It took Sunanxi twenty-two years to realize that art films are really just art films, all joys are illusions, and pain is real.

The body seemed to be torn apart by a human being.

Sunanxi bit his lower lip, but painful voices still floated out from his teeth from time to time, like a white flag begging for mercy.

However, this begging for mercy did not arouse any pity from the man, but aroused his bloodiness even more.

Xiao Jinzhou seemed to have gone mad, and the torture continued until the second half of the night, and finally died.

Yu Wang was relieved, and he lowered his head in drunkenness. The man got rid of the control of his lower body, returned rationally, realized the current situation, and his face was not looking good.

He got up and got out of bed and walked into the bathroom in the dark.

The sound of drenching water drifted into Sunanxi's ears, making her tired consciousness clearer.

After a few minutes of rest, she stood up with her sore and sore body, pulled out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on, took care of herself, and then sat down on a single sofa in the corner.

The sound of water in the bathroom soon stopped, and after a while, Xiao Jinzhou came out.

He turned on the light, and the dazzling white light fell from the ceiling. Sunanxi subconsciously reached out to block his forehead, and after a while, he got used to the light and slowly opened his eyes.

However, when he opened his eyes, he met Xiao Jinzhou's even more ugly face.

She was stunned for a while, followed the man's gaze, and there were a few patches of dark red scattered on the white bed sheet, the contrast was strong and eye-catching.

Sunanxi immediately guessed why the man's face was ugly, and the pale little face slowly revealed a small smile, which seemed to be ironic and self-deprecating, "Mr. Xiao, it's just a fun, you don't need to worry."

I will not hold you responsible.

She didn't say what she said later. Smart people know to keep themselves decent, and it's time to stop.

But Xiao Jinzhou didn't want to show face today. He turned his head to look at Sunanxi, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What am I worried about? You think I'm an idiot with the surname Jiang, and I have to go after I climb on my bed?"

After he said that, he paused for a while, and then said again, "Oh, yes, I heard that this layer of film will cost a lot of money to make up, how much Miss Lin lost tonight, why don't you give me a count first. "

As soon as the words fell, Sunanxi's pale face was even more bloodless.

Although he had long since abandoned his face and self-esteem, his heart still stabbed deeply when he heard such humiliating words.

Yes, it's self-indulgent.

She held back the sore nose that came up for a moment, her eyes curled up, and her smile became brighter, "You're right, half a million is not a small amount. I hope Mr. Xiao can make up for my loss as soon as possible."

Xiao Jinzhou was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect her to say such shameless words in such a big way. When she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but groaned, "Don't worry, I'll be without you."

After saying this, the room fell silent instantly, no one spoke anymore, and the atmosphere was frighteningly cold.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door, breaking the awkward silence. Xiao Jinzhou walked over to open the door. Shen Laowu stood at the door, handed him a new set of clothes, and said in a low voice, "Boss, just now Mr. Lin I called and said that Miss Lin Er had woken up and wanted to see you."

Xiao Jinzhou took the clothes and snorted coldly, "Don't worry, let them dry first."

"Okay." Shen Laowu replied and said, "This side is next to the servant's residence. There are many people. When I came back, I parked the car in the front yard."

The private garage is to the west of the servant's room in the backyard. Tonight, Xiao Jinzhou parked the car in the Su family's private garage in order to highlight his specialness and closeness.

"Got it."

Xiao Jinzhou responded lightly, turned around and closed the door.

He quickly changed his clothes, walked in front of Sunanxi, took out the pen and check in his pocket, wrote a few numbers on it, and then signed his name smartly.

"Miss Lin, let's write it off, nothing happened tonight, right?"

Xiao Jinzhou tore off the written check, folded it in half, and tucked it into the collar of Sunanxi's sweater, squinting his eyes and asking softly.

Seeing his attitude, Su Nanxi smiled a little more sincere, as if to appease, and nodded: "Mr. Xiao, I said, it's just for fun, oh, by the way, at the head of my fiance who is chasing after my sister. Plant some grass and take revenge, you really don't need to worry about anything. Besides—"

She spread her hands, looked directly at him and said, "Don't you think the same way? If he falls in your face, you plant grassland on his head, what a revenge."

"Oh, he's not worthy!"

Xiao Jinzhou refuted coldly, and when he said the words, he felt something was wrong, and he didn't bother to tug at it any more. He stood up straight, brushed the sleeves on both sides, and said lightly, "You are very interesting, but that's it for now."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out. The heavy wooden door was opened and closed. After a "bang" sound, the room returned to silence again.

Sunanxi folded her legs and folded her arms for a long time. She stared blankly at a certain point in the sky. For a long time, a teardrop the size of a bean finally couldn't hold it anymore and crashed on her knees.

Sunanxi buried his face in his arms and sat motionless all night.

When the first ray of morning light came in through the gap in the curtain, she finally seemed to be alive, reached out and rubbed her face, slowly stretched her stiff and numb limbs, and stood up from the sofa.

The thin check stuck on the collar fell to the ground with her movements. Sunanxi paused for a while, then slowly bent over to pick it up, opened it, and filled in the entire amount of one million in the column above.

I don't know which nerve was stirred, but Su Nanxi's head suddenly hurt a lot, her eyes were dry and uncomfortable, and she muttered to herself: "It's quite cheap..."

But so what?

She happened to be in desperate need of money, and her brother was still in the hospital, so she didn't have the guts to refuse.

How about an old saying? Rich don't take bastards.

Well, that's it, it's unrealistic to talk about backbone and dignity for a dying person.

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