After getting in the car, Morye immediately started the car. The Maybach drove to Zhuhaiyuan like lightning. Ling Kexin's clear eyes flashed slightly, and before her panicked heartbeat calmed down, Morye dragged her out of the car again.
Then he held her arm all the way like an eagle catching a chick, walking so fast that Ling Kexin's feet barely touched the ground.
"Bang!" Finally arriving in the living room, Ling Kexin was thrown heavily onto the sofa by Mo Ye. Before she could react, he leaned down again and tore her dress apart...
After just hearing a few "hisses", Ling Kexin's chest felt cool. She crossed her arms around her chest, struggling and screaming: "Devil! You are perverted! You are crazy... You must die!"
"Shut up!" Moor Ye suddenly pinched her chin, his hot and cold gaze went straight into her eyes, his voice was as cold as ice, "Little goblin, if you don't mess with me for two days, your skin will itch."
no?"
"I don't!"
"I gave you a chance, why did you violate it?"
"What am I violating?"
"Are you still pretending?" Do you think Moor Ye doesn't know? He spent the whole night looking for her last night, but as for her, she turned off her mobile phone. Fortunately, he didn't find out where they had a room, and her performance in the concert hall today was still...
It's not too much, and he didn't enter the academy with He Xiaoxiao, otherwise, he would have strangled her to death.
"I'm not pretending. My phone is out of battery. My senior and I...are not what you think."
"Where have you gone?"
"Go..." Can you say Yuanyang Lake? Judging from his angry look, if the truth was told, he would definitely be even more angry. Turning her eyes, she said with no confidence, "I just watched a movie all night because I was too tired.
Go home and sleep."
Making it up? Did she make it up? Mo Ye stared at her eyes, but what if he knew she was making it up? If she said anything else, wouldn't she feel even more congested?
Mo Ye approached her angrily, shook off her hands that were wrapped around her chest, and stared at the ginkgo fruit on her chest with his sharp eyes... Fortunately, there was no ambiguous mark on it.
Ling Kexin stared at him, feeling that Mo Ye's gaze was an insult to her dignity. She raised her legs angrily and kicked Mo Ye violently. Unfortunately, as soon as her toes touched the man's waist, her ankles gave way.
One of More Ye's big palms choked her, and he took advantage of the situation to mention it. Ling Kexin fell down on the sofa, and her skirt was lifted up, revealing the spring scenery underneath.
"Let me go...shameless man!" Ling Kexin didn't want to face him in such a shameful posture, because she was visiting her aunt this afternoon and she couldn't guarantee whether her underwear was contaminated with anything.
Mo Ye's eyes narrowed, as if he saw something strange about her body. He leaned over and reached for her leg with his other hand. Ling Kexin sensed his intention and twisted around, feeling ashamed and angry.
"Don't touch me, I'm here to do that!"
Mo Ye sneered: "Have you ever been with him..." Before he could finish asking, his fingertips had already touched the slippery texture. He was stunned for a moment, took out his fingers and looked at it, and the scarlet red was exposed on his eyelids.
It made him a little dizzy.
"Get away!" Ling Kexin took the opportunity to kick, and it hit Mo Ye's chest.
The embarrassed Ling Kexin ignored his eyes widening and his chest heaving angrily, hugging his torn skirt and hurriedly ran back to her room.
"Bang!" Her door was closed and when she wanted to lock it, Ling Kexin suddenly discovered that her door lock was not safe at all.
More Ye glanced at the closed wooden door coldly, and an unknown smile crossed his lips. He stood up, slowly went upstairs, pushed open his bedroom, and found that the clothes he would wear tomorrow were all neatly arranged. The ground was stacked on the bed, and there was a pot of flowers in front of the window. The soil was slightly moist. He stared at the flower pot strangely for a long time, then slowly opened the cloakroom, took a set of casual clothes and walked into the bathroom.
Ling Kexin changed her clothes and was very sad while holding the torn performance clothes. This dress was rented by the club from a clothing store. If it was damaged, she would have to pay for it. She remembered that the list of performance clothes marked the price of this dress as three yuan. One hundred and eighty yuan, although not very expensive, is already a large amount of money for a little girl like her who has no financial resources.
Ling Kexin spread her skirt flat on the bed and looked at it horizontally and vertically. She wanted to sew it up again for tomorrow night's performance, but no matter how much she pieced it together, she felt it was in vain... The claws of the great devil are sharp eagle claws. , if you want to mend the clothes he tore completely, that would be simply a fantasy.
"Damn it, you are not a human being! More Ye, you are not a human being!"
When Mo Ye walked to the door of Ling Kexin's room, he heard constant scolding inside. Although he was used to Ling Kexin's scolding, today was clearly her fault, but she scolded him again and again. This made him very unhappy!
"Bang!" The door was kicked open and he stood majestically at the door.
Ling Kexin was holding a needle and thread in her hand, pricking a pillow. Mo Ye's sudden intrusion made her panic for a moment, and the needle stuck in the pillow did not come out for a long time.
"You scold! You scold again!" More Ye looked at her coldly and crossed his arms.
Ling Kexin was bent over, with her hands on the bed in a ridiculous posture. She looked at Mo Ye and saw that he had changed into a black jacket and a set of blue loose casual clothes, and his black hair was hanging wetly. The temples on his forehead, his dark eyes, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his slightly stretched mandible with a masculine green beard, made him look sexy and charming.
"I...I won't scold you." Ling Kexin didn't dare to read any more and quickly stopped talking.
Mo Ye curled his lips, narrowed his eyes and walked to her bed. Seeing a trace of panic on Ling Kexin's face, he reached out and grabbed her arm, then lifted it and saw a bright embroidery needle in her hand...
He narrowed his eyes and looked down at her pillow, only to find that there was a picture of himself on her pillow. It was a picture, but it could only be said to be his mug shot, as if it had been cut out from some magazine.
He grabbed it and the picture fell. Ling Kexin quickly went to pick it up, but Moerye was faster. He picked up a corner of the picture and saw that his handsome face had been pricked by needles like a hornet's nest...
And a magazine he had placed in the living room had been thrown on the floor of her room. One of the two illustrations in it had a big hole, and the hole happened to be his head.
"Little goblin!" Moor Ye was angry. He threw away the portrait, grabbed her hand holding the needle and twisted it hard. The needle was pointed at Ling Kexin's face.
"No!" The skin on her face felt the coldness of the needle, and Ling Kexin was frightened. She shouted urgently, fear flashing uncontrollably in her eyes.
"Are you afraid?"
"Don't prick me like this." She pursed her lips.
After several "experiments", Ling Kexin found that Moer Ye really liked her "weakness". If she didn't resist stubbornly when he was angry and strong, and showed a pitiful look about to cry, she would generally suffer less. A little pain in the flesh.
I have to say that among Ling Kexin's rules of survival, this one is quite feasible.
What's more, now, she really doesn't want him to use needles to prick her face into a "hornet's nest".
"Then when you stabbed me, did you ever think about not letting go?" Mor Ye still didn't let go.
Ling Kexin's clear eyes were wet, she looked at him aggrievedly and said, "That's a picture, not your real face."
"So, if my face were placed in front of you, you would also want to stab me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Ling Kexin nodded, but when she caught a glimpse of his cold eyes, she immediately shook her head and said, "No, I can't prick you with your eyes open. For example, now... Hey! You catch me
It hurts me, let go!"
The man's exertion made Ling Kexin's wrists bend sore and painful. When her eyes caught sight of the broken skirt on the ground, Ling Kexin became sad again and yelled at him: "Let go! Let go!"
How could Mo Ye let go? He snatched the embroidery needle from her hand, leaned over and pushed her down on the bed. Just when Ling Kexin was trying to figure out what he was going to do, a pain suddenly came from her butt.
"ah!"
"Does it hurt?" Mo Ye narrowed his eyes evilly and stared at Ling Kexin who wrinkled her little face.
"You...you're perverted!" It turned out that he pricked her butt with a needle.
"It doesn't hurt, right?" Mo Ye pricked it again.
"Ah!" Ling Kexin was sad, thinking that the great devil tonight would never stop unless she punished her. Instead of letting him pierce her white and tender jade buttocks into a hornet's nest, she would be unable to sit down and walk would be painful and uncomfortable.
Yes, why not let him pierce his face? If it makes his face look ugly, he will definitely let him go.
"Mor Ye, stab me in the face!" Thinking of this, Ling Kexin shouted.
Mo Ye's eyes darkened. Her proposal seemed to dissatisfy him. He curved his sexy thin lips and stabbed her twice more. Ling Kexin gritted her teeth in pain and she stopped shouting.
She didn't want to pretend to be aggrieved and pitiful. With a flash of clear eyes, she hid the mist of tears and glared at Mo Ye angrily.
More Ye raised his eyebrows, and a sneer escaped from the corner of his lips... Okay! His stubborn temper has come back again. This little goblin, her personality is very challenging and conquering for him.
"Don't think that I will let you go after you went out with He Xiaoxiao last night. Article 5 of the contract is very clear. You must promise not to have close contact with other men again. If you violate this article, that man will
Not only will you suffer physical pain, but you will also be sent to Africa to do hard labor, and your debt will increase by one million..."
Ling Kexin was shocked when she heard this. She seemed to have forgotten this point. Now that he suddenly said it, she was shocked and murmured: "What? Send... to Africa?"
"Yes, let me tell you, I only punched him once tonight, but tomorrow..."
Ling Kexin grabbed his hand in panic, her face full of panic: "No! Let him go!"
"Let it go?" Mor Ye continued to press her legs, raised his hand, and looked at the shiny embroidery needle between his fingers.
Ling Kexin blinked, and her horrified eyes moved from his face to the needle, and then from the needle to his face. She didn't know what he was thinking. His narrowed eyes were too deep, and she couldn't see through him.
"You go ahead and prick me! Prick me as you like, as long as you let him go this time!" Ling Kexin grabbed his wrist and asked him to aim the needle at herself.
Mo Ye stared at her face, his face getting uglier and uglier... Although the little goblin didn't beg him, what did she say that wasn't for He Xiaoxiao? She could endure the painful pain of the needle for him.
"Do you love him so much?!" He stabbed Ling Kexin's leg with a needle and roared.
Ling Kexin let out an "Ah" in pain, frowned, and beads of sweat slowly appeared on her smooth face. After she cried out in pain, she gritted her teeth and stared at Mo Ye's almost twisted face without any expression. , but there was a touch of determination in her eyes, a determination to "go to death".
The drop of crystal in the corner of her eye was so clear, and her pain and sadness were floating on it. No matter how hard she suppressed it and stared at it from a close distance, he, Mo Ye, could still see it clearly.
More Ye's hand softened, and he could no longer prick it. The needle seemed to have pierced the apex of his heart, and his heart was bleeding.
He didn't know why this happened! He just felt that his heart was in a mess and his head was also in a mess, as if there was grass growing on the ground.
Shaking Ling Kexin away irritably, he stood up and pierced the wall with the needle in his hand. The "Porphyr" was so violent that a few strands of plaster fell off the wall.