"I'm tired. The door probably needs to be replaced. Let's find someone to fix it tomorrow." She seemed to be telling him to herself, but she stood frozen in front of the window, holding her hands in front of her chest, as if this could dispel his pressure.
The coldness on her body.
"Huh! It's time to get tired. A woman can withstand a lot of torture. But no matter what, I'm still in good spirits!" As he said that, he moved and walked towards her, his cold silhouette emerging from the shadows.
Emerging, the chin sharpened by the light becomes more and more sculpture-like.
Qingwu backed away, a little scared. He looked like a man-eating demon when he became fierce, but after a few steps, she could no longer retreat, and her back touched the window.
He was still approaching her, his fierce gaze never knew how to be subtle, he was gnawing at her as if he wanted to peel her skin and bones, and pierced her thin pajamas like a gangster, revealing all her beautiful body under the pajamas.
fundus.
She hated that he looked at her like this, his unkind look looked scary and sinister, which was no different from the way her half-brother, a gangster, treated her. Thinking of this, she couldn't bear it, and almost begged him pitifully,
"Ling Yansen, I'm really tired. Can we talk about anything tomorrow? You go back to your room, I really want to sleep."
His eyes froze, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Her pitiful pleas turned over in his mind, and his heart skipped a beat. However, that trace of hesitation quickly disappeared.
He walked up to her and looked down at her, just like Satan looking down on the common people. His eyes were like the tip of a cold knife, pressing against her eyeballs and asking, "Where did you go tonight? What did you do? Who did you meet?"
Why are you coming back so late? Why didn't you ask the driver to take you off? Who did you make an appointment with?"
A series of questions hit her, and she suddenly felt dizzy.
Seeing that she remained silent, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. With a big hand, he pinched her chin with his iron-hard fingers and lifted it up. Severe pain hit her, and Qingwu wrinkled her face, with tears in her eyes.
When I moved, I felt that the place where Yu Xiaohai had been restrained before was so painful that it was about to break. "Stop, Ling Yansen, what are you doing? It hurts, I hurt..."
His red eyes were as if he hadn't heard anything. He simply couldn't tolerate her deception and indifference. He was always the only one who controlled everything. He deceived others. Who gave this woman the courage? She dared to pee on his head and put a cap on him.
A shiny cuckold! He was going to torture the man who was hugging her, seize him, and cut him into pieces!
"Tell me, wife, think about it carefully and tell me carefully. Where did you go tonight? What did you do? Who did you meet?" He fell into a completely stubborn state, his eyes swept across her bruised neck, and then down.
He coveted but forced himself not to covet her delicate butterfly-like clavicle, which was also covered in blue and purple! His eyes suddenly darkened, and the dark cave as deep as a black hole shot out an extremely gloomy light, and there was a pile of anger in his body.
They gathered into a volcano and exploded with a bang. The magma rolled and melted everything!
How could she do this! How dare she do this!
The hand holding her chin loosened, and Qingwu just felt better. The next moment, her neck was strangled by him, and she was clenched tightly in his mouth. She was coughing, thrashing, struggling, breathing quickly, and she was breathing heavily.
Qi Shao said, "Ling Yansen...Ling Yan...you..."
His sharp eyes suddenly filled with a strong sense of ridicule. He didn't know whether he was mocking her more or mocking himself more. The mist was thick, and inadvertently, a faint sadness emerged. With all his strength, she struggled harder and harder,
He admired it solemnly, and there was no trace of wantonness on his devilish face. The sinking arc on the outline expressed all the depression. He forced her to a desperate situation, and his tone was full of acrimonious sourness, "That's all it takes for you to explain clearly.
Is it difficult? Who are you protecting? Well? Duan Qingwu, who the hell are you protecting in front of me? Tell me!"
She just felt cold in her heart and her toes were tense, as if she would die in the next second. She smiled, but tears overflowed, and she looked at him with a blank look as he went crazy, gently, with difficulty, and refused to show weakness even to the death.
, "Mr. Ling, as you said, this is a transaction, please... ahem... please put your position in order, you can continue to live and die in the flowers, and I, anyone, also have my private life to live! In addition to official business, other
Is it necessary to report to you?"
Anyway, I want to report to you, but do you have the patience to listen? I just experienced a catastrophe, I was kidnapped, I went to the police station, I saw my mother, and my tears flowed like a river... Are you interested in this?
If you don't really care, why bother asking in a fake way.
Ling Yansen was stunned. He didn't expect her to be so tough. He suddenly panicked. He who had always had everything under control suddenly became at a loss. He didn't know what to do with the woman in his hands. For the first time, in a woman's hands,
On the other hand, he was defeated.
There is no precedent in history.
He slowly let go of his hand and let her fall to the ground to take a deep breath. He then squatted down and stood in front of her like a towering mountain, blocking all light. There was not much expression on the dark outline like the sea.
The ferocious cheeks had an expression that surpassed all other expressions. It was so complex, mixed with melancholy, and more of an unknown loss.
The two people looked at each other, speechless.
Finally, he stared at her neck, his eyes strangled the ambiguous bruises, and murmured, gritting his teeth, "Okay! Duan Qingwu, you're so damn good!"
At some point, he actually had a handkerchief in his hand. He picked up the handkerchief and carefully wiped the hand that had just touched her, from the fingers to the tiger's mouth, the palm to the back of the hand, not sparing an inch.
The expression on his face was always light to indifferent, mixed with deep contempt and disgust.
Qingwu stared blankly at his extremely elegant movements, trying her best to ignore the implication of the mysophobia in this movement, but it was to no avail. She sneered, and her delicate and graceful jaw trembled with anger. He thought she was dirty.
?He actually thought she was dirty!
When she came to her senses, he had turned around. Gao Jun's thin but smooth back, carrying the deep night, was dangling in her eyes, so mottled and so deep. Then she gritted her teeth and roared fiercely at his back, "
I'm the one who deserves to take a hundred and eighty thousand showers! Bastard, bastard!"
Sooner or later she would be pissed off by him. She was convinced.