He stared at her coldly, his eyes cruel and bloodthirsty, like a ferocious cheetah, seeming to tear the other person into pieces. His cold and cruel aura was overwhelming, making her body feel like a wave in the wind.
The fallen leaves began to tremble
This man was like an ancient emperor who had the power of life and death. With just one order, blood would flow like a river.
"Take back what you just said"
"Yes...I'm sorry." The female teacher's voice gradually became quieter. She was so frightened that she was afraid of the weak. She felt dizzy for a while and fell to the ground with a "pop".
Useless woman!
Ling Ye snorted twice disdainfully
Meng Xinran's pupils shrank violently. She put her hand on the stiff arm and felt a sense of relief. It was really weird. She knew how scary this man was, but she couldn't think of anyone else except him.
Who can find Xiao Mo?
She would not be able to bear the slightest accident to her beloved one!
"Mr. Ling, please find Xiao Mo... please." She looked miserable and helpless, holding him tightly with a pair of slender white arms, as if a drowning person saw the driftwood in life.
His eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His rough hands originally wanted to pull her away, but somehow they accidentally touched her back and patted her gently, as if to comfort her.
He felt inexplicably irritable. He must have been possessed by a poison. Otherwise, why would he be so cruel to this woman?
He turned his head and let her lie on his chest. His tears wet the front of his shirt. His resolute chin was still some distance away from the jet-black hair, but the faint fragrance still penetrated his nose easily.
, penetrate into every corner
He felt that the wet area on his chest suddenly became hot, as if it were hot iron being roasted on a fire.
008 Wu Ting’s Conspiracy
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Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, wetting the broken window coffins. Mottled water stains passed through the gaps and splashed on the ground. In the corner, the yellowed wall was soaked in an instant.
Ling Ye didn't expect that she would live in this place. The old and dilapidated building has been included in the government's planning area for demolition. The dusty kitchen, scattered pots and pans, and the smallest room.
His tall body actually occupied half of the living room. No, this shouldn't be called a living room, at least in his eyes.
A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped into the bedroom. This man seemed not to understand politeness, and he seemed to be strolling in the garden casually.
He picked up the photo on the bedside. It was a family photo, with her, Xiao Mo and...her brother in it.
If he hadn't known that Xiao Mo was his son early on, he even thought that the boy in the photo was his childhood self.
Thinking of this, his eyes were a little dim, but in an instant, they were replaced by a fierce look.
"Your brother is not dead yet?" The sarcastic words were like a sharp knife piercing her heart. She walked out of the kitchen, the hand holding the tea cup shook, and she quickly regained her composure.
It's a pity that she underestimated this man too much. Every move she made, even a subtle expression, could not escape his eyes.
"He used to be quite a jerk...now he has learned well and recently signed up for a training class."
"Really?" Ling Ye raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
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