Xiao Sha Desolate

Qinggang is one of the largest cities in the north.Like Hong Kong, it enjoys a high degree of autonomy. Like Hong Kong, it is prosperous and luxurious, rich and luxurious. Like Hong Kong, there are gangsters here.

Qinghua Hotel is located in the bustling area of ​​Qinggang city center, every floor is staged a carefully prepared intrigue.Businessmen and high-ranking officials are bustling with each other, all for profit.

And on its most luxurious and spacious 21st floor, an extremely important business dinner is being held.Numerous crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire hall as bright as day, reflecting unchanging greed.The people in the hall were well dressed, in twos and threes, and had a good conversation.Accompanied by the melodious sound of the violin, it is peaceful and peaceful.

Then it all stopped without warning, and all eyes were on the door.People leaned slightly at the same time, and said respectfully: "Xu Dong, Mr. Mo." Two people walked in from the door, one was Xu Zhaocheng, the host of the banquet.Ordinary Humanity is the chairman of the Xu Group, and he has done well in the real estate and catering industries.People on the Tao know that a century-old underworld family has a reputation as an arms family in Southeast Asia.Real estate and catering are just for fun and money laundering by the way.

And that young master Qianmo is the younger brother Xu Zhaocheng met in the orphanage many years ago.In the eyes of outsiders, Xu Zhaocheng loved and relied heavily on this younger brother.Xu Qianmo has always behaved elegantly and acted cautiously.Xu Zhaocheng has no wife and no children, and it is widely rumored that Xu Qianmo will be Xu Zhaocheng's heir.Xu Zhaocheng, the person involved, never responded to this speculation, and Xu Qianmo only smiled bitterly when he heard it.

Xu Zhaocheng took Xu Qianmo's hand and walked forward quickly.They were wearing the same expensive suit, and their two fair and handsome faces shone brightly under the light.They smile gracefully in response to people's gazes.

Xu Zhaocheng took his seat, and the banquet officially began.Qian Mo sat down beside him, and the superficial peace was restored in the hall.

Many people came to Qianmo to toast one after another, with smiles on their faces, it was such an obvious fawning.Qian Mo smiled decently, and drank glass after glass of rose-colored red wine.The bitterness in my heart has long spread.No one knew how much pain he endured to maintain a happy expression.At this moment, the pain in his stomach was overwhelming, and the wine he swallowed was burning like fire, stirring up all his internal organs to shatter.No one knew that he was struggling with injuries all over his body, and had just woken up after passing out from the pain before he came.But he couldn't refuse, couldn't be rude, and drank their toast one by one.Regardless of how the master punished him, his self-esteem and pride would not allow him to lose his composure in public.But do I have the qualifications to be proud of myself now?Everyone thought that he was Xu Zhaocheng's favorite younger brother, and everyone respected him. If they knew that Xu Qianmo was just Xu Zhaocheng's slave...he dared not think.But there is no need to worry, because his master will not let others know.Otherwise, for many years, why bother to play the drama of the brothers and sisters.Enjoy the scenery in front of the people, but who knows the desolation behind the people.

Even acting, Qian Mo likes it, the master will hold his hand and call him gently, Xiao Mo.Although after returning home, the master will teach him a lesson because of his disgust, he still likes it, and pretends to care a little bit.

The severe pain in the stomach caused the injuries on the body to scream, and Qian Mo's eyes began to turn black.He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would pass out or vomit all over the floor.Inadvertently knocked down the wine glass, and the red wine spilled all over his hand.He stood up and bowed slightly, "Sorry, excuse me."

Gracefully walked into the bathroom, and then vomited in a daze.

His pale face was contorted with pain, and his brows were furrowed.He pressed his stomach tightly, spit out the wine he drank, spit out the gastric juice, and then retched and couldn't spit out anything.The pain eased a little, Qianmo sat on the ground against the wall, too weak to move.Anyway, no one here, no one saw his fragility.When I go back, I have to drink and socialize again, and I have to sit next to the master, which is really uncomfortable.The more Qian Mo thought about it, the sadder she became, and finally she buried her head in her knees and cried like a child.However, even if we cry, it is silent, not even a slight sensation, consistent forbearance and restraint.

Qian Mo knocked over the wine glass and left the table, how could Zhao Cheng fail to see that he did it on purpose.So he also got up, said excuse me, and hurried to the bathroom.He knew that Qian Mo would not be so rude if she didn't feel really bad.Alas, he has injuries and his stomach is empty, so it is really hard for him to let him drink.Zhaocheng asks the waiter for a cup of hot water, and prepares to give it to Qianmo.

When he opened the bathroom door, what he saw was Qianmo sitting on the ground and crying.It turned out that I was worrying too much, and worried that you would feel uncomfortable, but you hid here and cried.What right do you have to escape, what right do you have to cry?He has always hated tears, and the people of Xu Zhaocheng never allow him to be weak.Apart from the anger, I vaguely felt a strange, unbearable feeling, as if the person in front of me was made to cry by him.However, the only bit of pity has disappeared.

Zhaocheng raised his hand and shattered the cup, shattering the crystals all over the place.Qian Mo's heart also shattered with that crisp sound, and the pieces scattered.I knew I couldn't hide it from the master, but I thought the master would at least go home and teach me a lesson.It turned out that the master really hated himself so much that he wouldn't even give him a little more love for acting.Qian Mo didn't move, still buried her head in her knees, silent.He didn't want to look up for his master to see his tears, the fragility he hid from anyone.Besides, it's the same whether you admit your mistake or not.

Zhao Cheng raised his foot and kicked Qian Mo hard, without saying anything.The shallow silence angered him even more.The pain that had just been relieved was severe again, Qian Mo bit the tip of his tongue, afraid of being seen, he couldn't even bite his lip.Tears evaporated in the kicking. "Cough, cough, I beg the master to punish me severely after returning home, Qian Mo is afraid that I won't be able to hold on." After an unknown number of feet, Qian Mo pleaded panting.The owner spared no effort to kick hard, and if he continued, he might not be able to get out of this bathroom.Zhao Cheng stopped and looked down at Qian Mo who was trembling on the ground.When he said he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on, he panicked for no reason, as if he was afraid of any possibility.However, the words that came out were indifferent. "Hmph, go back and deal with you, stand up for me." There was no warmth in the voice, as if he had never cared about this child.Qian Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled several times before barely standing up.The master actually walked up to him and started to arrange his messy clothes due to kicking and beating. "Okay, Xiao Mo, stop making trouble, let's go out." The voice was gentle, as if this person had always been on his heart.Looking up, he saw the coldness in the master's eyes, and he understood that the master was just reminding himself not to forget to perform the trick.

Taking a deep breath, as if she just went to wash her hands, Qian Mo followed the master back to the hall.

The next toast was unexpectedly declined by Zhaocheng. Zhaocheng smiled and said to the person who toasted Qianmo: "Sorry, Qianmo is still young, so I can't drink too much wine." The owner's fair face was under the light It looks gentle but reveals that it cannot be rejected, and Qian Mo is fascinated by it for a while.His master is the god of his life.From the moment he met his master, Hell and Heaven have long been unable to control themselves.The owner was worried about himself before turning away the wine, wasn't he?Qian Mo kept persuading herself, even though she knew that the master just didn't want him to lose face if he couldn't bear it.But he needs a little hope to support him, to support him to wait for the sunrise in the dark night, to look forward to warmth in the ice and snow.In other words, he needs a little hope to be disappointed.

All the way silent.Qian Mo sat in the car, watching the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.The master ignored him all the time.The winter in Qinggang is very cold. The chill comes from all directions, and it seems to seep from the bones. It is so cold that people tremble.

When the hustle and bustle is gone, there are large green spaces on both sides of the street, and the people are sparsely populated, home is getting closer and closer.Xu Zhaocheng lives in a detached villa in the western suburbs of Qinggang, far away from other residents in the lush woods around him.Only the owner and himself live in the house, isolated from the world.It's just that he knows that all the houses in this forest are filled with bodyguards from Xu's family, and they are closely monitored. The entire forest has already been covered with a net.

If one day I die here, there will be no sound.

Entering the villa, Qian Mo knelt down to change Zhaocheng's slippers, and then quickly took off all her clothes.In this villa, one must kneel within three steps of the master. □□The body is the rule of punishment.

□□'s body is covered with scars.Ten years, that's how it came.Maybe it will still be the same in another ten years, the pain has long been carved into his bones.At the same time engraved, there is also the owner's usual indifference.No matter how serious the injury is, turn a blind eye.

Zhao Cheng looked at Qian Mo who was lying at his feet, bowed his head respectfully, the criss-cross wounds on his body were bleeding, but his back was straight.Even though □□ knelt on the ground, she still maintained an elegance that cannot be ignored.In memory, no matter how hard I beat him, he never cried out in pain.His whipping never destroyed Qianmo's will.Suddenly I don't know how to face him, my heart feels a little blocked, and I feel uncomfortable that I can't stay any longer.

"Go and rest, I won't punish you either, school starts tomorrow." There was a slight sigh in his tone.Then, without looking back, she walked steadily and fled.