Billionaire's Secret Lover

Mingke suddenly looked up at the northern night, which was cold and frightening.

"Like him?" The question of Beiming night was not heavy at all, as if she was talking about the weather with her, even more clear and soft than usual.

If his face is not so ugly, if his eyes are not so cold, or if he is famous, it is one thing not to ask him this question.

However, now he is really cold, as cold as coming out of hell.

All of a sudden, he threw her on the mattress from such a long distance.

"Ke" of a, the head hit down, new injury old pain together, pain she even tears down.

The northern night bowed his head and glanced at the place wet with tears on his chest. His lips were hooked up again. It was just this smile, which was so terrible that Mingke would never forget: "like Zijin, do you think you have the qualification?"

He walked to her step by step, the smile on his lips was still there, but his eyes were getting colder and colder.

Mingke got up from the quilt. Her head was still a little dizzy. The blanket on her body slipped down as she climbed up, slowly showing the traces of her being trampled.

All of a sudden, she felt that it was really cold today. She was so cold that she couldn't stop shivering. Looking at the night when she came to the bed, she subconsciously hugged the blanket that had slipped from her body. She was so scared that she couldn't say a word.

At this moment, he was really terrible, his face was heavy and heavy, his facial features were as cold as ice sculpture, and his eyes were even more frightening. As long as you were looked at by him, you would feel that you fell into the ice cellar in an instant, floating and sinking in a pool of ice water, and could not get up again.

"He is the second young master of the Mu family, the grandson of the Nangong family. He will take over more than the Mu family in the future? Do you think you are really qualified to be with him, a woman whom I regard as an outlet tool? "

He slowly came over and reached for his belt. Mingke knew what he wanted to do, but she didn't even have the strength and courage to climb down from the bed.

She didn't care about his hurtful words. She cared about the terrible treatment she had to face later.

He is angry again, now seem to be even more angry than that day, she doesn't know oneself exactly where to annoy him again, she has already refused Mu Zijin completely, what is he still angry about?

"Shed tears for him, don't you?" Pulling out his waistband, he continued to unbutton his shirt. The smile on his lips was so good-looking, but what he said was like a sharp knife, penetrating each other's heart: "you are qualified to shed tears for him? Dry your eyes and see what kind of person you are. In this life, you only deserve to live under me. "

As soon as he lifted the shirt, he didn't know which corner it was thrown at. In the scream that she finally couldn't help spilling, he buttoned her wrist and pulled her over. With a hiss, he grabbed all the cloth from her body and tied her hands

…… Mingke knows that she really pissed him off tonight because she was crying for another man.

But he clearly said that what he didn't care about was her body. He didn't care about her heart. Why did things become like this now?

All night long, she completely forgot how she got through it. She was in a daze and didn't know how many times. When she woke up, she was tied to the head of the carved bed and covered with a thin blanket.

Those torn clothes were all over the place, and the whole room was devastated, but there was no suffocating figure in the northern night.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know when it is now. It's quiet outside, not even a sound.

She tried to get rid of the cloth, but only moved a little, the whole person almost fainted with pain.

It turned out that I didn't feel it just now because I was numb. Now I move a little and I find that there is no place without pain all over my body.

The clock was ticking, and she looked aside. By the little light from the window, she saw the big clock hanging on the wall. It was half past twelve.

She had slept till noon the next day, but why didn't the servant come to wake her up today?

At this time, the servants earned a little money, but she didn't get rid of the pain.

Even if the servant comes, it's ironic. She can pretend that she doesn't care, but she always cares. Who would like to be a filthy existence in other people's eyes?

But if they don't come, who can save her?

She tried to earn again, even though she had a sharp pain in her wrist, she still couldn't get rid of it.

I don't know how long I've been tossing. Even my body is full of sweat. The cloth is still tightly tied to her hand.

Just as she took a breath and planned to have a rest and start over again, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

Hearing the sound, she subconsciously looked to the door, only to find that the door was hidden. No wonder she could hear the sound from the corridor. The sound insulation effect of the door was so good. If it was not open, as long as it was locked, the outside world would be completely isolated from her.The sound of the footstep was getting closer and closer, and it seemed more and more heavy, even slowed down. The man seemed to be hesitant. He hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open.

The moment she pushed the door in, Mingke was really nervous. She didn't know who would come in, in case it was a man

She didn't forget that she had nothing on her body now. The blanket that had been covered on her body had already slipped down more than half of her struggle, and she couldn't block much scenery.

Finally, the door was completely opened, a shadow slowly came in, and then closed the door.

Although I can't see her face clearly, from her figure, it should be a woman.

Mingke breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was the servant who came in. Unexpectedly, when she was close to her, she never saw clearly that the person who came in was Yu Feifan.

Yu Feifan went to the bedside and just took a look. He could not bear to turn away his face. He pulled up the blanket and returned to her. After that, he sat down beside her and reached for the cloth tied to her wrist.

When the cloth strip was completely untied and the name was moved, I found that the two hands were numb and almost didn't look like myself.

"I'm going to turn on the light, OK?" Yu Feifan asked softly.

Ming didn't speak. He just bit his lip and tried his best to pull the blanket on the tight body.

She doesn't even have the strength to get up now. The only thing she can do is close her eyes and let her tears fall from the corner of her eyes.

Crying is the behavior of the weak. She doesn't want to be so cowardly. However, she has been trampled in front of these people again and again, and there is no perfect place for her body and mind.

She hated the cruelty of the northern night, and even more hated her own cowardice. If last night she and Mu Zijin asked him to take him away, would things be completely different?