Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Two o'clock in the morning.

There was a slight sob in the room, and Xiao Mo subconsciously got up to turn on the light.

The light yellow light came on, and he looked at Wen Ziwei on the other side.

Wen Zimei was holding the quilt, and he curled up into a small ball, shivering, and making deep sobbing and whimpering in his mouth.

Seeing that she was still secretly saddened, Xiao Mo's heart seemed to be pierced by something, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

He looked at her back, a touch of self-blame and distress flashed across the deep pupils.

"Zi..." He carefully reached out and touched her back.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zimei did not resist his touch.

So he gently hugged her waist and turned over gently, letting her face him.

At this moment, Wen Zimei was in tears, and her pillow was soaked with tears.

Her crying eyes were swollen.

Wen Ziyi kept muttering like she had lost her heart, "What did I do wrong, why should everyone come to torture me."

Love but not get sick, innocence is ruined.

Why did all this happen to her? How did she live like this in her life?

Wen Zimei couldn't understand.

She had never harbored the slightest bit of malice towards anyone, but God gave her all the pain.

Why?

Why is this world so unfair?

"Amo, my life is so painful, I really can't make it anymore, what should I do? They have been reluctant to let me go, they have been swaying in front of me, they will come to torment me every night... they have been pestering me all the time I...they..."

Wen Zi'ai choked as he spoke, and the unfinished voice was blocked in his throat.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make any sound.

Xiao Mo hugged her heartily, wishing to hide her in his body so that no one would hurt her.

"Zi, don't think about it, don't think about what they did, forget about those, I will always be by your side, no one can hurt you anymore."

Xiao Mo knew that she was feeling very broken, so she had to coax patiently.

"I can't do it, Amo." Wen Zimei cried bitterly in his arms, "I really can't do it."

"Then let me work hard to do it." Xiao Mo kept apologizing, "It's all my fault, and it's all because I didn't protect you. You can beat and scold me. I just ask you not to torture yourself like this. It hurts me to be like you."

pain?

Wen Zilai couldn't help but sneered.

Who can have her pain?

How many people in the world have experienced the pain of being abused and humiliated?

Those dirty pictures have been lingering in her mind, she didn't dare to close her eyes at all, how much she wished for a car accident to make her amnesia completely.

Then she won't think of it.

It was obvious that she was already trying to let go, but she found the phone, and the memory was pulled out again.

She will never forget how painful and desperate she was that day.

All this is thanks to Xu Yan.

Wen Zimei's face suddenly changed, and a cold light gleamed in his clear eyes.

She drilled into Xiao Mo's arms, and her voice was as cold as ice, "Amo, you help me kill her, and you help me kill her, okay?"

"Only when she is dead, can I dispel my hatred and have the courage to live.

Xiao Mo stiffened, feeling a knife pierced in his brain, making him dizzy.

Looking down at the person in his arms, Xiao Mo's expression became complicated.

"Zi..." He was in a mess, not knowing how to answer her.

"Why?" Wen Zimei didn't get the answer he wanted in the first time, a little disappointed, she asked reluctantly, "Are you unwilling? Or are you reluctant?"

"No...I don't..." Xiao Mo quickly retorted.

"Then you will kill her for me." Wen Zimei broke free from his arms, raised his eyes, his eyes were tenacity that could not be rejected.

It's this stubborn look.

In a daze, Xiao Mo seemed to see Xu Yan looking at him with this kind of eyes.

There was a complex sentiment in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

In order not to make Wen Zimei sad anymore, he had to temporarily agree, "Okay, I promise you."

"real?"

"Really, when did I lie to you."

Xiao Mo said it very seriously.

Wen Zimei's expression changed, he took the initiative to go upstairs with his hands on his neck, leaned his head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Amo, I know you are the best to me, and I love you."

"I love you too."

There was no affection on Xiao Mo's face in response as a wooden person.

His heart is messed up.

In the next moment, Wen Zimei's lips were sent over and kissed his thin lips warmly.

"Amo... want me, okay..."

Wen Zimei directly dragged him to lie on the bed and held his handsome face, his tone was very anxious.

The surging people who were still crying just now are actually doing that kind of thing?

Xiao Mo felt that he had experienced a big ups and downs in an instant, and he didn't react at all.

When he recovered, his buttons had been unbuttoned.

He didn't have extra time to think, and leaned down following her guidance.

But at a critical moment, he stopped.

He looked at the person in front of him, and somehow Xu Yan's face appeared in his mind.

He was stunned.

Seeing his abnormal expression, Wen Zimei would inevitably think wildly in his heart.

She murmured: "Amo, do you think I am dirty?"

"No, I have never thought about it like this." Xiao Mo explained immediately, for fear that she would think more.

As soon as the voice fell, he turned his head to one side and satisfied her.

"Amo... ah ah..."

"Never... leave me... uh..."

Overturned all night.

the next day.

Xiao Mo got up early before dawn. He looked at the broken cell phone on the ground, picked it up and observed it for a while.

Then he left the room with a gloomy expression.

An hour later, the butler brought a bodyguard to the cellar in the basement.

"Master Qi, I got it." The butler said respectfully.

Sitting on the soft leather sofa, Xiao Mo looked at the thin bodyguard with a cold expression.

He threw the phone on the table, exhaling a seeping air between his thin lips, "Explain to me what is going on with this phone."

Xiao Mo remembered that he deleted the video on the phone and ordered the housekeeper to clean up the thing.

As a result, the phone suddenly appeared in Wen Zimei's hands, and the video was restored.

He had to check.

The bodyguard was so frightened that his limbs were weak, and his whole body was trembling.

He knelt on his legs, crawled over, and stuttered: "Seven masters, I, I...I didn't intend to keep this phone on purpose. I was wrong. Please let me go. I will never dare ."

Xiao Mo's deep eyes were filled with bloodthirsty aura, and his face was as gloomy and terrifying as an abyss.

He didn't want to listen to this man talking nonsense.

The butler was very good at observing words and colors, and found that Xiao Mo seemed displeased, walked over and bent down, and explained the whole thing in a low voice.

Xiao Mo was even more angry after listening.

Damn it.

This bodyguard did such a trivial thing.

He not only picked up the phone secretly, but also found someone to restore the video, and then held the video to do that kind of lewdness every night.

As a result, the phone accidentally fell in the corner of the villa yesterday, and was accidentally picked up by Wen Zimei, which caused a catastrophe.

Dirty, really nasty.

A pair of dark black eyes shot fierce fire light under Jianmei, and Xiao Mo furiously, "Gun him to me and throw him into drunk today."

When the bodyguard heard the words, he was so scared that he grabbed Xiao Mo's calf and kept begging for mercy, "No Seventh Master, I'm just a ghost, I don't dare anymore, please forgive me..."

Xiao Mo gave him a cold look, kicked him, got up and left the wine cellar.

"Ah...my cock..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a tearing scream from the wine cellar.

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