The crystal chandelier emit a dazzling light, and the air was silent and cold.

Qin Fei knelt straight in the cold living room, staring blankly at the front.

Suddenly, a cute voice came from the floor:

"It's there, deeper ... it's so comfortable ..."

"Feimo ... no more ..."

The woman's voice carried endless ambiguous temptations, just like a knife that hurt the heart of Qin Fei.

She had married Ye Feimo for three years, and he resisted touching her all the time, but he retrieved Mo Wan only three days, and they did so in an imposing manner, and yelled so loudly.

They were happy in the bed, but she, the right-and-proper wife, was kneeling in the cold living room, waiting for the final judgement.

Her heart twitched and hurt, her heart broken, and her pain is incomparable.

But she couldn't do anything, she could only kneel so humbly, Ye Feimo had said that as long as she knelt for twelve hours, he would forgive her father.

In order to prevent her father from being imprisoned, she endured!

After a heavy night of snow, the ground was white and the cold air eroded from all directions.

In order to punish Qin Fei, he didn't allow her to turn on the heating, Qin Fei was kneeling on the ground in her thin clothes, her face was purple for coldness, and her body was shaking.

The torture both in spirit and body made Qin Fei want to die, but she couldn't. She wanted to save her father. She wanted to save her family.

This night was a cold, lonely and long night...

The sky was twilight, and finally footsteps slowly came from upstairs. Qin Fei raised her puffy eyes and looked at the second floor.

A tall figure appeared at the entrance of the staircase. She didn't sleep all night, and she knelt in the cold living room all night. Her consciousness was a bit fuzzy. If it wasn't for that breath, she would have passed out.

Seeing a man's figure, Qin Fei seemed to see a savior, and she eagerly said, "Feimo, let my father go, please!"

Her voice was cracked, and Qin Fei herself didn't think it sounded like her own.

The man didn't speak, only the footsteps slowly came up from the stairs. After a while, he walked to Qin Fei. The voice was cold, and she couldn't hear any emotion in his voice: "How long have you been kneeling? Huh?"

"Twelve hours, Feimo, you had promised me, and let my father go after kneeling for twelve hours."

"Hehe!" The man was chuckling, his laughter didn't have any emotion, it sounded chilling, "Qin Fei, you've made a mistake. The original words I said last night were that if you knelt for 12 hours, I will forgive your father, but I have never said to let him go! "

His indifferent voice made Qin Fei's heart twitch together. She raised her puffy eyes and looked at the handsome man in front of her. She asked hoarsely: "Feimo, I was wrong, please, please, please let my dad go! I beg you! "

"Beg me? Miss Tang is also should ask for help? Do you have any feeling at this moment?" The man bowed his head slightly, stretched out two fingers to hold her chin. "What did you do in the evening? You should know? Huh? "

He said that with a murderous look.

Qin Fei lowered her head. She didn't know why Ye Feimo said so. She promised that she had never offended Mo Wan, and haven't done anything wrong to her.

Qin Fei tried excusing her, but when she saw Ye Feimo's eyes, she swallowed back the words that reached her mouth.

She was a beggar, she was not a fool. She always knows that beggars are always the humblest.

In order not to make Ye Feimo angry, she couldn't discern. She made her voice trembled and begged with her humble gesture: "Feimo, sorry! I'm wrong! It's all my fault, you can do anything you want to me, please let my dad go! "

"Wanwan had knelt down at your door and asked you to let her dad go. Did you let him go?" Ye Feimo smiled and looked at her, "No. Since you didn't do anything at first, why are you asking me?"

"No... no..."

Mo Wan's accident had nothing to do with Qin's family. Mo's family was involved too much. Qin's family had no contact with Mo. Naturally, there was no reason to go to this muddy water to help Mo Wan. So he refused.

"Feimo!" Qin Fei's explanation had not yet been said, and a soft voice sounded.

Mo Wan, wearing pajamas, came down from the second floor.