It was already dark when Mingyue returned to her home, her feet were worn out, and she was almost exhausted.
After resting against the door for a while, I realized that the yard was empty, as if no one was there.
"Mother Lan, Uncle Chen, where are you? I am Mingyue!"
After calling for a long time, no one came out. Thinking of what Shang Chao said that day, I immediately thought of a bad outcome.
Could it be that he even sold this place?
With no tears left, she slowly sat on the ground. The cold concrete floor could not withstand the coldness in her heart.
After several days of tossing, Ming Yue's body was too tired, and she fell asleep leaning on the door in despair.
After an unknown amount of time, a black car drove up to the door and stopped. The dazzling lights shone on the petite figure curled up at the door.
Mingyue squirmed but did not wake up
A slender man got out of the car, his slightly narrowed eyes were as dark as ink, but as cold as starlight.
Zhong Muyan followed Yehen and got out of the car. Looking at his calm face, a sense of fun slowly rose in his heart.
Hen seems to be very special to this woman. He even put down his work and came out to find her in person.
Yehen didn't say anything. He walked to Mingyue and squatted down, staring at the people on the ground.
The black silk on the back of her head looked messy from running around all day, her clothes were disheveled, and her face was dusty.
But it still makes people feel fresh and moving beauty
Her straight nose is breathing evenly, her slightly opened lips tempt people to kiss her, and her slightly open neckline reveals half of her round, snow-white lips.
He couldn't help but think of that night, those watery eyes, and the ecstasy moans from the body that finally collapsed under him under his domineering and powerful attack.
A strange and proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth
"The more you try to escape, the harder it is to escape!"
She whispered these cold and ghostly words with her thin lips, then stood up and looked at the bright moon as if she were looking down at a stray cat or dog.
When Ming Yue, who was sleeping, heard these words that were chilling to the bone, her body couldn't help but shudder.
Who is speaking? Why does this voice make people feel so scared?
I wanted to open my eyes to see who was talking, but I was too tired and really didn’t want to wake up.
After getting in the car, Ye Hen leaned on the back seat with an expressionless expression.
Zhong Muyan wanted to ask why he didn't take her back
I saw the unusually cold face behind me through the car mirror, and gave up my thoughts.