Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After doing all this, Li Xue covered her heart with her hand, then put it on her chest, clasping her hands together.

She is willing to dedicate everything in her life to her most adorable little angel daughter

Even if my mother becomes the filthiest and ugliest woman in the world.

No regrets.

Jiaoyang put the exquisitely crafted bag on the coffee table. There was a ruby ​​on the button, the size of a pigeon egg. The ruby ​​was surrounded by a circle of diamonds, making it sparkle.

This was a birthday gift that Sheng Xianglin gave her on her eighteenth birthday by asking a top designer to customize it.

After giving it to her, she was asked to carry it on her back on important occasions. They show their deep love as father and daughter to the outside world, and their family is happy and harmonious.

Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth coldly, suddenly threw her hand and threw the bag to the ground, scattering the contents all over the floor.

She crossed her arms and looked around.

The surrounding empty rooms were richly decorated with furniture, and pearls shone brightly everywhere. Therefore, it is cold and has no human atmosphere.

Jiaoyang changed her shoes and walked up to the second floor, where there was a huge black and white piano.

She stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, squinting her eyes with turbulent eyes.

"You can't even read such a simple music score. What did you eat growing up?"

"You are so stupid and unqualified, what qualifications do you have to be my daughter?"

"If I had known you were born like this, I should have strangled you to death!"

"Bang!"

The girl once thought that it would be over if she endured it.

But she forgot that what she had was not an ordinary domestically violent mother, but a mentally twisted woman.

"Next time you play a wrong note, I will cut off one of your fingers. You are my daughter, born for music. Hands that cannot play music are not worthy of existence, and you are not worthy of being mine. daughter."

The girl was trembling with fear, breathing hard, and her fingers were trembling. The woman was standing behind her. As she played the song, she made more mistakes.

She was so frightened that she hid in the room and locked the door.

The girl was so frightened that she called the number on her cell phone—Dad.

She felt unable to breathe and huddled in the corner, plunged into darkness, trembling all over. Even every syllable coming from the phone could make her heart beat faster. Fortunately, the call was eventually answered.

The girl was so excited, as if she had seen the only life-saving straw in her life. She told her father everything, but what she got was an impatient reply from her father, his voice still drunk.

"Just stay with her more and coax her more. Didn't the doctor say that mentally ill patients need the company of their family members? Be good, sweet, obedient, and don't always go against your mother. What can I do? Do you still want me to take care of her? Should she be tied up?"

"why not--"

The call was quickly hung up.

The girl's words were also stuck in her throat.

The banging on the door continued outside, followed by the mother's abuse: "You shameless person, are you complaining to your dad again? Do you think he cares about you? You only have me, only me -"

"I do not want you."

The girl finally couldn't help crying. She curled up and was still shaking. But it was no longer fear, but helpless grief and anger.

Why can't dad tie her up? Since there is clearly a way to do something, why should her life be in danger all the time?

She was no longer afraid of pain, but she didn't want to die, let alone die in such a shameful way. Dignity and pride, arrogance and inferiority, have all been integrated into her blood and engraved into her bones at the same moment.

The girl bit her lower lip tightly, took out the mobile phone in her hand, and slowly made another call.

"Hello? Is this the police?"

She wants to get her mother into the police station. No matter where that woman is, as long as she is not by her side.

Even if you die, you can

The girl was surprisingly calm.

later

Later

Jiaoyang's fingers slowly passed over the black and white piano keys in front of her.

She smiled, a bright smile.

Jiaoyang sat down quietly in front of the piano, like a perfect, elegant and flawless wealthy lady, playing the most beautiful music with her long white fingers.

Just like when she was a child, she often heard piano music playing in the piano room.

She is like her mother, but much better than her mother.

There is no doubt about it.

On the piano, there is a picture frame that belongs to her mother.

Jiaoyang smiled and wiped it gently with her fingers: "See, mom, you have a very successful daughter."

"My previous failures were all because of your existence. Now, you are finally gone, and I am no longer the Sheng Jiaoyang I once was."

The picture frame was smashed to the ground and there were several cracks in the glass.

One foot stepped on hard.

Jiang Sicheng finally drove Fu Qiran out.

Before leaving, the boy was very arrogant and said: "I will leave by myself, but it's my words. Dr. Jiang can use your elm head to think carefully."

Jiang Sicheng really thought about it.

He sat in his office chair with a pen in his hand, thinking about what Fu Chiran said just now, let them compete freely and let things develop.

“What a madman”

Jiang Sicheng commented and sneered. If it goes as he said, who knows what kind of monster will emerge by then. Let’s not talk about the second personality, just the sub-personality. If she stayed in the end, she would be jailed for treason.

Doesn't that destroy a person?

Jiang Sicheng frowned. In his mind, the smiling little girl suddenly appeared in front of him that day, sitting on his desk, extremely close to him.

"Do you want to have a vigorous love affair between a doctor and a patient with me, Dr. Jiang?" Her big eyes were shining with a smart luster, and her smile was as bright as a spring flower in March.

If it's that number two.

Everything is still unknown.

Bo Yunli met Jiaoyang on the way to find Fu Qiran.

The figure disappeared in a flash. He put his elbows on the car window. He was stunned for a moment and slowly lowered the window.

What happened at school during the day appeared in my mind again.

The little girl sneered, pointed her arrogant eyes at him, and said arrogantly, "Now, you can apologize."

Two chapters in one.