Chapter 225 This game is dominated by me.
Jiang Yanchu pushed Lou Zhao's hand away, his face stern as he sneered, "Do you think I will still listen to you like a dog?"
Between the two of them, Lou Zhao has always been the one in a superior position. As long as she gives him the slightest benefit, Jiang Yanchu will pounce on her like a dog and do whatever she says. He has never heard such rebellious words.
Lou Zhao's face became even colder. He stared at Jiang Yanchu's eyes intently, his tone brooking no room for argument, and even his voice became several decibels higher.
"If you don't know, then learn."
"Lou Zhao, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"
Jiang Yanchu's voice was cruel, and every word seemed to turn into a sharp knife stabbing at Lou Zhao's heart, "Now I don't want you."
Lou Zhao couldn't believe it, her eyes were red, she grabbed his collar with both hands, and screamed out of control.
"Who gave you permission to talk to me like that?! Who gave you permission to say that to me?!"
"Didn't you fucking say you wouldn't abandon me?!"
"Ah? Talk to me!"
"Who allowed you to lie to me?!"
"Jiang Yanchu, how dare you?!"
Her loud and aggrieved questioning filled his ears. Jiang Yanchu's throat was hoarse. His hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, and he squeezed so hard that his finger bones turned blue and white.
The nails dug deep into the flesh, causing sharp pain, but it was not even half as painful as the suffocating pain of a blocked chest.
Lou Zhao looked at him with her eyelashes half-closed and her face too calm, making her look like an irrational, unreasonable lunatic.
Hot tears welled up in his eyes, Lou Zhao gasped, trying hard to hold back the tears, his eyes were stubborn, and he roared heartbreakingly.
"Speak! Are you fucking mute!"
Jiang Yanchu rolled his Adam's apple, raised his cold eyelids to meet her eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Have you said enough?"
Lou Zhao's fingers, which were clutching his collar, were shaking, and his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Jiang Yanchu pulled Lou Zhao's hand away, took a step back, and straightened his collar, which was wrinkled and messy, with an expressionless face.
Then, he pulled the handle of the suitcase with his other hand and said as he passed her, "There's food on the table."
Lou Zhao turned and looked at the dining table.
There was food on top and steam was hanging in the air.
Lou Zhao went over and overturned the dining table.
The sharp sound of porcelain breaking was heard in the living room, and the food was spilled all over the floor.
Jiang Yanchu paused when he heard the noise behind him.
"Once you leave this door today, don't even think about stepping back in again." Lou Zhao warned.
Jiang Yanchu tightened his grip on the suitcase handle, raised his eyes slightly and saw the clock hanging on the wall.
A few seconds later, the sound of a suitcase rolling on the floor was heard.
He still left.
Lou Zhao was shaking with anger. He picked up the pillow on the sofa, turned around and threw it at Jiang Yanchu, cursing, "Jiang Yanchu, you bastard!"
The door closed with a sound, and Jiang Yanchu's figure disappeared in the living room.
Lou Zhao's tears instantly flowed down her cheeks.
Outside the door, Jiang Yanchu leaned against the wall and called Thomas, whispering, "I've left Lou Zhao. Delete the photos."
There was a laugh on the other end. "Why delete it? It's still too early."
Jiang Yanchu's face was sinister and cold, "You deserve to die, delete it!"
"I've already left her, what else do you want?!"
Thomas: “The fun has just begun.”
There was a busy tone in his ear and the call was hung up. Jiang Yanchu was so angry that he threw the phone.
He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with restlessness and anger. Lou Zhao's red and aggrieved eyes kept appearing in front of him, causing him to have a splitting headache. Jiang Yanchu took out a cigarette case and lighter from his trouser pocket.
He held the cigarette between his cold, hard knuckles and brought it to his lips, then lowered his head and tilted his jaw to light it.
But nicotine couldn't dispel his anxiety.
…
Inside the house, Lou Zhao cried for a while and then stopped. She called a part-time aunt to clean up the mess on the floor and also asked a private chef to come to her house.
After dinner, Lou Zhao took a shower and went to bed as usual, and went to work as usual the next day. His emotions were calm and stable to a terrifying degree.
At noon, Lou Zhao came out of the laboratory.
There was a torrential downpour with rumbling thunder in the sky. Raindrops as big as beans fell with crackling sounds, blocking her way home.
She didn't bring an umbrella.
Jiang Yanchu usually comes to pick her up, so she never has to worry about umbrellas or anything like that.
But now, Jiang Yanchu has left and will not come to pick her up again.
Lou Zhao looked at the dense rain curtain. The strong sense of gap made her heart feel like it was being pulled by someone, and she felt very uncomfortable.
At this moment, dark and twisted emotions grew uncontrollably like vines.
Why.
Why does Jiang Yanchu leave just like that?
She doesn't agree.
Lou Zhao picked up his phone and called, his voice cold and low, "Bring Jiang Yanchu back to me."
It was dark, her face was in shadow, her eyes were paranoid and a little grim.
After hanging up the phone, Lou Zhao curled his lips and went to the parking lot in the rain.
Back home, Lou Zhao took a hot bath, leisurely put on a facial mask, and lay on the sofa. He called to inquire about the situation, "Why haven't they caught him yet?"
"We caught him, but he escaped." The report came from the other side.
Lou Zhao clicked his tongue in displeasure, "Tell me his whereabouts and I'll catch him myself."
"yes."
Lou Zhao took off the facial mask, packed up briefly and went out.
The weather is foggy today. It just rained and the ground is still wet.
On the road, a dark-colored Maybach sped past, splashing water wherever it passed.
Jiang Yanchu was sitting in the driver's seat when suddenly a tall and slender figure jumped out from the front and stood straight in front of him without fear of death.
When Jiang Yanchu saw who the girl was, his pupils narrowed and he slammed on the brakes.
The wheels rubbed against the ground frantically, making a dull, crackling sound.
The strong inertia caused Jiang Yanchu's back to fall heavily onto the back of the seat.
The rushing hot air smoked over Lou Zhao's legs.
The car was only two centimeters away from hitting Lou Zhao.
The two looked at each other through the transparent windshield.
Jiang Yanchu couldn't remain calm when Lou Zhao's life was at stake. He immediately opened the car door and got out, lecturing him coldly, "Lou Zhao, are you crazy?"
Without saying a word, Lou Zhao grabbed Jiang Yanchu's tie with his slender white fingertips, pulled it down, and kissed his lips.
The tip of the tongue enters the mouth and stirs it wantonly.
Jiang Yanchu's eyes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Before Jiang Yanchu reached out to push her away, Lou Zhao left his lips first. Her lips were rosy, and she raised them meaningfully.
He snapped his fingers in front of Jiang Yanchu, and the next second, Jiang Yanchu's eyes turned black and he fainted.
When he woke up, Jiang Yanchu found that all four of his limbs were shackled.
The slightest movement will make a soft and pleasant sound.
Lou Zhao came in wearing red-soled high heels, clasped her arms over her chest, walked to the end of the bed and raised her feet.
The high heels pressed against the bed, and the toes of the shoes stepped on Jiang Yanchu's crotch. Lou Zhao looked down at the prey on the bed.
"From now on, I will dominate this game."
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