The cold feeling of the copper door handle is immersed in the heart and lung.

But so what?

She is now all over, it can be said that there is no trace of warmth and temperature, even if it is colder, even if it really throws her into the frozen lake, what?

Could it be worse than she is now?

Gray and despair, interwoven into an overwhelming network, bound her tightly, closed all her senses.

As soon as she opened the door, the person waiting outside for a long time just leaned over and heard a crack.

"Get out of here!"

Before Ruan Xiaomo could see what had just happened, he saw that the door had just been opened by her and was closed heavily.

She Lengleng ground lowers a head, see the ground of the door, still have clear bloodstain.

It's on the head of the worker who just came in with the probe.

Jin liefeng hit the goblet in his hand on the head of the staff member.

Ruan Xiaomo stood there, not knowing how to react.

Didn't he mean to let the staff take her down and auction her?

What was he doing just now?

Jin liefeng drove the staff away and closed the door. What did he want?!

Or did he have something new?

Ruan Xiaomo did not want to understand, he felt his tight waistcoat suddenly loosened.

She looked down and saw that her rope had been pulled apart by the man's hand. Then, she was rudely pushed to the door panel and hurt from the back.

"You just can't wait to get down!" The man's tone, as if she had asked to do it herself, was full of anger.

Ruan Xiaomo bit his lower lip, endured the pain, and refused to explain.

Can she not go down?

Does she have a choice in front of him?

She never had a choice, otherwise, at the beginning, she would have been far away from this cruel man!

Seeing that she refused to respond to herself, Jin liefeng was like a wild beast, tormenting her even more severely, completely leaving behind the others who were waiting for his "auction

" under the stage.

Ruan Xiaomo's lower lip was so blurred by her own bite that even the kiss became painful.

After a long ordeal, Ruan Xiaomo slowly sat down on the ground. No matter his waistcoat or gauze skirt, it was already broken.

She has no strength to think about other problems.

The exhaustion and discomfort of her body only made her want to close her eyes and not wake up.

But how can Jin liefeng let her go like this?

He said, let her life is worse than death.

Ruan Xiaomo sat in the big bed of the bedroom where she was imprisoned in the Imperial Palace, feeling as if her whole body had solidified.

How long will she stay here?

How long will she stay with this man?

How many times do you have to go through such humiliation and torture again and again?

Some people say that the most unbearable is not the immediate pain, but the endless pain.

For her, both.

The pain in front of her, Jin liefeng's torture and humiliation to her, should be said that any ordinary woman like her, can not easily bear.

But she had to get through it.

"Dong Dong Dong." There was a few taps on the bedroom door.

Ruan Xiaomo's eyelashes trembled, which gave her a little breath of life.

The people outside the door didn't respond to her and didn't speak. They were used to pushing the door open and coming in.

The sound of the dining car came, the wheels rolled over the ground, and the smell of the food came from the air.

Ruan Xiaomo didn't move at all, just maintained his previous posture.

When the servant set the meal, she found that the servant did not quit immediately.

In the past, the servant would talk to her after the meal on the dining car, and then leave immediately.

But not this time.

Finally aware of the strange, she raised her eyes and looked at the servant.

It looked familiar, as if it was the servant she would see in the imperial palace.

But there is a little bit of eye, because at least these days to her meal, is not the servant.

Seeing her staring at her, the servant gave her a smile and said, "Miss Ruan, please have dinner."

Ruan Xiaomo didn't know what she meant by this, but it was obvious that the meaning of this sentence was completely different from that of the servants who left after they had finished speaking.

She got out of bed and sat down at a small table, her body stiff from a long standing posture.

The servant bowed to her, "take your time, then I'll go out."Ruan Xiaomo nodded. Although she had ten thousand doubts, she didn't ask.

Jin liefeng had taped eavesdropping things on her before, but although she didn't use them later, who knows if there will be such things in this room?

Like other servants, the servant pulled the dining car away.

When the door closed, Ruan Xiaomo even doubted whether he wanted to leave Jin liefeng. That's why he felt that there was something different about this normal servant?

She raised her hand and was about to pick up the cutlery when she felt something under her chair.

Very small, very flat, very suitable for hiding in the palm.

Ruan Xiaomo's heart was excited, and quietly pretended to sort out the chair position, lifted the chair and leaned towards the dining table.

That thing should have been glued by the servant just now when he opened the chair for her.

As soon as she pulled it, it turned over and stuck to her palm.

She shrunk her palms into her sleeves, picked up the tableware normally, took a few mouthfuls, as if she had no appetite to put down the tableware and went into the bathroom.

Here Jin liefeng can use it herself. She should not worry about any hidden danger.

Ruan Xiaomo locked the door of the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled the thing off his palm.

It looks like a little plastic tool with a few buttons.

Ruan Xiaomo tried to press a button that looked like a switch, and then, in that tiny thing, there was a beep of the phone waiting to be connected.

This is a directional micro phone?!

At the other end of the phone is -

"well, Ruan Xiaomo, now that the things are in your hands, you don't have to play riddles with me."

Just as this idea came into her mind, she heard a cold and proud female voice coming from this little thing.

The arrogant voice line and the tone of high self-esteem. At the other end of the phone, it was Mrs. Rosalind, Jin liefeng's mother, whom she had contacted through the phone of her mother's hospital ward.

"Mrs. Rosalind, I have a request." Ruan Xiaomo is holding the mini phone, clear tunnel.