President, I'm afraid of pain

"Is not it?"

Wan Chengye stood in front of her, clasped her chin with her long fingers, leaned over slowly, and smiled strangely, "Xia Yiwei, how do you think I found you? You left nothing behind last night. Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I know your name is Xia Yiwei, I know that you live in No. 304, xx community in the southern district, that you are studying in this university, and that you are an intern in the media department of the mt subsidiary. I also I know, your father is buried in tomb No. 23, row 775, xx cemetery, your stepmother Su Ping does cleaning in the supermarket, your cousin Ye Yuanhao works in mt company, and you have a cousin named Ye Chenxi who is working in a foreign country now Exchange student internship... I know that, right?"

After listening to Wan Chengye's words, Xia Yiwei was no longer surprised, but remained silent and expressionless.

After a while, she laughed at herself, "So you are implying me, don't make unnecessary struggles? Even if I escape from here, you will easily catch me back? Even if I threaten you with death, you will use my family to threaten me. Me, hurt me, even ruined me. I guess, right?"

"Hey, I don't want to do this!"

Wan Chengye closed her eyes and let out a chuckle, gently caressed her cold fingertips, and suddenly touched her neck.

Their bodies were a little close to each other, but he just lowered his head, as if he was bending over her neck in an ambiguous posture.

"Be my lover obediently!"

"What will you do if I don't agree?"

Xia Yiwei couldn't restrain the trembling all over her body, and the hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched into a fist.

Wan Chengye raised her eyes when she heard the words, and glanced at her lightly, "Do you want to refuse? Are you sure you can bear this price? Xia Yiwei, it's not hard to be my lover, it's just a bed. It’s going to be a little hard work.”

"Do you think I'm a lady?"

"If you want money, I can give you money every time you sleep with me."

"Heh...why can you trample on me?"

At this moment, Xia Yiwei just felt sad, but deeply sympathized with herself.

But all this fell into Wan Chengye's eyes, but he calmly couldn't stir up any ripples. He just sneered, "So, you want to refuse to the end?"

"You can do whatever you like, I will never compromise!"

Maybe it is really too wronged.

Xia Yiwei desperately preserved the last bit of dignity for herself, then turned around and got out of the car with a stiff back.

The moment she left the darkness and stepped into the light, her chest seemed to regain the strength to breathe.

However, a strange laughter came from behind, "Xia Yiwei, this is the second time you challenged my patience, but it doesn't matter, because I am confident that soon, you will beg for mercy under me." .”

"impossible!"

Xia Yiwei stopped her steps when she heard the words, without turning her head, her figure was stubborn and decisive.

At this moment, she could never have imagined that Wan Chengye's words would become reality seven days later.

at the same time.

In the caravan, there was smoke.

Wan Tuye leaned lazily on the seat, with a pair of long legs crossed casually, and his long and narrow Danfeng eyes were lightly closed, holding back an unpredictable depth.

"Xueqian, she looks stubborn, not like you."

…………

In the evening, xx cemetery.

Xia Yiwei took a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and put them in front of her father's tombstone, then sat aside, staring at the black and white photo with dull eyes, suddenly, she felt that she could no longer remember her father's face clearly.