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Mingke was stunned and speechless. He was anxious and angry, but he didn't know what to say to refute him.

He didn't seem to have said that as long as he slept with him, he would return the photos of Shanshan to her. He just said that he wanted her to come, otherwise, he would put those photos on the Internet.

However, she has nothing left, and has made him toss like this. What else does he want?

Her small hand unconsciously tightened up, and she walked around the coffee table to him. After a long time, she put down the impulse to rush at him and beat him hard. She still insisted: "Mr. Beiming, you have asked me, can you stop bullying me? Give me back the picture of Shanshan, I beg you. "

Beiming night threw the magazine away, folded her legs and leaned on the sofa, looking up at her: "do you really want to get back your sister's picture?"

Mingke nodded hard, and now a ray of hope finally appeared: "Mr. Beiming, please give me back the picture of Shanshan. She is just a little girl who doesn't understand. She makes mistakes occasionally. You can I will teach her to be a good person in the future, Mr. Beiming. Please be good, please

Beiming night long finger gently on the sofa, his eyes deep, like two pools one eye can not see to the end of the abyss.

With his eyes like this, Mingke felt as if he had been stripped of his clothes. Standing there and letting him appreciate it, he felt embarrassed again.

"You have a good taste." He said suddenly.

It sounds like it's in my ears, and it's as far away as the horizon. But after listening to Mingke, the whole person suddenly froze, as if trapped by a nightmare.

When I think of his behavior last night, I can't help shaking my slender body.

"Are you afraid of me?" He picked his eyebrows and gave a smile. Suddenly, his eyes sank and his voice became cold. "Do you know how many women want to climb onto my bed in this year, and I don't even look at them?"

She doesn't speak. Whether she knows it or not, it has nothing to do with her. Now she just wants to get back the picture of Mingshan, and she just wants to run away from here. From then on, she has nothing to do with this man.

Knowing that she wasn't really interested in this, he waved his hand and softened his voice: "come here."

The name didn't dare to pass. She just stood there and didn't dare to step back for fear of irritating him. She bit her lips and said, "Mr. Beiming, what else do you want to do?"

It's already like this. What he wanted was enough last night. What does he mean by this?

"Didn't I just say that? You have a good taste. I like it very much. " He put his hand in front of her again: "come here."

Her attitude was more moderate than she thought, but such a mild northern night made her feel boundless fear. This time, she not only didn't have the past, but subconsciously stepped back.

But as soon as she retreated, she suddenly felt that her waist was tight. Others didn't know when they had stood up from the sofa, strode and held her in their arms.

When she came to her senses, he had already held her in his lap, and he sat back on the sofa, looking down at the frightened little woman in his arms.

When he looked at her, his eyes were just like looking at the prey, with a little bit of randomness and evil.

Mingke was really angry, but no matter how angry she was, she couldn't help taking Beiming night. Just when he leaned down on him, she put her hands on his chest and exclaimed: "I'm not comfortable, Beiming night, don't touch me again!"

She was uncomfortable. Beiming night saw that her face had not been better since she came down. However, he didn't think that such a little discomfort could stop him. If he wanted, he could still ask her recklessly.

Her injury is her thing, it can't affect his happiness.

Mingke knows that this man is cold-blooded and heartless, and whether he is comfortable or not makes no difference to him at all.

She just doesn't want to play this kind of game with him any more. Her heart can't bear it any more.

Looking up at him, she asked seriously, "what else do you want? Mr. Beiming, can you tell me your conditions? If you want me to pay back... "

"Two billion, when do you think you can pay it off?" One of his long arms fell on her waist and imprisoned her in his arms. His big palm was raised and his long finger was gently shaved on her face.

This little animal trembled, and she could not help but fear him.

He laughed. The smile was so beautiful that people could hardly move their eyes. Unfortunately, the little woman in his arms had no time to appreciate his handsome and charm.

"Give me some time, maybe Maybe I can afford it. " Although 2 billion is really astronomical for her, no matter what she tries to do, even if she sells her own viscera, she can't pay the interest, let alone repay his capital.

However, compared with that, it was really terrible to stay with him. She would rather work hard outside and try to raise money to pay him back than continue to be bullied by him."What are you going to do?" Beiming night's eyes lingered on her face, appreciating her vulnerability and helplessness: "for a beautiful woman, the best way to make money is to sell her body. Maybe you can think about selling yourself. Maybe you can get a good price."

Mingke bit his lip and didn't answer his words.

Let's not say that she has been asked by him for a long time. Such a dirty body is not worth money at all. Even if she is still clean, how much money can she sell it?

What's more, how can she tolerate such things for the sake of money?

"Well, in my imperial court, there are at least hundreds of security guards who are guarding openly and secretly. Why don't you accompany them now? I can consider offsetting them." He suggested kindly.

To accompany those security guards, or hundreds of Mingke's heart was tight. That day, in the yard, he saw the fragments of Qi Tingting being bullied by his people come back to his mind, and his face was so white that he couldn't find any blood.

She took a cold breath, looked up at him and exclaimed, "no No! Don't let them bully me like this! Please don't

This man, he is really cold-blooded, he has no humanity at all!

If you really leave her to his men and let them do that She would rather die than suffer that humiliation.

"What? Are you afraid? " His long finger is still on her face, slowly to her thin lips