"This is the second time we've been that close, and you cried a lot."
"You must remember what you promised me. Otherwise..."
He sneered faintly: "I will lock you up and torture you for eight hours a day. I mean what I say."
Yuan Jiang sobbed, not even having the strength to respond, she could only cry.
Last time, the pinch marks on the waist took a week to disappear. This time they are heavier than last time. The dense purple marks look scary.
The waist was almost broken.
Five hours later.
Yuan Jiang slapped Fu Xiaoheng in the face, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and she screamed, "The drug has worn off, let me go!"
Fu Xiaoheng was caught off guard and groaned softly, then he clung to her even more fiercely.
“Throw it away after use?”
"Wife, I'm not well yet."
Fu Xiaoheng rarely loses control like this, except when he is with Yuan Jiang. His eyes are bloodshot and he is trembling with excitement.
He carried Yuan Jiang to the door, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and said with a vicious smile, "Wife, do you want to go out?"
"Is Fu Ce lying outside?"
"You like him? Why don't you ask him for help?"
The action is unrestrained.
Yuan Jiang's tears kept falling, feeling both excited and ashamed.
"You pervert! You beast!"
"Well, I'm a pervert, a beast." Fu Xiaoheng smiled without any regret, feeling that being scolded was even more satisfying. He raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing, beast?"
Downstairs, a small pool of blood flowed from under Fu Ce's head. His eyes were closed, but his eyebrows suddenly raised.
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Fu Xiaoheng and Fu Ce were both hospitalized.
Fu Xiaoheng had symptoms of a cold since childhood and had a high fever caused by excessive exercise, while Fu Ce had seven stitches in his head.
Fu Bosi and Su Yuyao had no recollection of what happened that night, and even Fu Ce himself didn't remember how he fell down the stairs.
Yuan Jiang held the thermos cup and said calmly, "You missed a step and fell."
"Really?" Fu Ce frowned suspiciously, always feeling that there was a female voice crying and begging for mercy surrounding his mind.
"Yeah." Yuan Jiang straightened his collar to cover the red mark.
"It's strange to say, Fu Xiaoheng is also sick." Su Yuyao looked puzzled: "In all these years, this is the first time I've seen him sick."
It’s not that I’m concerned about Fu Xiaoheng, but I just feel something is strange.
Su Yuyao seemed to be lost in thought. She raised her eyes and stared at Yuan Jiang with a scrutinizing look: "Where did you go?"
The drug she had given was a strong one, and anyone who got even a little bit of it would be consumed by fire.
Not to mention that she had already eaten half of the food. Since Fu Ce fell down the stairs, what about Yuan Jiang?
Su Yuyao looked strange.
"I'm not feeling well either. I went to the hospital and the doctor gave me a sedative." Yuan Jiang licked her lips, and her thick, curled eyelashes trembled.
Su Yuyao stared at Yuan Jiang for a few seconds, and thought about it, Yuan Jiang loved her son to death, so she would never do anything dirty!
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Yuan Jiang's eyes dimmed slightly. Thinking of that chaotic and crazy night, she trembled with lingering fear, but the pleasure of this forced love made her salivate, afraid and eager.
After a few greetings.
Yuan Jiang said a few perfunctory words and left, walked to the end of the corridor, stood at the door and looked inside.
Suddenly, a damp and sticky voice crawled up her neck like a poisonous snake: "Brother, sister, what are you looking at?"
Yuan Jiang turned around suddenly and met a pair of cold and deep eyes. She lowered her eyes in panic: "Are you feeling better?"
"Heh," Fu Xiaoheng stared at her intently, "It's normal to pay a price to help my sister-in-law get well."
Yuan Jiang bit the soft flesh inside her lip, a chill running down her spine, and she stammered in panic, "Well, thank you for your hard work."
"You should take good care of your illness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Jiang disappeared like a fleeing rabbit.
Fu Xiaoheng stood straight on the ground, a dark scarlet color etched in his sinister and sickly eyes.
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Two days later,
After Yuan Jiang recovered, she had a rare moment of conscience and went into the kitchen to make chicken soup, intending to give it to Fu Xiaoheng to nourish his body.
As soon as he left the Yuan family, he felt a pain in his back, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.
The moment she fell to the ground, a pair of big hands caught her steadily.
Fu Xiaoheng lowered his eyes and stared at the unconscious girl in his arms with a sinister look, curling his lips and sneering: "Wife, I told you."
"If I can't keep my promise to my husband..."
"I'll lock you up for eight hours a day."
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