I really don't know anything. The only thing I remember is that I was unconscious when I got off the bus on the highway.

Fu Shenyan looked at me, eyes filled with blood, cold pain, for a long time, he looked up and took a breath, depressed all the emotions in his heart.

"Bang!" The bathroom door was knocked open, Fu Shenyan's slender body came in, and a pair of black eyes fell on me.

"Go away!" I opened my mouth and my throat was killing me.

He spoke in a low voice. "If you don't open the door, I'll hit you!"

"Shen Shu, be obedient and come out!"

But why, why is it so good now, why should I encounter such a thing.

I have a husband, I have children, I have everything I should have, and I will be better and better in the future.

I'm speechless and my heart aches to death. From the beginning to the end, fate has not been put in the past. I thought I could settle down and live a good life.

"Dong Dong..." Fu Shenyan knocked on the door outside, "Shen Shu, don't wash it out. All problems can be solved."

Why do I show up in the hotel and see those disgusting things.

I rubbed every inch of my skin, but I felt sick. I didn't even know who that person was or what happened.

Back in the bedroom, I went directly into the bathroom and began to scrub my body crazily, tears and blood mixed together.

The footsteps stopped, I gritted my teeth, stood up from the ground, took a breath, pressed down the pain, and walked forward step by step.

This sound, I almost roared out, the voice mixed with blood and pain.

Behind me came the sound of eager footsteps. I pressed the pain and said, "leave me alone!"

But did not run a few steps, knelt down on the ground, the knee was dropped loud, bone piercing pain let me wake up a bit.

Back to Shanshui house, as soon as the car stopped, I got off and almost ran to the villa.

Put me on the car, Fu Shenyan pursed his lips and said to the driver, "drive!"

His face was gloomy, bloodthirsty, and merciless. He kicked away all the reporters around him. If the bodyguards didn't stop him, there would be a riot.

Fu Shenyan's face was frightfully cold. Looking at the reporter in front of him, his face was gloomy, "get out of my way!"

That's a sharp question.

A reporter came forward and was pressed back by Fu Shenyan's gloomy eyes. A reporter who was not afraid of death came forward and asked, "Mrs. Fu, someone said that you had a drunken promiscuity last night and spent new year's Eve with an unidentified man. Are you and Mr. Fu having a bad marriage, so you can borrow wine to relieve your worries about drunken promiscuity?"

Obviously someone dug such a big hole ahead of time, waiting for me to jump in.

Just a few minutes' journey, it seems to me that after decades of walking, there are a lot of reporters and media around the hotel.

When he lifted me up, he was fearfully resolute and cold.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand and wiped the tears from my face. "Don't cry, let's go home!"

I looked at him, heart pain began to spread, tears unconsciously whereabouts, really can not say a word.

He squatted beside me, put his coat over me, and his pupils contracted as his eyes fell on the used condom.

He walked up to me in a low voice. "I believe it!"

I pursed my lips, picked me up from the bathroom and put me on the bed. I tried my best to push him away. My mood collapsed. "Fu Shenyan, let me go!"

He put me on the bed, pressed me down, caught me and slapped his hand. His voice was low and cold. "I won't let you go, never!"