When Chu Qiao came to her senses, she had already fallen to the ground, feeling a pain in her back.
She bit her lip and looked angrily. She propped herself on the ground and tried to stand up little by little: "Whatever I do, I don't care about your business. What? Did you and Meng Yanchen quarrel? Or did she not want you? You made me angry.
If it happened to me, do you think he will change his mind and come back to you? Do you underestimate yourself too much, or do you value me too much?" Chu Qiao rubbed her painful area and spoke word by word.
asked.
Love cannot be won through hard work.
Hate, anger, anger, so what? It’s not yours, it’s not yours after all!
However, Yang Qiaoyin in front of her didn't think so. As soon as she heard Chu Qiao's words, her face became red with anger. The pride in her eyes disappeared little by little, and instead, resentment grew in her eyes. Anger overwhelmed her reason, and she thought of everything.
She didn't know, she didn't want to think about anything, she just wanted to teach the ungrateful woman in front of her a lesson.
She approached Chu Qiao step by step, raised her hand, and wanted to give Chu Qiao a slap.
But Chu Qiao slapped Yang Qiaoyin faster, and the slap fell cleanly. Chu Qiao could feel that she had used a lot of strength, because not to mention how painful Yang Qiaoyin's face was, the palm of her hand that she slapped was already numb with pain.
, still trembling non-stop.
Yang Qiaoyin covered her face, as if in disbelief.
How dare this woman who looks like a soft persimmon hit her? Chu Qiao is just an Obasan who cleans the room. She is a rising star in the domestic entertainment industry. How dare she insult her like this? Her face hurt, Yang Qiaoyin suddenly thought,
Will my cheeks be disfigured and leave scars?
Thinking about it, she screamed: "You...you woman! I will never, never let you go!" Her eyes turned red and she ran towards Chu Qiao, grabbed her hand and started fighting.
, completely forgetting the identity that he was originally proud of.
Chu Qiao is no longer the Chu Qiao she was three years ago.
She bit her lip and started wrestling with Yang Qiaoyin.
When Yang Qiaoyin bit her, she retaliated by twisting her teeth. She couldn't be bullied, and she couldn't let others bully her. She was not wrong, so why should she be beaten stupidly?
Both of them tried their best to fight.
Several more wounds were added to Chu Qiao's already scarred arms, and Yang Qiaoyin was not feeling well either. There were bruises in several places under her clothes.
"Bang——" The vase on the coffee table fell down, making a harsh sound.
The broken pieces were scattered on the ground. Chu Qiao and Yang Qiaoyin were both barefoot.
Chu Qiao accidentally stepped on a broken piece of porcelain. On the white porcelain piece, bright red blood could not be stopped and flowed out. The feeling of the skin being punctured seemed to be transmitted to the heart through the blood vessels, which was very painful. She
He took a breath and frowned, but Yang Qiaoyin got the upper hand.
When Yang Qiaoyin saw the blood on the soles of Chu Qiao's feet, a hint of wild pride appeared on her lips: "It's bleeding... you deserve it! This is what you get for seducing other people's men!"
Chu Qiao lay on the ground and gritted her teeth and said, "If you want it, take it, I don't want him!" The tears didn't flow down, but her heart still hurt. The pain in her feet and heartache hit her at the same time, and she couldn't tell the difference.
, which one hurts more?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Meng Yanchen had been waiting for Chu Qiao to clean his room, but he could not wait for her to come. So, he was anxious, so he simply waited in the corridor. When passing by 504, he first heard something
There was an unusual noise, and then it turned out to be the sound of porcelain falling.
He was not a nosy person, but he was always worried that something might happen to Chu Qiao inside.
So, he knocked on the door to see what was going on inside.
The door didn't seem to be closed tightly, leaving a gap. Meng Yanchen saw that there seemed to be no response inside, so he pushed the door open and walked in without thinking. Before he took a few steps, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The beige carpet was stained with blood and mottled, like an abstract oil painting.
Two women struggled with each other.
His phoenix eyes narrowed, his lips tightened, and his aura was fierce, like an angry leopard. He bowed his waist slightly and asked angrily: "Stop!" In addition to anger, there was pain in his heart. He saw it clearly.
, the blood on the stall was not Yang Qiaoyin’s, but Chu Qiao’s.
Yang Qiaoyin couldn't see clearly whether it was Meng Yanchen or Meng Yanxi, but she didn't want them to see her as a shrew. She immediately let go of her hands and collapsed on the ground. She was worthy of being the heroine of a bubble idol drama, she said with tears
It came as soon as it came, and the crystal tears fell like pear blossom rain.
She widened her watery eyes and said innocently: "I didn't mean it...it was her, she hit me first! It hurts, my body hurts so much!" Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her skin was delicate and snowy.
Smooth and charming, I felt pity for it when I saw it.
Chu Qiao's uniform had several holes in it, and the scars on her body could no longer be concealed and were exposed.
It’s okay if there’s no comparison, but if there’s a comparison, you’ll just think she’s ugly, disgusting, and unbearable!
Chu Qiao raised her eyes, glanced at Meng Yanchen, and then just covered her soles with her hands. She had to find a way to stop the bleeding in her soles. Anyway, this woman was his new love. What happened to him?
She was not sad. Therefore, she did not cry out in pain, but her frowning eyebrows showed her pain.
"Listen to me... I'm in pain, it's almost unbearable!" Yang Qiaoyin squeezed her tears, hoping that Meng Yanchen would be soft-hearted and pity her, no matter how crazy things she had just done!
Gloom gradually settled in Meng Yanchen's eyes, and the outline of his face became even stiffer and colder. In addition to anger, his heart was also full of pain, aching for Chu Qiao...
Suddenly, with a quick step, Meng Yanchen could no longer suppress his impulse and held Chu Qiao in his arms.
Yang Qiaoyin saw Meng Yanchen walking towards her. She was still crying, but her heart was filled with joy. This meant that Meng Yanchen loved her and cared for her. However, it was at that moment that Meng Yanchen picked up Chu Qiao.
, her full joy was extinguished in an instant.
Did he make a mistake?
Yang Qiaoyin seemed not to believe this evil, and stared at her innocently: "You...did you hug me wrongly?"
Her words also revealed Chu Qiao's inner thoughts. A strong force, before she could react, she had fallen into his generous embrace. The man's breath, and the unique smell of his body, rushed towards her face, just like him
His embrace left her with nowhere to escape.
Now, following Yang Qiaoyin's question, she also raised her head and looked at Meng Yanchen.
Meng Yanchen's eyes were cold and he gave Yang Qiaoyin a hard look: "You, who do you think you are... She is my woman! I don't allow you to touch her!" The only thing he was worried about now was Chu Qiao's foot injury.
There were also scars on her body, and she didn't want to talk nonsense to the woman in front of her.
Originally, he wanted to give this woman something, money and fame, but he was not very stingy.
But, now...
When he takes care of things here, he is destined to ruin the reputation of the woman in front of him.
My woman, unintentional words, four words, just a sentence from his heart. But in an instant, it shocked the two women present.
Yang Qiaoyin's tears stopped instantly, and her red face suddenly turned pale: "Yanchen, am I not your woman? Don't you like me?" She could already feel that the man in front of her was Meng Yanchen.
, not the Meng Yanxi I saw last night.
He gave people the impression of being too strong, something Meng Yanxi didn't have.
Meng Yanchen chuckled lightly, and a trace of disdain and disdain flashed through his eyes: "I have never said I love you! Moreover, I have never touched you! How can you be my woman?" After that,
He never looked at Yang Qiaoyin who almost collapsed.
Turned around, left 504, and headed towards 511.
He really wanted to seek justice for Chu Qiao, but he was very worried about her injuries. Blood seeped out from the soles of her feet, dyeing her feet red. His heart only felt sour, as if his heart was being beaten by a steel wire.
It was scratched hard, very fast, the wound was very small, and the pain was really unspeakable.
Now he just wants to help her clean her wounds.
Holding Chu Qiao on his side, he walked into 511 and Pengdi closed the door. Meng Yanchen put Chu Qiao on the double bed, and the soft bed sank with her weight. At first, Chu Qiao was held by Meng Yanchen.
Because I was subconsciously afraid that I would fall, I put my arms around Meng Yanchen's neck.
The breath between him and her was so close that if they heard anything, all they could hear was the sound of breathing.
She fell on the bed with him at the same time, and he covered her body. His eyes gradually became aroused, and his eyes felt flowing, and his throat felt tight.
Chu Qiao, on the other hand, did not dare to look into Meng Yanchen's eyes and only dared to look at his thin lips. However, as she looked at her, her heart was still beating uncontrollably. The sound of 'dong dong dong' was heard endlessly. She thought, Meng Yan
Chen must be able to hear it. As a result, his face became redder and his heart beat faster.
Thunder from the sky and fire from the earth.
Not caring so much, without any scruples, his kiss fell on her lips.
Three years, longing, love, anger, lust, everything turned into this one kiss. Tenderness, he couldn't wait anymore, he roughly pried open her lips, his tongue went straight in, looking for her uvula, and when he found her, he couldn't help but
Let her go easily, and vow to fight her to death.
His kiss was so hot that it seemed to melt her completely. Her tongue was numb and her lips were red and swollen.
The sweet taste of blood slowly spread in their mouths, and they couldn't tell whether it was hers or his.
However, Meng Yanchen didn't want to stop at all.
He thought it was just a brief taste, but he didn't expect that a little exploration could easily arouse his desire for her, making him unable to extricate himself. Only she, Chu Qiao, could make him lose control like this.
He loved her, maybe when he first met her in a dark night bar, maybe during a beauty pageant, maybe a little later.
I can’t explain it clearly, but love is so unforgettable.
In the past three years, he almost thought that he was no longer like a man, his desire was not as high as before, and he could not even lift his spirits.
Now, he understands that it's not that he doesn't have desires.