The first day Shen Zhiwei became a widow, she was planning to escape.
She has the brain of a modern architect and a calm and sober calculation. As long as you leave the capital, no one can find a woman who disappeared on purpose.
But she was halfway through the dog hole when someone pulled her out by the collar.
Under the moonlight, Pei Yan smiled carelessly: "Ms. Shen's way of walking is quite unique."
He is the most powerful dandy in the capital, and he is also the one who imprisoned her in Lanyuan. He said she was a gadget he picked up. She would give her money when she was happy, but she couldn't even drink porridge when she was unhappy.
Shen Zhiwei didn't believe this evil.
She ran three times. He chased him three times.
The first time, she got into the dog hole and he blocked the wall.
The second time she fled across the lake, he sealed off the entire city.
The third time, she hid in the embroidery workshop and washed cloth incognito - thinking she had finally succeeded.
But when she finished work that day, she opened the door of her residence and saw a pack of still-warm Dingsheng cakes on the table.
The chair sat him.
He was so thin that he lost his appearance, his eyes were full of bruises, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against a stone:
"Shen Zhiwei, I have been looking for you for seven months."
She thought he was chasing her.
Later I found out that he was waiting for her to look back.
——While he was waiting for her, he turned himself into a puddle of mud.
