Chu Huandong said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking a little bad, his eyes changed color, a little scary and a little charming,

Wang Zhangzhu felt that Chu Huandong was now becoming like an old hooligan, saying everything and doing everything, which was too shameless. She swallowed carefully, felt her lips dry, and she licked her lips unconsciously.

She didn't expect that her unconscious action made Chu Huandong even more crazy, "Bad girl, I think you dare to seduce me... Little fairy..." He was on his sexual head, his voice was hoarse, and his movements were not much gentle. He needed to be so fierce, with fierce and domineering power and unstoppable momentum, and he rushed to the scene with force.

Wang Zhanzhu's whole body was powerless, lying softly on the sofa, her fair body was light red, her breath was rapid and chaotic, Chu Huandong was rude on her body, and she was spared no place where she could kiss or chew, and said vaguely: "Little bad guy...baby..."

Under such stimulation, there seemed to be a surging in Wang Zhanzhu's body, rushing into the depths of each sensitive nerve, arousing uncontrollable emotions and desires.

Wang Zhangzhu clung firmly to Chu Huandong like a drowning person, inserted his hand into Chu Huandong's beginning, accidentally pulling his short hair, and his body tightly attached to him.

"Zhangzhu, I love you!" Chu Huandong's hoarse voice kept calling in her ears, soft and soft.

Love sounded particularly harsh at this time, so that Wang Zhanzhu's body seemed to explode, and he raised his body and let Chu Huandong do something bad on her.

The entangled Wang Zhanzhu fell asleep deeply.

Maybe it was because of her child during the day that she remembered her father's tragic death and the Wang family's mansion. In her dream, she returned to the Wang family's mansion.

The Wang family is like a small palace-like garden, as before, without any change. The entire yard is covered with large pieces of marble and the fragrance of flowers.

Sitting on the swing stand, giggling, and calling my father to push me. My father had just come back from get off work and walked out of the car in a suit and tie. He didn't bother to change his clothes, so he came over to push me on the swing.

She even dreamed of her mother, who looked like her, and there was a pair of sweet dimples on her cheeks. She smiled at her, which was a sweet smell.

She could clearly hear the melodious melody of her mother playing the piano and the coughing sound when she was sick. Her father leaned against her mother's bed, chattering with her and talking with her, and she couldn't bear to leave for a moment.

She walked forward, and suddenly, nothing was seen, leaving only Song Liangyu's hideous face, and the blood on his face...

"Ah!" Wang Zhanzhu screamed, suddenly woke up, his whole body turned cold and sweating.

For a moment, she didn't know where she was, but just gasped, and her frightened heart could not calm down in a short period of time.

A warm and dry big hand held Wang Zhanzhu's hand hard, stretched out his arms, hugged her into a wide and reliable embrace, and hugged Wang Zhanzhu tightly like a child. His cheek was against Wang Zhanzhu's face, "Zhangzhu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Wang Zhanzhu's heart calmed down strangely, and reached out to hug Chu Huandong's waist tightly, but because he couldn't stop sobbing, he twitched and choked.

Chu Huandong gently stroked her back and murmured some comforting words.

Chu Huandong's arms were very warm and comfortable. Wang Zhanzhu was buried in his arms and slowly stopped crying. In such a comfortable and stable embrace, she fell asleep again in a daze. This time she slept very peacefully and was no longer trapped by nightmares.

The next morning, the bright sunshine of the southern country shone in from the curtains as usual. Wang Zhanzhu opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful world, but he no longer had the excitement of the moment when the light of the morning was just restored yesterday.

"Zhangzhu, get up and have breakfast!" As a fresh breath came, Chu Huandong sat next to Wang Zhangzhu, and his voice was like spring breeze. "The sun is very good today. You can go to the garden to fold peach blossoms with Niu Niu."

Wang Zhanzhu sat up in a daze, leaned into Chu Huandong's arms, and said in a little frustrated: "I don't want to get up, I don't want to have breakfast. Anyway, I can see my eyes now. You go to the company, wait a moment, I'll go to Mr. Xu's side by myself."

"I'm here to accompany you at home today and I won't go to work." Chu Huandong reached out and hugged her, rubbing her hair pity, "Zhangzhu, you always have to face what you should face. I don't want you to be entangled in nightmares every night."

Wang Zhanzhu closed her eyes. She knew that Chu Huandong had understood what she was thinking, but she was waiting for her to speak first. She hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth, "Brother Huandong, I want to go back to the Wang family mansion."

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Chu Huandong clenched her hand tightly.

Since Wang Zhanzhu fled from the Wang family's mansion that night, she has never returned to the Wang family's mansion. Whether she came back to seek revenge on Song Liangyu, Song Liangyu was arrested in prison, or later when Song Liangyu died, she and Su Yanchi lived here, she had never returned to the Wang family's mansion.

Until her eyes became blind, even if she wanted to go back and take a look, it would be meaningless.

She could go to her father's cemetery to see her, but she didn't have the courage to return to the Wang family mansion, which place carried too many happy memories and left too deep painful past events. The night when her father died was like an endless shadow, which always covered her heart.

During these days, Chu Huandong would not deliberately mention the Wang family mansion to her, and she didn't ask, because she didn't want to, and because she didn't dare. But even so, she had nightmares and would dream of returning to the Wang family mansion every few nights.

Sometimes I dream of it still the same, there is itself in the dream, Chu Huandong, Song Liangyu, father, mother, the family gets along harmoniously and laughs constantly; but most of the time I dream of that tragic night, with a sad heart, and tears always wet my clothes when I wake up.

It turned out that in her heart, she had been thinking about the Wang family mansion.

Now that her eyes were getting better, she suddenly made up her mind to go back to the Wang family's mansion to take a look, otherwise she would think of it every night.

From where they live now to the Wang family mansion, it takes half an hour to drive. During this half hour drive, Wang Zhangzhu sat silently and looked out the car window.

When he came to the door of the Wang family's mansion again, Wang Zhangzhu had the illusion of time changing. The red face had not changed, and the carved corridors and jade bricks were still there. The beautiful and luxurious Wang family's mansion, which used to be, was still like a small palace, but its owner was gone.
Chapter completed!