Liang Yimo didn't want to be the moonlight in front of the bed, nor did she want to be the mosquito blood. She just wanted to be herself, the arrogant and arrogant Liang Yimo.
She has her own dignity and doesn't want to be influenced by others.
That's it.
Nights like this are the most depressing. After Ye Chen finished his last stir, a stream of heat was released into Liang Yimo's body, and he finally pressed heavily on her and gasped. Liang Yimo had already fainted, and her face was full of
Exhausted, I was lying there quietly at this moment, my long eyelashes were like broken dolls in my eyes, it was very quiet.
Only at this time, Ye Chen looked at her quietly. Her lips were red and a little swollen, and the light and heavy bruises on her body were all left when he lost control. He just wanted to punish her, she
It always irritates him.
Ye Chen turned over and lay on the bed. With a hiss, the wound on his body had split open, and new white flesh was turning outward. There was yellow pus flowing from the wound, and there were scratches on the side.
She grabbed it on purpose to make him feel pain.
She was the first woman to make him bleed.
Also the last one.
But this was just like her style. Ye Chen thought about the wildcat-like woman they were in the alley outside F University. Her claws were also very sharp. She was the first to hit him when she was so big.
Women will also be the last.
She became his woman initially because of her similarity to Shen Jiayao, so she could forget about her.
He didn't want to drink to drown his sorrows, but he wanted to live in a drunken dream.
When he discovered that it was so easy to forget a woman who had been with him for six years, he coincidentally knew that she was the girl he met when he was a boy. Before he met Shen Jiayao, he had been looking for her. After discovering that Shen Jiayao had a pair of
After seeing similar eyes to that girl, he gradually forgot to look for it, but he still went to the Mediterranean every year. When he knew that she was the girl he was looking for, she had become his woman, even though he used
Despicable means. From that moment on, he just wanted to put the best in the world in front of her and pamper her.
For a period of time, Ye Chen missed the days when Jing Yun was with her. During that period, they spent time together, and when she was drunk, she declared her love to him loudly. At that time, he felt that he had lived for more than twenty years and only had those days.
A moment is the most perfect, so what went wrong?
Thinking of every time they met and every sarcastic remark, she was like a dormant cat, just waiting at the critical moment to give him a fatal blow or hurtful words to make him lose control.
"Really? I like Han Siyou more than you. He is a hundred times better than you in bed. I like him treating me like that more than you..."
"Doing it with you makes me want to puke!"
Ye Chen looked at Liang Yimo who had fallen asleep with confusion. She used to love him so much and wanted to stick to her every day. How could she be willing to give her body to other men to enjoy? Even so, he still didn't plan to let her go.
"Liang Yimo, what exactly do you want me to do with you?"
At this moment, even he himself couldn't figure out what she meant to him.
When the morning sun climbed over the head of the bed again, the person on the bed moved, and it took a long time before he slowly opened his eyes.
My whole body hurts as if it is falling apart, my waist is sore and my back hurts. Whenever I move, my body will be pulled and it will cause pain.
Liang Yimo sat up from the bed and put on dry pajamas under the silk quilt. Her body seemed to have been cleaned and felt much drier. After looking around the room for a week, Liang Yimo realized that this was not a hospital at all. There was a tall ginkgo outside the window.
It is late autumn now, the golden leaves of the tree are dazzling, and the eyes are shining directly in, and it is warm.
The figure appearing at the door interrupted the beauty of this moment, and Liang Yimo's expression turned cold, "Where is this?"
Ye Chen walked to the bedside with elegant steps, "This will be your home from now on."
Liang Yimo raised his head in astonishment. After digesting his words, he turned cold and mocking again, "What? How do you want to imprison me again? Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"
Ye Chen put his hands into his neatly pressed trouser pockets, looked at her on the bed, and said coldly, "You have no choice now. If you don't want your mother to get into trouble, just stay here peacefully for me!"
Liang Yimo rushed up from the bed, grabbed Ye Chen's collar, and asked, "What on earth did you do to my mother? Ye Chen, do you have any humanity? Why did my mother provoke you? Tell me..."
Liang Yimo couldn't calm down as long as it was about her mother. Ye Chen seized on her weakness, pushed Liang Yimo away impatiently, and fell on the bed, "As long as you obey me, your mother will be safe. I don't believe you."
You can try it!”
Liang Yimo got up from the bed and wandered around the room, looking for his bag. After searching to no avail, he turned back and asked the man sitting on the bedside, "Where is my bag? Where did you take my bag?"
Ye Chen frowned, "Throw it away, how much is your broken bag worth?"
"Why do you throw things at me? Why do you?" Liang Yimo felt like she was going crazy. She just couldn't stand his tyranny.
Ye Chen grabbed the snarling woman in front of him, restrained her, and took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket, "Are you looking for this?"
Liang Yimo grabbed the phone, walked to the bed, and dialed his mother's number. After waiting for a long time, someone picked up the phone. Cao Qinmo's sweet voice came from inside, "Xiao Mo, why didn't you come back last night?"
Liang Yimo turned back and glanced at Ye Chen beside the big bed before calming his breathing, "Mom, nothing happened at home?"
"What could happen to me? What unlucky words to ask. I was so anxious when you didn't come home last night. After Si You called you and didn't answer, you called me all the time." Cao Qinmo poured water on her.
Hua asked worriedly.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll call you back later." Liang Yimo hung up the phone.
She opened the address book on her phone and found that there were more than fifty missed call reminders and a dozen messages, all from Han Siyou. She sent him a message back, saying that she would call him later if she had nothing to do, and then put away her phone.
After making sure her mother was fine, she walked out the door without looking back.
Ye Chen did not stop him, but opened the video tool in the room, "Are you so sure that your mother is safe?"
The video was connected, and the voice of the conversation came over, "Young Master Ye, you're ready."
Liang Yimo turned around and saw the scene in the video at a glance. Two black cars were parked in front of an apartment. Several tall men in black were standing in front of the cars. The place was very familiar. It was where they were living.
At the door of the apartment, Liang Yimo panicked, "What do you want, let your people evacuate, don't disturb my mother."
Ye Chen stared at the picture in the video, sitting there condescendingly, as if he were a king, and raised the corners of his mouth evilly, "Your mother's heart seems to be bad, I can't guarantee that as soon as my people rush in, she will
My heart can bear it."
Liang Yimo rushed to the video in panic. The group of people had already walked towards the door. She could not calm down anymore. She looked anxiously at the man on the bed and prayed, "Ask them to evacuate quickly. I will agree to whatever you ask for..."