Shi Sheng lost his book.
Dressed as the sickly male counterpart in an ancient bloody novel.
I can't lift my shoulders, I can't resist, and I have to hold my chest and gasp for three minutes to climb the stairs.
In order not to die so early, he worked as a tool butler for Jing Heng for more than ten years.
Finally, on the day Jing Heng became the head of the family, he saved up a huge pension, but ended up spending a night of ridiculous indulgence.
He and Jingheng...
Asleep? ! !
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Shi Sheng tried to pretend that this incident never happened.
He told Jing Heng, "I was planning to go back to my hometown. No one other than you and me will know about this."
"Don't worry, young master." Shi Sheng lowered his eyes and looked respectful, "It won't affect your relationship with your future wife."
At that time, Jing Heng held a cigarette between his fingertips, his eyes were heavy, and he already carried the majesty of the family master in his movements.
"No, there are cameras in the room."
"You can't leave until the murderer is found."
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Shi Sheng believed it.
He could only stay in his previous room.
But as time went on, more and more things went wrong.
My hands and feet were always sore and weak. No matter where I went, I felt like someone was watching me. One day I even came out of the shower and found a large number of hickeys on my back.
Spreading from the shoulders and neck all the way down, the bruises were obviously superimposed day after day.
He stumbled to Jingheng's study, saying that he was leaving tonight.
But the study was not closed tightly. Through the crack in the door, Shi Sheng heard Jing Heng's low and hoarse voice:
"He can't leave."
"You don't know how much I want to lock him up."
Demining
1. A bloody stew, an ancient taste of robbery
2. Satisfy the author's xp, if not, just go to the upper left corner
Screenshot of the copy on 24.11.14
Purpose: The humble life of a working man
