Fu Shaoyu did not stay in the villa that night.

When Jiang Zhimiao heard the vague sound at the gate of the courtyard, he paused for three or four seconds before getting up and walking to the window to look. The car went down the narrow mountain road and disappeared into the night.

Fu Shaoyu's departure made Jiang Zhimiao feel a little relieved.

Even so, she still couldn't fall asleep and could only keep her eyes open and look up at the dark ceiling.

The moonlight slanted into the room, illuminating the patterns on the artistic paint.

Time passes by every second.

Jiang Zhimiao finally became too sleepy and closed his eyes around five or six in the morning.

Fu Shaoyu hasn't come here in the past few days, and he hasn't even sent anyone here. The maid may be dissatisfied with Fu Shaoyu's concern for her, so she hasn't taken care of her in the past few days. She just provides three meals on time and comes to see if she is there every hour.

Jiang Zhimiao took the opportunity to walk around the villa.

The villa has three floors in total and has basically everything it should have.

It is a typical pleasure villa built by the second generation of rich people.

The only difference is——

There is no WIFI here, and security is very tight, with shifts around the clock.

When Jiang Zhimiao saw all this, she knew that Fu Shaoyu had prepared a tight net to keep her under house arrest until she was old. Unless she was ready to surrender to him, he would never let her go.

Perhaps in order to make Jiang Zhimiao feel the passage of time more deeply, although Fu Shaoyu did not come that day, he had someone send a calendar.

At the same time, there are photos of Jiang Yunyun's daily life.

Jiang Yunyun couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. She looked a few years older and her eyes seemed to be looking for someone.

Jiang Zhimiao felt a pain in his heart.

She remembered that a few days ago, she had promised Jiang Yunyun that she would go back when the time came.

But she has already been here for a week, how can she go back?

Fu Shaoyu sent these photos purely to torture her and warn her that she didn't have much time left ...

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips, his eyes turned red, and his fingertips pinched his palms hard.

He looked towards the half-open door.

In an instant, she walked over and opened the door.

I happened to meet the maid's eyes.

When the maid saw her looking at her, a trace of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly calmed down and looked at her steadily.

The maid in the villa was mute and could not speak, but she could hear things. However, she would usually pretend not to hear anything Jiang Zhimiao said. If she had not seen with her own eyes that night that the maid carried out Fu Shaoyu's words, she might have thought she was deaf.

Jiang Zhimiao reached out to tuck the long hair that fell on her ears and said in a flat voice , " I want to see Fu Shaoyu."

The maid's eyes flickered.

Jiang Zhimiao said , " I want to see him, go talk to him."

The maid didn't respond.

Jiang Zhimiao ignored her. After saying this, she turned around and prepared to close the door.

Before closing the door, she looked at the maid again and said softly , " You can not tell him, but can you guarantee that Fu Shaoyu will not come to see me later?"

Before Fu Shaoyu kidnapped Jiang Zhimiao, he made drastic changes to the decoration of the house, fearing that Jiang Zhimiao would not feel comfortable using it.

Maybe Jiang Zhimiao didn't notice it, but she saw it with her own eyes. Fu Shaoyu really cared about Jiang Zhimiao.

Now, Fu Shaoyu doesn't care that much about his nominal fiancée.

The maid lowered her eyes, and at the moment the door was completely closed, she finally turned around.

Jiang Zhimiao heard the footsteps gradually disappearing and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her gaze slightly and looked towards the closet in the room.

Fu Shaoyu prepared a lot of skirts for her. Perhaps because he missed her in the past, the skirts he prepared for her were mainly light-colored and of a well-behaved and gentle style.

Belated affection is cheaper than grass.

Not to mention, Fu Shaoyu didn't love her at all. He loved Jiang Zhimiao, who was once full of forbearance and wholehearted dedication.

Jiang Zhimiao walked over and slid his fingers over the clothes hangers one by one.

Finally, it fell on a simple pure white long dress.

Before she changed, Jiang Zhimiao heard footsteps at the door. She walked over and opened the door.

The maid gave her a number: nine.

Fu Shaoyu would come over around nine o'clock. Jiang Zhimiao didn't say anything, but his brows were full of unwillingness. He tightened his grip on the door frame, and his face turned pale. He looked as if he had been tortured to the point of submission.

She nodded coldly and told the maid , " Tell him that if he threatens me with Aunt Yun again, I will not back down. We will perish together."

The maid said nothing.

The door closed in her face the next second, and the trembling door seemed to vent the anger of the person who closed the door.

The maid's eyes darkened and she looked quietly inside the door.

Jiang Zhimiao walked into the inner bedroom. She looked at her trembling hands, took a deep breath, but said nothing. She picked up the skirt in the closet and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

It's just past seven o'clock now, and it will take some time for Fu Shaoyu to come.

enough.

Jiang Zhimiao finished taking a shower, dried his hair, and changed his clothes. It was almost nine o'clock.

Just as she was about to put on lipstick, the sound of cars stopping in the yard came.

Jiang Zhimiao paused slightly, and looked at himself in the mirror, tracing the lip line bit by bit.

Unlike the simple white on her body, the color of her lips was very red, even a little purple, as if this was her final resistance to Fu Shaoyu.

The sound of a door opening came from behind.

The man's voice was defiant, but also a little proud . " I heard you wanted to see me."

Jiang Zhimiao turned around and looked at Fu Shaoyu with cold eyes, "Didn't you send those photos to force me to bow down to you and meet you?"

Fu Shaoyu raised his eyebrows and took a step forward. He walked into the house and turned on the light. "So you have figured it out?"

Jiang Zhimiao's lips trembled. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips and said in a cold and hard voice , " If I can't figure it out, are you going to attack Aunt Yun next?"

Fu Shaoyu gave an ambiguous smile, "Yes."

Jiang Zhimiao's hands grasped her dress and she spoke slowly , " If I follow you, will you let her go?"

This signal was undoubtedly a sign of surrender. Fu Shaoyu became visibly more excited. He took a step forward and held Jiang Zhimiao's shoulder with one hand.

"see your performance."

Jiang Zhimiao's lips suddenly tightened as she watched Fu Shaoyu's face move closer and closer.

When the warm lips were about to fall, she suddenly turned her face away and let her lips brush against hers.

Jiang Zhimiao still couldn't stand being touched by Fu Shaoyu.

Stretching out her hands, she pushed him away.

The relaxed atmosphere suddenly fell into a deadlock.

Fu Shaoyu stood up and said sarcastically , " Why, you invited me here just to see you being a whore and still pretending to be a saint?"

Jiang Zhimiao paused for a moment.

Fu Shaoyu looked downward. The orange light illuminated the woman's slender waist and her breasts that were about to burst out from under her white dress. His breathing became heavier. He reached out his hand and grabbed Jiang Zhimiao's arm.

Jiang Zhimiao was unable to dodge and was grabbed by Fu Shaoyu and dragged to the bedside.

He threw her on the big bed.

Jiang Zhimiao's mind went blank for a moment, and he saw the man's hand on his belt, and his figure came over.

Instinctively, she crawled to the other side of the bed as if escaping.

However, Fu Shaoyu grabbed her ankle with one hand and restrained her there.

Jiang Zhimiao raised her slender arms above her head. She was so angry that her whole body was shaking. Her eyes were getting redder and she said sternly , " You——"

Fu Shaoyu's patience was already limited, and now Jiang Zhimiao had aroused his animal desires. He was not afraid of her posturing at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to fuck her.

The feeling of the big palm landing on the waist makes people get goosebumps.

Jiang Zhimiao clenched her teeth tightly and said after a while , " Fu Shaoyu, do you really think my adulterer is Xie Rongzhi?"