C27 Should He Take Revenge

Susan sighed and said in a low voice, "Because I reminded you. "

Jason walked forward and leaned forward slightly. He stared at her with a smile that was not a smile. His enchanting red lips moved by her ear, "Are you so afraid of angering him? This doesn't seem to be your style!"

"Because only now do I realize that he is the one who controls my fate. " She answered directly, but did not dodge his gaze. Instead, she quietly took a step back and maintained a safe distance from him.

She did not like the strong perfume smell on his body, did not like his ambiguous and seductive attitude, and did not like his watery eyes. His dark green eyes had an incomparably flirtatious and seductive charm. It was as if there were countless whirlpools that could drag someone into them at any time.

Even though he was extremely good-looking, even though his favor was something that other women dreamed of in their entire lives, she still did not dislike him at all.

She instinctively felt that he was testing her. The reason why he seduced her was not because he was attracted to her, but because he had an extremely terrifying goal.

She had no idea what his goal was.

However, this was her intuition, and her intuition was never wrong.

Not to mention now, in this world, no matter how beautiful a man was, he was no longer attractive to her.

If she hadn't experienced the series of tragedies of being cheated, abandoned, and kidnapped, perhaps she would still be like those girls who loved to fantasize, incomparably excited when she saw such a stunning man.

However, reality was cruel. It happened as soon as it happened. Her state of mind had already completely changed, and she was completely unable to return to the past.

No matter how beautiful a man was, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a ferocious beast.

Jason frowned. The smile on his face was still extremely light and gentle. "You changed quite quickly! But I still have the same words. If you need my help, just come over and tell me. Or you can tell Susan. I will try my best to help! "

"The only thing I want right now is to leave this place and return to my own home. Do you think you can help me?" She laughed mockingly.

"As long as you ask to return to my side, perhaps I can help you! I've already given you a chance. The key is to see if you want to try. " A layer of mist suddenly appeared in Jason's eyes, layer by layer, concealing all the emotions in his eyes. No one could see his true thoughts at this moment.

Her heart moved. She raised her head and looked at Moh Zixiao, who was standing by the wine cabinet and drinking wine.

His figure had a perfect proportion. He had a broad shoulder and a narrow waist. After taking off his black suit, he was only wearing a white shirt. His sleeves rolled up. His muscular arms were exposed, although his back was facing her. . . She felt that at this moment, his straight back seemed to contain a sense of nervousness and anticipation.

What was he nervous about?

What was he looking forward to?

Was he afraid that she would really open her mouth?

If she asked to return to Jason's side, with their relationship, there was no way he wouldn't agree, right?

If that was the case, then he wouldn't be able to take revenge on her for the last time, right?

Just as she was pondering, she suddenly saw him raise his head and pour the wine in the cup into his throat. His drinking movements were so rapid and caught her off guard. It seemed to carry a sense of despair and self-exile. . .

Seeing that he had already drunk several cups of wine in a blink of an eye, she was stunned. It was as if what he drank was not the Brandy that indicated 52 degrees would burn his stomach, but a glass of drinking water!

Looking at him who was almost maimed, she suddenly felt that if she really opened her mouth to make a request, perhaps he would really burn him to death with wine!

Her heart inexplicably could not bear it. She shifted her gaze away and stared at Jason, who had been watching her every move, and said faintly, "I was just joking just now. I know my own limitations. I will not take your words seriously. You will not take my words seriously either! "

Jason smiled faintly but did not say anything. He turned around and walked to Moh Zixiao's side. He said lightly, "You won again!"

Moh Zixiao did not look at him. He firmly placed the glass that was about to be crushed by him on top of the wine cabinet. He sat down on the chair, crossed his fingers, and said lightly, "You think too much. "

Jason smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at Xia Xiaoxin again, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

Susan also looked at her with a complicated expression. Finally, Susan sighed and gently patted her shoulder. Then she also left.

All of a sudden, the living room that originally looked very full was only left with her and him.

The atmosphere was a little stiff and cold.

He stood with his back to her, as if he was not ready to speak at all.

She quietly turned her head to look at his side, wanting to see the expression on his face clearly.

But his expression was very calm. His eyelids drooped down, and his thick and long eyelashes completely covered his pair of pitch-black pupils, making it impossible for people to find any trace of the true thoughts in his eyes at this moment.

His entire person exuded a calm and indifferent aura, as if he had deliberately separated himself from this world. No one could enter his own world.

She frowned and was at a loss as to what to do. She did not know if she should step forward or retreat.

After weighing the pros and cons, in the end, she chose not to disturb him.

She retreated back to the kitchen. She frowned and worried about Shen Beier, who had been waiting for her.

Hopefully, she was still sleeping in her dream. After she woke up, she could bring her good news.

However, this seemed to be a little difficult. She really did not know how to please the living Bodhisattva who looked emotionless at this moment.

She was anxious. He, who she had suspected several times that he had turned into a fossil, finally moved.

She saw him slowly stand up and walk upstairs. In a short while, he completely disappeared from her sight.

When he went upstairs, he never looked back at her from the beginning to the end, nor did he say a word. It was as if her existence was just air to him.

"He is a freak!" This kind of feeling of being ignored made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Just now, he was anxious to find her, but now he ignored her. What exactly did he mean?

Did he want revenge or not?

If he wanted revenge, he should hurry up and take action!

He should slap her a few times, or tear off her clothes and put on a soul-stirring act of rape. He wanted to completely destroy her self-esteem, so she didn't find it strange at all.

In any case, she was already mentally prepared. She knew that he bought her for revenge, and he definitely wouldn't spend a large sum of money to snatch her from that drug lord just because he was interested in her.

He should quickly take revenge on her so that she could be at ease. Otherwise, she would always be on tenterhooks and guess what he was going to do to her next!

Now, what was she going to do?

She thought in a dilemma as she tossed the playing apple in her hand onto the table in frustration.

With a bang, the silence in the room was broken, causing her heart to jump.

Was she crazy? She actually dared to make a sound!

If he heard it, he would have to add another crime to her?

She hurriedly reached out and held down the apple that was rolling on the table and about to fall to the ground. She held her breath and listened for a while. Finally, she confirmed that he did not hear her. Only then did she quietly heave a sigh of relief.

She sat there and hesitated for a while. Finally, she slammed the table and stood up. She turned around and walked upstairs.

No matter what, rather than sitting there and waiting for death, she might as well take the initiative to welcome her.

Regardless of whether he wanted to kill her or rape her, she had to know what he was thinking!

Today was the most difficult first stage. Only after this stage was passed did she have the final courage and hope to welcome the following days.

When she walked upstairs, she was somewhat dumbfounded because she saw a long corridor. There were five doors on both sides of the corridor.

Every door was tightly shut, making it impossible for her to guess which room he was in.

She looked at it and sighed. She decided to use the dumbest method possible. She pushed open every room to take a look.

She reached out and pushed open the first room on her left. However, that room was not a bedroom. It was just a bright and spacious gym. There were all kinds of fitness equipment inside.

She thought of the sexy eight-pack on his body. He would definitely use these fitness equipment often.

Her mind suddenly recalled the day when he was naked in the hotel. Her face turned red and her heart started to beat wildly. She hurriedly shook her head and squeezed out his seductive figure from her mind. She quickly exited the gym.

She turned around and pushed the door on her right, but the result was. . . It was still not the bedroom. It was a tea room.

The bright windows inside were quiet, and the decorations were ancient. It was very China style.

There was no furniture inside. In the middle was a long mahogany table. On it was a set of blue and white porcelain tea set. There were four neat and symmetrical sofas on the floor.

On the right corner of the window, there was a zither table. On top of it was a zither.

She walked over and gently stroked the strings of the zither with her fingers. Looking at the spotless strings, she could not understand why such a single man's house would have such a gentle zither.

Here, could it be that there was once a beautiful woman playing a song for him, Mountains and Rivers?

But just as this thought popped up in her mind, she quickly moved her fingers away from the strings of the zither and discarded the romantic scene that she had imagined.

She thought mockingly. He was a mafia boss who dominated the world. He seduced women everywhere. How could he have the mood to sit here and listen to a girl's light singing?

This kind of arrangement was just an elegant design. It made the people here feel that he not only knew how to fight and kill, but he was also a very tasteful person.

When she thought that this place was a devil cave full of evil, her mood became terrible. She quickly walked out of the room, no longer in the mood to appreciate the furnishings here. She just stiffly pushed open the tightly shut doors one after another.

The next room was a study room and two guest rooms. Finally, she pushed open another bedroom. However, because the room was large and had a unique decoration style, she associated it with Moh Zixiao's cold temperament. She determined that this room, which only had black and white colors, was Moh Zixiao's bedroom.

She gently closed the door. When she saw that his shirt was casually placed on the blanket with black and white stripes, she was even more certain that this was Moh Zixiao's bedroom.

A tie fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up and folded it on the bed. Just as she was about to carefully observe everything here, she suddenly heard the sound of water coming from the right side.

She turned her head to look and indeed saw a door there. The door was closed, and a few strands of faint yellow light flowed out. It must be the bathroom, and he must be in the shower.