"If you make any more noise, I will kill the official immediately." The man threw her into the elevator and roared with murderous intent: "Lin Qianqian, if you want him dead, you can make as much noise as you want."
The woman, whose hands were covered in blood, was trembling all over. She bit her lower lip helplessly and cried silently.
Yan Mubei was extremely angry and glared at her fiercely.
The elevator closed, he went downstairs, opened the door, and he dragged her towards his Ferrari.
When forcing her into the car, Lin Qianqian pressed her bloody hand against the car door: "What do you plan to do to Zhixuan?"
She did not forget that he said "take them all away" at the beginning, and she even remembered that Deng Liang stayed on top, and that Shangguan Zhixuan was in a bad situation at this time.
No, she couldn't let them hurt Shangguan Zhixuan again.
"Kill her and bury her." The man looked at her evilly and said the coldest and cruelest words: "This is the consequences for daring to take advantage of my woman."
After saying that, he pushed her into the car, slammed the door, walked around to the other side and got in the car.
Lin Qianqian's whole body was trembling, and she hurriedly turned around and grabbed his clothes, begging: "No, please don't do this, he is innocent, we are not who you think at all, I just came to visit him, really..., don't
Kill him, please."
Her tears poured down like a river with no embankment.
She was so pitiful and pitiful, but it made the man feel even more angry and cruel.
"You don't have to kill him." The man looked at her gloomily, and after a while, he said harsh words: "Woman, as long as you please me."
The corners of his mouth were pursed sharply, with lingering anger, as if he would kill Shangguan Zhixuan immediately if she said no.
He is a decisive man who kills and does what he says.
"Okay." Lin Qianqian gritted her teeth and agreed.
"Now." He ordered.
"..." Her face turned pale.
"Don't want to?" sneered.
Lin Qianqian feels that there is no lowest limit of shame in her life, only a lower limit of shame that is constantly being refreshed.
She trembled, leaned forward, held his face, and kissed his thin lips resolutely.
A kiss detonated the accumulated anger in the man's body.
Huo Ran, he clasped her body with his backhand, pulled her over to sit on his lap, hugged her waist, kissed her forcefully and fiercely, and sucked her hard.
At the same time, she tore it open with both hands, and her sports suit spread out like strips of cloth, revealing Shengxue's skin.
With the action of pulling on the clothes, a box of birth control pills fell at the man's feet.
Lin Qianqian's snowy back was pressed against the steering wheel, and her skin was scratched by the broken glass. After trying to wipe it with her clothes, the bleeding had stopped, leaving only mottled blood marks, which looked particularly eye-catching.
He was pressed into the steering wheel again, and there was a burning pain in his back.
The palm of my right hand hurt even more, and the remaining fragments made it impossible to stop the bleeding in my palm.
But all of this was incomparable to the pain and... fear in her heart at this moment.
She could not and could not stop his violence against her.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, enduring the humiliation.
The hatred for him in my heart was constantly refreshed and refreshed.
…
The black Ferrari was blocked in front of the hospital building. Even though the black explosion-proof window next to it was down, the windshield in front was wide open, completely exposing them to the air.
After dealing with the aftermath, Deng Liang led the men in black to retreat. From a distance, he could see where the car was parked. The woman's gray snowy back could be vaguely seen, as well as the man's short hair buried in his chest.
Huo Ran, his eyes widened and he looked again in disbelief.
Damn it, Young Master Yan is actually in public...
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