It had been so many days since we met in the tea house. Why did Lei Hong suddenly mention her?
Could it be...
"That's something you have to ask yourself." Lei Hong replied, neither softly nor forcefully.
Mr. Yang looked serious: "If I say I was framed, would you believe it?"
Lei Hong just looked at him and didn't answer.
Mr. Yang knew what he meant and waved his fan angrily: "Get out of here! Get out of here!"
Lei Hong wanted to ask one more question: "What about the girl from the Ming family..."
"If she doesn't come to my door, I won't cause trouble for her, okay?"
Lei Hong was finally satisfied and clasped his fists again: "I'll take my leave."
As soon as Lei Hong left, the room became quiet.
Mr. Yang drank tea slowly for a while, then sat up straight and took out his pen and ink.
Mingwei saw that he had written a line of words on the paper. After thinking about it, he opened the Boshan furnace and burned the paper.
Then he leaned back on the armchair, staring into space with an expressionless face, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, as if he was deep in thought.
Mingwei was a little anxious.
It was already the second watch when she came. It was almost the fourth watch after such a long commotion. Why didn't Mr. Yang go to rest?
After waiting patiently for a while, I finally saw him getting up.
But instead of turning around and going out, he blew out the lamp on the table, took off his outer robe, and went to the bed.
Isn't it?
Mingwei was stunned.
This room is obviously used for temporary rest. Young Master Yang actually wants to sleep here?
It's over, he wants to sleep here, how can she leave?
At this time, Young Master Yang walked past the cabinet.
Mingwei felt that the light in front of her eyes dimmed, the cabinet door was suddenly opened, and a strong wind hit her.
Although this body has just started practicing martial arts, her intuitive reactions are still there.
Immediately he pinched Zhang Lingfu with his fingertips, turned out the magic power, and tapped the acupuncture points on the opponent's chest.
The other hand was still holding the flute, and he turned his wrist and cut it towards the incoming palm wind.
If it were her in the previous life, she would have been able to escape in this way.
However, her body has only been trained for a month in this life...
The hand that pointed out was held by someone, and the other wrist was even numb. I couldn't hold the flute in my hand, and it fell to the ground with a "dong" sound.
Then, a strong force roughly dragged her out of the cabinet and pushed her against the wall.
That hand with astonishing power pinched her neck firmly. Mingwei had no doubt that her neck would break if the other party twisted it hard.
"Which path do you belong to?" The cold voice contained murderous intent, and it was completely impossible to identify him as the infamous Mr. Yang.
Mingwei had to raise her head to relieve the pain in her neck.
This made her catch his gaze.
The desk light had been turned off, leaving only a night light in the corner of the room. The dim light did not allow her to see the other party's expression clearly, especially since he was still wearing a light.
However, just as she was facing the light, she fell into Young Master Yang's eyes.
The familiar attire made him raise his eyebrows, and then his tone became frivolous: "It turns out to be Miss Ming. As soon as I finished speaking, you came to my door in a hurry. Could this be called a thousand-mile marriage?"
While saying this, he pulled off her face towel.
Mingwei cursed in his heart.
He spoke nicely, but his grip on her did not relax at all.
Being a lustful dandy, is it okay to have some professional ethics?
He is not merciful to the girl at all, and he looks like a slut!
Wait--
"When...when did you recognize me?"
Mr. Yang smiled and said: "I have been obsessed with the girl since I first glanced at her that day. Even if I only have a pair of eyebrows, how could I not recognize her?"
"..."
Mingwei understood. It turned out that Lei Hong really recognized her when he said those words just now.
This is also a mistake.
If it were Mrs. Mingsan who came today, they would have recognized the wrong person.
It just so happened that she came in place of Mrs. Mingsan.
"How do you people have such long eyes..."
Why is it so difficult for her to recognize people?
"Who told the girl to be so beautiful?" He said seriously, "If you are as beautiful as a girl, anyone who sees her will remember her in their hearts."
Mingwei sneered in his heart. When saying such things, can you relax a little and add some credibility?
Don't be so perfunctory!
Thinking this way, she felt the strength on her neck getting stronger.
Young Master Yang was tall, and by pinching her like this, he almost dragged her up in the air. Mingwei had to stand on tiptoes to make herself more comfortable.
"Ms. Ming hasn't said yet, what are you doing here?" He was merciless in his hands, but his expression and tone were very intimate, as if he was talking about love rather than wanting the other person's life.
Under his control, Mingwei squeezed out a smile and said with difficulty: "That day when we met in the tea room, the little girl fell in love with the young master's stunning appearance. However, she found out about the young lady from the Li family, and she was troubled by not being able to get close to the young master. I heard that the young master was here.
I was having a banquet in Xinyuan, so I bribed my servants and pretended to be an actor, specially coming to see the young master..."
"Oh?" This perfect handsome face with an indescribable smile almost touched her face, and the two of them breathed each other, "It turns out that Miss Ming is also unforgettable for me at first sight. That's just right, it's quiet in the middle of the night,
When beauties meet, if we don’t take the opportunity to do something, we will really let down the beauty of the occasion. Why don’t we just..."
The free hand had already fallen on her belt.
Mingwei blinked but said nothing.
Mr. Yang smiled.
Move your wrist and slowly untie it.
He solved it slowly, as if he wanted to make her feel more clearly.
The knot was undone, the belt fell to the floor, and the skirt was about to loosen...
"Master Yang!"
"Huh?" His eyes stayed on her face. The cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was like a drop of blood. When contrasted with the smile on her face, she became even more beautiful than a real person.
In order to make her breathing easier, Mingwei lowered her voice and sounded extremely gentle: "To do this kind of thing, you have to be willing to do it. It would be less fun to force it. Why don't you let me go first?"
"
Mr. Yang also said softly: "Aren't I afraid that Miss Ming will run away? I have been missing her for a long time, and I don't want to take any risks!"
"Haha..." Ming smiled twice, felt uncomfortable being pinched, and coughed again.
Even this didn't make him relax even a little bit.
This is not a lustful dandy, he is clearly a cruel and ruthless living king of hell!
Mingwei sighed inwardly and changed his strategy: "I didn't mean to do it. I just lost my way and was worried that I would encounter those young masters and find it difficult to escape, so I hid here. I didn't expect that the young master would come in..."
After hearing these words, Mr. Yang finally had some real emotions on his face.
"Then?"
"I can swear that what I saw and heard just now will never be spoken out in my life."
Mr. Yang laughed again: "But I only believe that only the dead can keep secrets. What should I do?"
Without waiting for her to answer, she leaned into her ear and whispered softly: "Perhaps, if I make you mine, I might be able to trust you more."