He walked in front of her, Rao Tu looked up at him, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said sweetly: "Do you want to be so considerate of Mr. Shen?"

Shen Zhu's forehead twitched, leaned over and lifted her up, Rao exclaimed, and slapped his chest with both hands randomly, "What are you doing! Let me down."

Shen Zhu raised his hand and slapped her butt hard, "How dare you scream again?"

Rao Tu covered her mouth and was carried back to the house by him, resting her shoulders on the couch. Seeing that his face was so ugly, she kept silent and stared at him with good eyes.

The two looked at each other, and finally Shen Zhu spoke first: "Why don't you speak?"

"What do you say? No matter how much you say, it's in vain if you don't believe it."

"How do you know I don't believe it?"

"You are such a person. There is only willingness and unwillingness to believe in everything. There is no credible or untrustworthy." Rao Tu bit her lip and looked at him with incomparable resentment.

He stretched out his hand to open her tightly biting mouth and saw a row of fine teeth marks on her lower lip, he couldn't help sighing, "Hugh chat with me."

"You know it in your heart. For example, how could Nan Huaiyu get into the side hall of the cabinet? How did he know I was there? You asked Yang Qian to beat him half to death without asking. It's just a secret."

"Since you knew it was a game early on, why did you jump into it stupidly?"

"It's just too boring to have some fun. Since Mrs. Pei wants to play with me, how can she not accompany me?"

"What do you think about me? Baba let the mountain ghost send me a letter."

"How can I get away without you? Besides, I promised Shen Lang that I would never let other men touch me when I was by your side, and I didn't dare to break my promise." She pulled out a pearl hairpin from her head and played with it in her hand. , and prick your slender fingers to make a little red mark.

Shen Zhu reached out and grabbed the hairpin, "Can't you be honest for a moment?"

Rao Tu said innocently, "Why are you robbing my hairpin?"

Shen Zhu glanced at her finger and said coldly, "You like self-mutilation, don't you?"

Rao Tu spread out her hands and looked at it, and sighed, "It's nothing. Speaking of which, my feet hurt a little!"

Shen Zhu raised her feet, and when she brought her back earlier, her feet were bloody. He asked Shan Gui to clean it up and put it on medicine. Who knew that she had just pulled up her shoes and walked outside, rubbing off most of the ointment. Now her feet are red, swollen and iced, and some wounds ooze blood and congeal.

He personally picked up the ointment and applied it to her, and said sullenly: "You'd better be honest. If you don't want these feet anymore, tell me as soon as possible and chop them off for you!"

Rao Tu covered her face in astonishment: "Are you joking?"

He sneered: "Guess what?"

Rao Tu looked at him, he was lowering his head and taking the medicine seriously, his thin lips were slightly pursed, leaving her with a handsome face like a knife.

There was a pain somewhere in her heart.

He took medicine for her, looked up at her, but saw that the pair of peach blossom eyes were full of water mist. He said lightly: "What? You were moved so easily?"

Rao Tu pouted, smiled indifferently, two lines of clear tears fell, she reached out and wiped it randomly, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest." Saying that, she lay down with her back to Shen Zhu's side.

The man was silent for a while, lay beside her, reached out and hugged her into his arms, tightening a little bit.

Rao Tu said: "It's weird, don't touch me."

He didn't let go, Rao Tu closed her eyes, she was so tired, she was about to fall asleep in a daze, but she heard his low voice whispering in her ear: "For Shen Zhu's ambition, ruthlessly throw away your youth, Endless waiting."

Rao Tu felt a pain in her heart, she couldn't help but covered her chest, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

"Red Luo Ru" sings in the song: "Why does spring come as scheduled every year, but my husband who travels far has not heard from him every year?

——Sleeves are ruthless in the breeze, and Langyue is in her arms and carefree, but she cruelly throws the beauty of her youth into every night, and throws it into endless waiting..."