Qingwu stood in front of the flower bed waiting for Ling Yansen. It was very cold at night, and she was wearing a thin dress. She left her windbreaker in the dressing room and forgot to pick it up. She was afraid that Ling Yansen wouldn't be able to wait, so she didn't dare to go back to get it.
But time passed by, and she still didn't wait for his car. Her heart gradually became cold. She took out her mobile phone.
Aston Martin was speeding on the highway, the car's ringing was ringing loudly. Ling Yansen glanced at the caller ID, and there was something in his eyes. He was restless, and he stroked his forehead with his slender fingers.
Man Yin smiled and said, "Do you mind if I answer the call?"
Ling Yansen paused, and the scene of her and Xiao Yixiang being intimate in the bamboo forest kept flashing before his eyes. He felt angry and nodded against his will.
Manyin was very happy, her voice was charming to the core, "Hey, who is it?"
Qingwu stiffened suddenly, and something slid down her face. It was wet and cold, and the light salty smell stimulated her, so more liquid came out. She wiped it hurriedly, held her breath, took away the phone, and gently
He sniffed and said, "Let Ling Yansen answer the phone."
A trace of surprise flashed in Man Yin's eyes, this woman is really easy to get hard! She turned her head and looked at the man who was driving but was distracted, and there was a cruel look in her eyes, "Yan Sen is driving, so it's not convenient to answer the phone.
.It was late at night, foggy, and cloudy. Fortunately, he sent me there, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do on my own.”
Listening to her intentional or unintentional ridicule, Qingwu's heart felt like a needle pricking her heart. Her anger could hardly be suppressed. She sneered and gritted her teeth to squeeze out each word, "Then, excuse me!"
Closing the phone, she squatted down weakly, buried her head in her knees, and cried loudly. As she cried, she began to feel stupid. As people grow bigger, why can't their hearts grow harder and harder? It's obviously always going on.
The ground is hurt. Ling Yansen, why do you keep leaving me behind time and time again? Am I so worthless in your heart? I am very sad, do you know?
"Why do you need to stimulate her? Haven't you seen enough of Duan Miaomiao and Zhang Shuzhen's jokes?" Ling Yansen looked forward, his voice a little cold.
Manyin's face changed, "What? Does it make you feel bad if I play with her?"
He paused and didn't answer. He turned over a series of numbers.
"The housekeeper of Villa No. 1 at Qilin Villa? Yes, I am Ling Yansen. You arrange for a driver to drive my Maserati Quattroporte in the parking lot to the entrance of the villa. There is a woman there, take her home."
After hanging up the phone, he felt a little relieved. After all, he had left her behind without saying a word. Thinking of this, he felt empty and uneasy for some reason.
Many years later, Ling Yansen thought, if time could be turned back, if he had not left her out of anger that night, could everything that happened later be avoided?
But even though he was so thoughtful, he couldn't resist the so-called fate. He was always the only one who planned coincidences for others, but he didn't know that God also arranged a huge coincidence for him, so that the already bumpy future for him and her would change.
It will become more thorny.
Qingwu insisted on driving by herself. Maybe it was Manyin's words that had successfully stimulated her, but she didn't believe it. She couldn't go home alone without her man!
When the waiter saw the beautiful woman in front of him, he was crying so hard that he couldn't say anything more, so he gave her the car keys.
Qingwu quickly got on the highway.
However, Ling Yansen forgot that the Maserati President had been locked in the parking lot since he came to Qilin Villa for a birthday banquet three years ago. As time went by, the tires deflated and the gasoline evaporated.
So when Qingwu drove halfway up the mountain, the car stalled and the ignition stopped. In panic, she had to get out of the car and check using the weak light of her cell phone. The night was deep, and there was a strange dead silence around her, which was eerie and scary.
She was a little scared, so she walked around to the front of the car and opened the hood. At this time, there was a creaking sound behind her, and a little yellow light seemed to flash on the leaves on the roadside.
What do you see?
Frightened by this, she became even more frightened. She quickly put down the hood of the car and tried to get back into the car. Before she could turn around, a huge force suddenly appeared behind her. She felt a chill on her neck and pain hit her. Her head was strangled and tilted back.
Go, the phone fell to the ground, she screamed and struggled, and when she grabbed it with both hands reflexively, she realized that the arm wrapped around her neck was a thick, hairy arm. It was frighteningly cold, so she screamed and shouted.
Help, but her mouth was quickly blocked, and there was a rough breathing sound in her ears, and then something pressed against her stomach. She looked down and almost fainted from shock. It was a dagger! It was sharp.
The blade of the knife had pierced her dress...
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