[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６９ＨＵ.ＣCOM] She put on her shoes and was about to go out, when a cold question suddenly came from behind her: "Where are you going?"
A foot that has just healed from a broken bone is not suitable for walking long distances. Doesn’t this woman know?
"go out for a while."
An invisible force slowly approached, "I'm here to see your little boyfriend."
The sarcasm and disdain in her tone made her clench her fists, and her temper hardened unknowingly, "So what? I promised to be your bed partner, but I didn't promise you not to see him."
"You are enjoying yourself under me, but you are thinking about another man." His eyes narrowed dangerously.
She turned back and smiled coldly, "Mr. Rong, please make it clear that this is just a transaction between us. Do you still think that I will fall in love with you?"
He grabbed her chin violently, "What belongs to me, Rong Shen, can only be my own."
He picked her up and pressed her onto the soft bed regardless of her struggles. Everything, everything was his!
So is the body, and so is the mind!
During the whole process, she kept tilting her head and not looking at him. Even when he was racing in her body most ferociously, she only frowned slightly. Her indifference completely angered him.
He turned over and forced her to kneel on the bed with her back on his back. This method of invasion satisfied him to a great extent with the pleasure of revenge. He wanted her to remember that he was her first man.
"Qiao Yimu, if you continue to act like a dead fish, don't even think about operating on your little boyfriend. He will die soon."
She closed her eyes and smiled bitterly. Yes, at this time, what else could she resist? Their fate was in the hands of this man. He could kill or kill, he could control the soul...
She stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, and slightly raised her head under his plunder. With her slightly closed lips, silky eyes, and a hint of pleasure amidst the pain, the beast in his body was awakened again, and she leaned down.
He grabbed her red lips with his body and penetrated her more powerfully.
It was a morning full of passion and plunder. Some suppressed emotions exploded in the air, and finally disappeared without a trace.
He wanted to pull away but accidentally caught a glimpse of her frown. He wanted to ignore it, but finally asked: "What's wrong?"
She tilted her head, did not answer, and touched her injured leg with a small white hand.
Did such intense exercise cause her to relapse into old injuries?
He sat up and held her calves skillfully with both hands. She shrank back in resistance.
"Don't move." After saying that, he massaged her with skillful techniques.
These days, he has nurses giving her massages every day. Even if he doesn't practice it himself, he has mastered a lot of theoretical knowledge.
Faced with his sudden meticulousness, she turned her head to the side a little stiffly. He was indeed moody. One second he was demanding her fiercely, but the next second he was taking care of her like a considerate boyfriend.
The injured girlfriend, this kind of charity is just too heavy and too pale for her!
She doesn't need it.
Rong Shen stood up slowly, took the quilt on one side and threw it on her, while taking away her phone and spare key.
"You stay here and you are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission."
Sure enough, this is his true side.
"Are you going to imprison me?"
"You can think whatever you want."
He was just afraid that her running around would aggravate the injury on his leg. Even he himself didn't know the reason.
He locked the door when he went out.
Hearing the cold closing of the door, she slowly buried her head in the quilt. She didn't even have the right to regret it.
Hospital!
You Yang is sitting on the bed drawing. What he drew today is a memoir, recalling their high school days!
The doctor walked in with a happy face, dancing as if he had won five million, "Xiaoyou, good news."
You Yang put down his brush and was amused by his appearance, "Uncle, is it because you have a second spring?"
"You brat, I'm so old, how can I have a second spring? This is your second spring."
"Me?" You Yang pointed at himself in disbelief.
His spring is only wood, no matter withered or prosperous.
The doctor said: "A charitable organization has donated funds to my project, which can support me to study abroad and allow me to take a patient to them for heart transplant surgery."
"Congratulations, uncle."
"Congratulations." The doctor paused, "Are you willing to be a patient in this 'experiment'?"
You Yang was stunned for a moment, "Me? Is that okay?"
"Of course. You are the patient I have been responsible for. Moreover, you are so young, courageous, and promising. This opportunity is tailor-made just for you."
"After heart transplant surgery, can I live like a normal person?" You Yang was a little excited. The first thing that came to his mind was that Mumu no longer had to suffer for him, let alone being an 'experimental' product, even if he was told to do it.
This operation would cause death immediately, and he was willing to try it.
"Of course! By the way, let me introduce you to the investors of this project." The doctor walked to the door very politely and seemed to say something to the people outside. Soon a man walked in, wearing very casual clothes.
It is not difficult to see that the suit is of great value. His deep and aloof eyes are like sharp arrows that penetrate people's hearts. As soon as he glanced at You Yang's face, he felt like something cold was brushing past him.
"Xiao You, this is Mr. Rong, the investor of this project. Your ability to go abroad for surgery depends on his arrangements." The doctor introduced enthusiastically.
You Yang said "thank you".
Rong Shen pulled up the chair on the side and sat down, naturally folding his long legs, and his cold eyes fell on him.
A very handsome and clean boy, he is also very young, but he is only skinny and bones tormented by the pain, and his eye sockets are sunken deeply. He has a drawing board next to him. Looking at it from this angle, he can just see the drawing.
There is a boy and girl holding hands on the paper, and the smile on the girl's face is like a flower blooming with fragrance.
What wonderful memories!!!
Mumu got up from the bed, walked to the window and looked down.
Nineteenth floor...
She doesn't want to become a meatloaf yet.
However, Rong Shen locked the door again and took away her mobile phone. This man was really unreasonable.
She hasn't seen You Yang for a long time and doesn't know how his health is. She has been calling and sending text messages these days, but she doesn't feel at ease if she doesn't see him.
You have to find a way to let Rong Shen regain his freedom.
Mumu walked around the room, her head almost spinning, and finally she stopped in front of the refrigerator.
Last time she cooked breakfast for Rong Shen, she vaguely noticed that he seemed to be in a particularly good mood that morning. Did Rong Shen like the food she cooked?
Mumu guessed like this, and kept doing nothing. She opened the refrigerator door and found some ingredients. Fortunately, everything was available here, and they were fresh and high-quality.
When Rong Shen came back, he naturally put the key aside. He was bending to take off his shoes. As soon as he leaned over, a scent of fragrance rushed into his nostrils. He looked up in confusion. In the semi-open kitchen, Mu Mu was wearing an apron.
She was carefully scooping out the soup in the pot with a spoon, gently blowing away the hot air, and then took a small sip. It seemed to be just the right amount of salty, and she raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.
When he looked at it, he was stunned!
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Myna is out, so I’ll update this chapter today. Be careful to prevent heatstroke when it’s hot.