On the other side, Cheng Chi reports things and leaves.

Sheng Youting's nest is smoking on the sofa until all the cigarettes in the cigarette box are finished. Then he gets up from the sofa and walks to the bedroom.

Feet on the carpet, landing silent.

When he opened the door, he saw a woman standing at the door with her hair dishevelled. Both of them did not expect such a result. There was also a moment of astonishment on his face.

However, Sheng Youting took the lead in regaining his mind, raised his hand slightly, and lifted the hair from his temples to the back of his ear. His voice was low and hoarse, "how long have you been standing here?"

For a long time, she heard the conversation between him and Cheng Chi clearly, so of course she knew about Yang Shan's death.

At that moment, her heart was born with a root of hate, the moment is like a poisonous vine, crazy growth, open branches and leaves, hate followed in the blood, spread to the whole body.

She really hate, but she hate, not because of Yang Shan.

Yang Shan did harm to her, but did not expect that she would eventually suffer the consequences. She is not the virgin, and there is nothing to sympathize with Yang Shan, even though she is not guilty to death.

She just hates the world. It has always been in the hands of the rich and powerful people. The law has no effect on them. They are tyrannical and can do whatever they want.

And people like her, who live at the bottom and have nothing at all, are nothing more in their eyes, just like an ant. If they are happy, they will play with them. If they are not happy, they will crush them to death.

If the law really works for everyone, if the world is really fair, she won't suffer from the inhuman torture five years ago, and now she won't be forced to stay by Sheng Youting's side, or even go all out to please him.

She restrained all the abnormal, raised her small face, slightly bent her eyes at him, "I wake up to see you no one, I came out to look for you, and as soon as I got to the door, you opened the door and almost scared me."

He raised her hair, the palm of his hand naturally fell on her face, "I didn't expect that you would wake up so soon, I'm afraid I'll choke you, so I came to the living room to smoke. You just slept for a short time, why don't you sleep a little more?"

"If you wake up, you can't sleep."

He was very close to her, and the smell of smoke was all over his hands. She looked up at him and asked him, "Shanda Shao, how many cigarettes did you smoke? It's full of flavor, so strong. "

He didn't plan to hide it. Besides, there was no need to hide it. "Not much, just a bag."

"Not much for one bag?"

"In the past, when I was in a bad mood, I used to stay up all night and smoke."

Speaking of this, his eyes stained with a broken smile, "what's the matter, is the smoke too heavy, too bad to smell?"

She shook her head and said, "not really. It's just that smoking too much is not good for your health. You should smoke less in the future."

"You care about me?"

"Well." She confessed generously and then asked him, "can't you care?"

The throat bone overflows the low laughter, he seems to be very joyful, "certainly may, willow, I like you to care about me, likes very much."

"So, will you repeat what you just said? I want to hear it. "

This cruel and domineering man, occasionally in front of her show a naive side, she smile some helpless, some accommodation, the tone is like in coax children.