mask wife

What is the obligation between husband and wife?

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son; support each other, and be dedicated to you.

He --- Emperor Yin Ying never fulfilled any obligations between husband and wife from the beginning to the end!

And what is going to be fulfilled at this moment is only the sexual obligation between husband and wife!

Heh, I really don't know if he has a sperm on his brain or what?In addition to superficial "exercise" and "exercise" every day, what else? ? ?

With a sound of 'tearing', Yin Yingdi pulled it hard with his big hand, and the clothes on her chest were opened to the sides, exposing her two full circles.

Without any cover or shyness, Qianxi frowned, grabbed the corner of Yin Yingdi's clothes with both hands, and yanked desperately, pressing down on him in an 'anti-client' way: "Don't you think you are superficial?!" Condensed The voice came out, and her eyes radiated a compelling luster.

"I'm superficial??" Yin Yingdi seriously questioned Qianxi who was riding on him.

"Yes! Just say you, you Yin Yingdi is very superficial!!!!" She moved her body back, and she grabbed Yin Yingdi's collar with both hands and lifted it vigorously: "Look at you, what do you look like all day long?" Appearance? You only know how to eat, drink, play, and have fun. Besides your flexible 'lower body', what other flexibility is there?? You are an animal that only knows how to 'hole' with your lower body!"

Pausing for a moment, the repressed anger in her heart surged up, and bloodshot eyes appeared in her eyes: "What if you met misfortune when you were a child? So what if no one loves you? There are too many people who have met misfortune! There are so many loved ones, do you think you are the only one??"

"Maybe you are very strong, you are very capable, but in the eyes of everyone, including the eyes of your favorite people, you are just a scumbag that cannot be supported by mud!"

"If you want to love, if you want others to love you with heart, you have to prove to others that you are worthy of being loved, you idiot!!!!"

Qianxi's roar pierced her heart and lungs, and it came from the bottom of her heart, constantly echoing throughout the bedroom.

Maybe she didn't know where she got the strength to teach Yin Yingdi a lesson, and she didn't know how she could say such a bold precept in her capacity as Qianxi.

However, when it was introduced into the ears of Emperor Yin Ying, it was like a blow to the head, extremely shocking...

"Heh..." There was a condensed smile on the corner of his mouth, and he opened Qianxi's hands that were holding onto his skirt...

With a gloomy face and lowered head, his cold and arrogant eyes gradually lifted up: "Father told you everything?" After finishing the plain question, before Qianxi could reply, he nodded with a smile: " That's great...it proves that father likes you very much."

"But..." His big hand was slowly raised. Before Qianxi could react, he turned his eyebrows, quickly hugged her waist, and pressed her under him... "Did my father tell you how he used me Son's?"

"Did my father tell you that he has discovered my 'capability', but he is afraid that after I take charge of everything, I will turn against him, so he will keep suppressing me, huh?!!!!?"

It's not that she didn't see what Yin Yingdi said.

What the old man used was his filial piety. However, what he said later can be understood as...

The old emperor in ancient times was about to abdicate when he reached the age, but he was unwilling to choose a puppet son to inherit his throne?No matter how capable this son is, as long as he is disobedient, the final result is -------- a dead end! ! !

Ah……

Yin Yingdi is really sad, his sadness is not limited to the memories of being unloved in childhood, but also wanting to love his father, but being rejected by his father time and time again!

Thinking back to what was the purpose of everything Yin's father talked to him yesterday?

Could it be that...feeling something owed to his son in his heart, and fearing that his son would turn against him, so he asked himself to domesticate Yin Yingdi to become a 'puppet'?What is it?Outstanding 'puppet master'?

Oh, what an irony!

"Qianxi..." His tense body gradually relaxed, and his gloomy and condensed expression raised a slight smile: "For my current performance, I can only explain it with the phrase 'the time has not come'!"

"The time hasn't come yet?" Looking at his eyes that concealed mystery, Qianxi frowned, and asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean?"

"You don't need to understand!" Standing up quickly, Emperor Yin Ying glanced coldly at her alluring figure, and quickly turned his back to her: "Ugly, fasten your clothes, see I just want to throw up!"

"You!!!!" Suffocated in her heart, she clenched her fists tightly and quickly tied her clothes.

"Ugly, I have good news and bad news for you."

As soon as Film Emperor Yin said this, she paused when she fastened the third button...

Turning her eyes a little, she looked at Emperor Yin Ying who was facing away from her without confusion: "What?"

"The good news is..." A sad smile appeared on Yin Yingdi's handsome face. This smile seemed so sad and painful, but Qianxi behind him couldn't see it: "Starting today , I will stay at home obediently, and cooperate with you in everything, and treat it as compensation for the harm you have done."

Uh……

After Yin Yingdi finished speaking, she was stunned...

Ignore his last sentence 'to make up for his own harm', because he is hurting himself now.

And the above sentence must mean that he has decided to give up the silver-masked girl, and that means he can control the power of the Yin family as soon as possible? ?

Qianxi only cared about being happy, and never paid attention to Yin Yingdi's mood and tone when he said this sentence. "What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is..." His face darkened, and he turned around slowly, looking directly at Qianxi with his cold eyes, which seemed to be full of domineering luster in the dark night: "From today onwards, you are not allowed to be with Qianxi." Let's meet Lengliehan!!!"

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Holding the portrait of the silver-masked woman in her hand, Leng Lianhan gradually left the area of ​​the Yin family villa.

Stopping in his footsteps, looking at the fast-moving vehicles on the expressway, his gentle expression evoked a bright fox smile: "Flowers grown in a greenhouse, I simply don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!!!"

Holding tightly the scroll created by Chiba Mizuki, he stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi, and went straight to the last exhibition room...

There was no one at the door of the dark exhibition room, and it was quiet. His cold and sharp eyes looked around, and he walked to the door with a few steps, and kicked open the door of the exhibition room with a 'bang'.

In the quiet gallery, every step he took, he could hear the echo of his pressing footsteps.When he reached the end of the corridor on the second floor, he raised his arm, smashed the glass of the studio with a 'snap', and reached out to open the door from the inside.

"Who?" The studio was brightly lit. Chiba Mizuki, who was creating a painting, heard the strange sound and quickly turned around. Seeing... "It's you!"

"Huh?" Leng Liehan had a faint sinister smile on his lips, holding the portrait of "Laurel Goddess" in one hand, and walked towards him in small steps: "Are you really here?"

"What are you doing?" He glanced up and down at him, and he said sarcastically, "Are you still drawing your broken paintings?"

When Chiba Mizuki heard this, he became angry: "Shut up, don't insult my work."

"Heh..." He snorted disdainfully, stopped in front of the easel, and quickly picked up the work on the drawing board...

"Give it to me!!!" Chiba Mizuki's unfinished work was taken away by Leng Lenghan again.

"Trash!" The expressionless group pinched the unfinished work, and still moved aside angrily.Following that, Leng Liehan's eyes flashed, and with a 'dong' kick, Chiba Mizuki who was sitting on the chair was kicked a few meters away...

"Pa la la..." The things in the house were scattered all over the floor, and the fallen Chiba Mizuki struggled to get up from the ground. "Cough...cough..." Bright red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth: "You, what do you want to do? ?”

"Don't do anything." At this time, Leng Lianhan seemed to be a different person, no longer elegant, no longer gentlemanly, but just the terrifying demonic air: "I just want to teach you a lesson!!"

When Chiba Mizuki heard this, the first thing that came to mind was... "Enticement told you everything I said??!"

"enticement??? Hahahahahaha." Leng Liehan raised a mocking smile on his face, shook his head pityingly, and slowly squatted in front of him: "You are so pitiful, you don't even know her name, do you? ?”

"I..." Chiba Mizuki was powerless to refute, he really didn't even know Qianxi's real name: "Oh!!!" With a helpless sigh, he clenched his fist and pounded the ground hard.

"Heh." After sneering, Leng Lianhan quickly tore open the paper wrapping the 'Laurel Goddess'... "This painting..."

"What do you want to do????" This work is Chiba Mizuki's most satisfying work inspired by inspiration, and it must not be destroyed by him!

Holding Leng Lenghan's thighs with both hands, he wanted to snatch the painting angrily: "Give it back to me!!!"

Seeing that he cared so much about this work, Leng Liehan couldn't say what he liked: "You care a lot?" After the cold words fell, before he could wait for Chiba Mizuki to reply, he drew a little bit of that painting with a smile on his face. ...a little bit torn apart...

"Ah ------------" Chiba Ruishu stood up in a breath, and he swung his fist at Leng Liehan like crazy...

There were streaks of blood in the eye sockets, every punch he threw was empty, and there was no Leng Lie Han at all.

"Heh..." Leng Liehan smiled cynically, instead of dodging his attack, he took his fist directly: "If you describe you in a sentence from the Japanese, then you are simply------ - the end of the crane!"

The word that insults the dignity of men most in Japan is this word. It is full of endless humiliation, and the most useless men are called the tail of the crane.

In an instant, Chiba Mizuki's eyes widened, and the other free hand swung straight at him.

The punch of 'bang' hit Leng Lenghan's face without any mistakes, Chiba Ruishu frowned, wiped the corner of his mouth, tugged at his clothes, and said coldly: "I'm not the tail of the crane!"

Taking a few steps back, he habitually let go of Chiba Mizuki's fist: "Heh..." Still maintaining that calm smile, he stroked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

Looking coldly at the blood on his finger, the smile on his face gradually turned extremely cold...

1 minute... 2 minutes... After they stared at each other for 5 minutes, Leng Liehan's face darkened with the sound of Zen outside the window, and he quickly ran up to Chiba Ruishu, jumped up, split his legs, and kicked Chiba Ruishu out out the window...

"Ah..." 'Bang' Chiba Mizuki's blood-stained body broke through the window and landed on a car outside the gallery.

The quiet street became noisy with this discordant movement.

His blurred eyes drifted left and right, and finally focused on the window on the second floor...

Leng Liehan was standing on the second floor looking at him with an evil smile: "It's not over yet!" His lips parted, but without making a sound, he turned and retreated into the room.

After looking around, he walked to the corridor and opened the doors in the corridor one by one...

When the door of the kitchen in the art gallery was opened by Leng Lenghan, a creepy smile rose from the corner of his mouth!

Quickly walking towards the gas stove in the kitchen, he pulled out a dagger from behind to block the gas pipe... "Heh..." He smiled coldly, put away the dagger, and walked out of the art gallery.

"Hey, the tail of the crane, is it fun?" Leng Lianhan walked towards Chiba Ruishu who was dying in the car with a mocking smile on his face.

His slack pupils turned slightly, and he said with difficulty: "I... am not... the tail of the crane."

"Isn't it? So! Just pretend you're not." Leng Liehan's eyes flashed, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, and dragged Chiba Ruishu, who was covered in bruises, to the grass near the painting gallery.

"If you have the ability...you will kill me!!!"

Chiba Mizuki's stubborn words fell, and Leng Liehan shrugged his shoulders slightly, and stepped on his chest: "How could I possibly kill the future Prime Minister of Japan? I just want to give the future Prime Minister a small It's nothing more than punishment!"

"Heh...heh..." Chiba Mizuki realized that he was so useless, easily knocked to the ground, and ridiculed like this.Why didn't I learn self-defense well when I was a child?Why do you want to escape from Japan willfully? ? ?If I still stay in Japan, I might already be the prime minister! ! !

Chiba Mizuki didn't refute, just smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed her eyes helplessly...

Leng Liehan put away the teasing expression, carefully watched Chiba Ruishu's appearance, frowned, and escaped a zippo from his pocket...

Chiba Mizuki quickly opened his eyes with the sound of 'click', staring nervously at the zippo that was burning in his hand: "What do you want to do?"

A demonic smile gradually appeared, and he raised the zippo in his hand and shook it lightly: "Heh..." With a wave of his hand, the burning zippo drew an arc and slowly fell into the gallery...

"No--------------"

'boom-------------'