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Chapter 165 The Cruel Man

What are the obligations between husband and wife?

Hold your son's hand and grow old together; support each other and be dedicated to you.

He------Emperor Yin Ying has never performed any obligations between husband and wife from the beginning to the end!

What we are about to fulfill at this moment is just the sexual obligations between husband and wife!

Haha, I really don’t know if he has a sperm brain or something? Apart from superficial ‘exercise’ and ‘exercise’, what else does he do every day???

With a 'tear' sound, Emperor Yin Ying pulled hard with his big hand, and the clothes on her chest were opened to both sides, exposing her full and round breasts.

There was no cover, no shyness, Qianxi frowned, grabbed the corner of Emperor Yin Ying's clothes with both hands, pulled hard, and pressed on him like a guest: "Don't you think you are superficial?!" Condensed

The sound came out, and her eyes were radiating with a compelling luster.

"I'm superficial??" Emperor Yin Ying seriously questioned Qianxi who was riding on him.

"Yes! Let's just say that you, Emperor Yin Ying, are very superficial!!!!!" She moved her body back, grabbed Emperor Yin Ying's collar with both hands and lifted it hard: "Look at you, what do you look like all day long?

What does it look like? You only know how to eat, drink, play and have fun. Apart from the flexibility of your lower body, how else can you be flexible? You are an animal who only knows how to 'drill holes' with your lower body!"

After pausing for a moment, the suppressed anger in her heart surged more and more, and bloodshot eyes appeared in her eyes: "So what if I encountered misfortune when I was a child? So what if no one loves me? There are many people who have encountered misfortune!

There are so many people you love, do you think you are the only one??"

"Maybe you are strong and capable, but in the eyes of everyone, including the eyes of the people you like, you are just a loser who cannot hold up the wall!"

"If you want love and want others to love you with all their heart, you have to prove to others that you are worthy of being loved, you idiot!!!!"

Qianxi's voice was harsh, heart-breaking, and came from the bottom of her heart, echoing throughout the bedroom.

She may not even know where she got the strength to teach Emperor Yin Ying, nor how she could give such a courageous lecture as Qianxi.

However, when it reached Emperor Yin Ying's ears, it was like a wake-up call, extremely shocking...

"Ha..." A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he opened Qianxi's hands that were holding his clothes...

His face was gloomy, his head lowered, and his cold and arrogant eyes gradually raised: "Did father tell you everything?" After asking calmly, before Qianxi could reply, he nodded with a smile: "

That's great...it proves that father likes you very much."

"But..." The big hand slowly raised, before Qianxi could react, he turned his eyebrows, quickly hugged her waist, and pressed her down... "Father has told you how he used himself

My son’s?”

"Did father tell you that he has discovered my 'power', but he is afraid that after I take charge of everything, I will rebel against him, so he will always suppress me, eh?!!!!?"

It's not that she didn't see what Emperor Yin Ying said.

What the old man took advantage of was his filial piety. However, what he said next can be understood as...

The old emperor in ancient times was about to abdicate when he reached his age, but he was unwilling to accept it and could only choose a puppet son to inherit his throne? No matter how capable the son was, as long as he was disobedient, the final result would be -------

--A dead end!!!

Ah……

Emperor Yin Ying is really sad. His sadness is not only the memories of his loveless childhood, but also his desire to love his father, but he was rejected by his father time and time again!

Thinking back to what Yin's father talked to him yesterday, what was the purpose of it?

Could it be that... I felt in my heart that I was indebted to my son, and I was afraid that my son would rebel against him, so I asked myself to tame Emperor Yin Ying and become a 'puppet'? Then what am I? An outstanding 'puppet master'?

Oh, what an irony!

"Qianxi..." His tense body gradually relaxed, and his gloomy and condensed expression revealed a faint smile: "For my current performance, I can only explain it by saying 'the time has not come yet'!"

"The time has not come yet?" Looking at his mysterious eyes, Qianxi frowned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"You don't need to understand!" Standing up quickly, Emperor Yin Ying glanced at her seductive figure coldly, then quickly turned his back to her: "Ugly thing, tie your clothes quickly. See

I just want to vomit!"

"You!!!!!" She was sulking in her heart and couldn't say it out. She clenched her fists and quickly tied her clothes.

"Ugly, I have good news and bad news for you."

As soon as Yin Yindi said these words, she paused when she was fastening the third button...

Turning her eyes slightly, she looked at Emperor Yin Ying who had his back turned to her without confusion: "What?"

"The good news is..." A sad smile appeared on Emperor Yin Ying's handsome face. This smile seemed so sad and painful, but Qianxi behind him could not see it: "Starting today

, I will stay at home honestly and cooperate with you in everything, just as making up for the harm done to you."

Well……

After Emperor Yin Ying said this, she was stunned...

Ignore what he said later about 'compensating for his own harm', because he is hurting himself now.

The previous sentence undoubtedly means that he has decided to give up on the silver-faced woman, which means that he can control the power of the Yin family as soon as possible??

Qianxi was only focused on being happy and never paid attention to Emperor Yin Ying's mood and tone when he said these words. "What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is..." His face darkened, he slowly turned around, and looked directly at Qianxi with his cold eyes. In the dark night, his eyes looked full of domineering luster: "From today on, you are not allowed to talk to Qianxi.

See you in the cold!!!"

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Leng Liehan gradually left the Yin family villa area holding the portrait of the silver-faced woman.

He stopped walking and looked at the vehicles rushing by on the highway. His gentle expression suddenly evoked a bright fox smile: "Flowers growing in a greenhouse simply don't know what it means to have a sky high and a high sky!!!"

Holding the picture scroll created by Chiba Mizuki tightly, he reached out and took a taxi and went straight to the last exhibition room...

There was no one at the door of the dark exhibition room, and it was quiet. He looked around with cold and sharp eyes, walked to the door in a few steps, and kicked open the door of the exhibition room with a 'bang'.

In the quiet art gallery, every step he took was echoed by the pressing footsteps. Until he reached the end of the corridor on the second floor, he raised his arm, smashed the glass of the studio with a 'pop', and reached out to open the door from the inside.

Door.

"Who?" The studio was completely bright, and Chiba Mizuki, who was working on a painting, heard a strange sound and turned around quickly. When he saw it... "It's you!"

"Huh?" A faint sinister smile appeared at the corner of Leng Liehan's mouth. He held the portrait of the 'Laurel Goddess' in one hand and walked towards him in small steps: "Are you really here?"

"What are you doing?" He glanced at him up and down and said sarcastically: "Are you still painting your crappy paintings?"

Upon hearing this, Chiba Mizuki became angry: "Shut up, don't insult my work."

"Ha..." He snorted disdainfully, stopped in front of the easel, and quickly picked up the work on the drawing board...

"Give it to me!!!" Chiba Mizuki's unfinished work was once again taken away by Leng Liehan.

"Garbage!" The expressionless Tuan pinched the unfinished work and stood aside angrily. Then, his cold eyes flashed, and with a 'dong' kick, Chiba Mizuki who was sitting on the chair was kicked out.

A few meters away...

'Pa la la...' Things in the house were scattered on the floor, and Chiba Mizuki, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to get up from the ground. 'Cough... cough...' The bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth: "You, what do you want to do?

?”

"Don't do anything." At this time, Leng Liehan seemed to be a completely different person. He no longer had the elegance and gentlemanly demeanor, but only had that frightening devilish aura: "I just want to teach you a lesson!!"

When Chiba Mizuki heard this, the first thing he thought of was... "Enticement told you everything I said??!"

"Enticement??? Hahahahahaha." Leng Liehan raised a sarcastic smile on his face, shook his head pitifully, and slowly squatted in front of him: "You are so pathetic, you don't even know her name, right?

?”

"I..." Chiba Mizuki was unable to refute at all. He indeed didn't even know Qianxi's real name: "Alas!!!" He sighed helplessly, clenched his fist and pounded the ground hard.

"Ha." After sneering, Leng Liehan quickly tore open the drawing paper wrapping the 'Laurel Goddess'... "This painting..."

"What do you want to do????" This work is Chiba Mizuki's most satisfying work inspired by inspiration, and it must not be destroyed by him!

Holding his cold thighs with both hands, he angrily wanted to fight for the painting: "Give it back to me!!!"

Seeing that he cared so much about this work, Leng Liehan could not praise him even more: "You care about it very much?" After the cold words fell, before he could wait for Chiba Mizuki to reply, he painted a little bit of the painting with a smile on his face.

...Tear it to bits bit by bit...

"Ah------------" Chiba Ruishu stood up in one breath and punched Leng Liehan like he was crazy...

There were bloodshot streaks in his eye sockets. Every time he threw a punch, it was all in vain, and he could not even touch Leng Liehan.

"Ha..." Leng Liehan smiled cynically, instead of dodging his attack, he took his fist directly: "If you use a Japanese word to describe you, then you are simply ------

-The end of the crane!"

The most insulting word to men's dignity in Japan is this word. It contains endless humiliation, and only the most useless men are called "sluts."

In an instant, Chiba Mizuki's eyes widened, and his other free hand waved towards him.

The 'bang' punch hit Leng Liehan's face with no mistakes. Chiba Mizuki frowned, wiped the corners of his mouth, tugged on his clothes, and said coldly: "I'm not the tail end of a crane!"

Taking a few steps back, he habitually released the hand holding Chiba Mizuki's fist: "Ha..." Still maintaining that calm smile, he stroked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

Looking coldly at the blood on his fingers, the smile on his face gradually turned extremely cold...

1 minute... 2 minutes... After they looked at each other for 5 minutes, there was a Zen sound outside the window, Leng Liehan's face darkened, he quickly ran up to Qianye Ruishu, jumped up, and kicked Qianye Ruishu out.

out the window...

"Ah..." 'Bang' Chiba Mizuki's blood-stained body broke through the window and landed on a car outside the art gallery.

The quiet street became noisy with this discordant movement.

His blurred eyes wandered left and right, finally focusing on the window on the second floor...

Leng Liehan was standing on the second floor looking at him with an evil smile: "It's not over yet!" His lips parted but he didn't make a sound. He turned around and retreated into the house.

After looking around, he walked to the corridor and opened the doors in the corridor one by one...

When the door of the kitchen in the art studio was opened by Leng Liehan, a creepy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth!

Quickly walking to the gas stove in the kitchen, he pulled out a dagger from behind and separated the gas pipe... "Ha..." He smiled coldly, put away the dagger, and walked out of the gallery in a swagger.

"Hey, crane tail, are you having fun?" Leng Liehan walked towards Chiba Mizuki who was lying dying in the car with a sarcastic smile.

His dilated pupils turned slightly, and he said with difficulty: "I... am not... the tail end of the crane."

"Isn't it? So! Just pretend you are not." Leng Liehan's eyes flashed, he grabbed the corner of his clothes and forcefully dragged the scarred Chiba Mizuki to the grass near the art gallery.

"If you can... just kill me!!!"

After Chiba Mizuki's stubborn words fell, Leng Liehan shrugged his shoulders slightly, stretched out his hand and stepped on his chest: "How could I kill the future Prime Minister of Japan? I just want to give the future Prime Minister a little

It’s just punishment!”

"Heh...heh..." Chiba Mizuki realized that he was so useless. He was easily knocked to the ground and ridiculed by others. Why didn't he learn self-defense skills when he was a child? Why did he want to escape from Japan?

??If he had still stayed in Japan, he might have been the Prime Minister!!!

Chiba Mizuki didn't refute, smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed his eyes helplessly...

Leng Liehan put away his teasing expression, looked at Chiba Mizuki carefully, frowned, and escaped from his pocket with a zippo...

There was a 'click' sound, and Chiba Mizuki quickly opened his eyes, nervously staring at the zippo burning in his hand: "What do you want to do?"

A devilish smile gradually emerged. He held up the zippo in his hand and shook it slightly: "Ah..." With a wave of his hand, the burning zippo made an arc and slowly fell into the gallery...

"No--------------"

'boom-------------'


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