Meng, and there will still be shortages around you..." Facing Meng Huan's cannibalistic gaze, Song Zhi's voice became smaller and weaker, and finally fell silent. .

Meng Huan strangled Song Zhi's neck with his right hand, and lowered his head, Song Zhi suddenly became nervous.

"You...don't mess around, I, I'm still injured, I..."

However, Meng Huan just kissed Song Zhi's forehead, then sighed and said in a low voice, "Song Zilan, you really have no conscience."

Since having Song Zhi, how has he ever met anyone else?

Song Zhi knew she was wrong, but she was a little unconvinced: there will always be others in the future, sooner or later, and I'm not wrong, there are still such women in the house.

Meng Huan pinched the back of Song Zhi's neck, didn't do anything else, let go of him, and stood up.

"Forget it, I will be mad at you if I care about you."

Song Zhi snorted, turned her head to stare at Meng Huan, held back for a long while, and hurried the man away: "Go out."

Meng Huan was angry: Are you still reasonable?Not a little courageous, but still driving people away?

Song Zhi continued: "Get out of this room immediately, I don't want to see you."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly, turned around and walked inside.

"Song Zilan!" Meng Huan quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Let go of me!" Song Zhi slammed away like an electric shock.

Meng Huan squeezed too hard yesterday, and it still hurts, but the dislocated arm was reattached by Meng Huan.

Song Zhi's violent reaction was unexpected by Meng Huan, he gritted his teeth, retracted his hand, and did not touch Song Zhi again.

"Don't play your temper," Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi's expression was cold: "I'm like this, if you don't like it, either drive me out now, or beat me to death."

It looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Meng Huan clenched his knuckles with a crackling sound, his chest heaved sharply a few times in anger, he turned around and slashed his palm on the table.

Immediately after hearing the sound of "squeak!" on the table, it was broken in two from the position where the palm knife fell, and fell wobbly.

Song Zhi was startled, and glanced at Meng Huan in a panic.

Look at it this way...Meng Huan was still very merciful to him, and he hasn't lost any limbs until now.

The words of driving people away were so frightened that they didn't dare to say it again.

Afraid of being beaten.

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