How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2672 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1234 If you say you are wrong, I will forgive you!

"Does it mean that when I say I like you, you really think that I won't touch other women except you?"

Bo Lin's breath approached little by little, his dark and bottomless pupils reflected her extremely pale little face, his thin lips moved slightly, and the words he uttered were like sharp knives, slashing across her ears : "Deng Meng, you fucking deserve to be played with by a scum like He Teng for the rest of your life! You are born to like to be a bitch!"

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Deng Meng, you deserve to be played with by a scum like He Teng all your life!
Born to like to be mean!

Bitch! !
Bitch! ! ! !
The whole night, Deng Meng was tossing and turning in the man's sinister, devil-like voice, sweating layer after layer, and was pressed by the ghost several times until he couldn't move, and woke up in a daze, the sky outside was still dark.

His left arm was still burning with pain.

After scolding her for being mean, he threw her to the ground.

Maybe she didn't throw it away, she was not very conscious at the time, maybe she didn't stand still and fell down.

She took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the sweat off her face, and then rolled up her sleeves to take a look. The entire forearm was scratched, and the blood was still bleeding.

I got out of bed and found the medicine box, and blew gently while disinfecting the wound.

A slight sting came, reminding her of what the man had done to her 6 hours ago.

In this life, I am afraid that there will never be another moment when I will experience that kind of fear that goes deep into the bone marrow, the kind of fear that jumps up from the deepest part of the body, the feeling of being wrapped around the neck like a snake...

Even when that pervert told her that he was about to sink her to the bottom of the pool, he never felt such sharp fear.

She can't hold this kind of man.

absolutely absolutely...

Can't hold it.

Sighing softly, he threw the blood-stained sterile cotton swab into the trash can, and when he went to get the gauze again, he caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

She was stunned for a moment, suspecting that she was hallucinating, turned her head to look closely, and stood up almost instantly.

In a panic, the medicine box next to her was knocked to the ground and scattered all over the floor.

Not caring about tidying up, she took a few steps back with her bare feet until her waist hit the dressing table behind her upper body heavily, and her trembling fingertips groped around on it until she reached the back of the eyebrow trimming knife and held it tightly in her palm.

An instinctive act of self-preservation.

The light in the bedroom was on, and a series of panicked expressions and movements of hers were caught in the man's dark eyes without missing a single moment.

She guarded him like a murderer! !

This cognition jumped into my mind so clearly, and my calm brain was once again swept by anger!

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he approached her in just two or three seconds, his extremely hoarse voice was full of cold disdain and sarcasm: "If I want to hurt you, do you think you will resist?"

Deng Meng pressed her body tightly against the dressing table, opened her eyes wide and looked at the fierce eyes of the man in front of her, and wanted to speak, but the tip of her tongue seemed to be frozen, so numb that she couldn't move.

He leaned against her soft body with his straight and slender body, and asked in a low voice, "You were the one who stopped me, and you confessed to me that you liked me so eagerly and eagerly, right?"

Deng Meng closed her eyes and breathed lightly: "Yes."

"How long has it been since your liking disappeared? Deng Meng, how cheap is your liking?"

"..."

His jaw was tightly pinched, his forehead pressed against his forehead, and he breathed coldly: "Say you are wrong! Say you are wrong, and I will forgive you!"

(End of this chapter)