Billionaire's Secret Lover

Mingke was trembling in his heart. He thought that he would doubt what he said, but he didn't expect that he believed it.

She did not speak, just looking at him, the man seems to be particularly patient, also staring at her.

Finally, Mingke took the lead in breaking the deadlock: "do you think Beiming night will really take risks for a woman? I'm not important to him at all, and I'm not your target. Since I don't see your true face, let me go. I won't tell you anything. "

"When you say these words, do you think you are stupid?" The man picked pick eyebrow, easy will her distress way out.

Mingke bites her lips and doesn't speak. It's stupid, but now people are in their hands. What can she do?

"Since you think you haven't seen me, I may let you go. How about I show you what I look like?" When the man finished, he raised his long finger and seemed to really want to tear off the soft skin on his face.

Mingke was so scared that he exclaimed. He said, "I don't look. I don't know anything. I haven't seen you before. You let me go. You just want money. I'll find a friend to give you money and let me go."

"You think I'm asking for money?" The man approached her two steps and laughed, amused by her fear of seeing her real face.

This girl, should he say she's smart or stupid?

"Why don't you want to see what I look like? Maybe I'm more handsome than Beiming night, and I can please you? " He took two more steps.

Mingke still turned his back to him. He just waved his hand with the vase and said in a deep voice, "come here again, I'll..."

"How are you?" As soon as she finished, Mingke felt a chill coming on her face. When she was scared to look back at him, others had already stood in front of her, and her tall body even touched her.

Mingke was scared out of her wits. At such a fast speed, she didn't even have time to react. Others had already come to her. After half a second, she subconsciously raised the vase in her hand and smashed it on his head.

But before the vase hit him, she suddenly felt that her wrist was tight, her fingers were weak, and the vase slipped from her hand.

There was no sound of porcelain tiles breaking. The vase fell into the man's big hand. He threw it away and it returned to a corner of the table steadily.

Before Mingke raised his hand to resist, he held her hands tightly and imprisoned her behind her.

"Now," the man pressed forward, and at least one third of his heavy body was pressed on Mingke. Looking at her frown, which hurt her hands, he not only didn't have any sympathy, but also laughed happily: "tell me, are you a woman in the northern night?"

"No Don't cross your face to avoid his cold breath.

"Really not?" The man picked an eyebrow and pressed down on her.

Her hands were trapped behind him. As soon as he pressed them down, the gravity of both of them pressed on her. Her arms were so painful at the edge of the table that she almost wanted to scream.

This man is deliberately, he is deliberately tormenting her, she does not know who he is, but it seems that he does not have a good feeling for the northern night, I can't say that he is the enemy of the northern night.

Biting her lips, she responded in a hoarse voice with severe pain: "am I his woman? Won't you find someone to check? However, his crazy pursuit is probably just angry that you robbed his things and challenged his dignity. Do you think women are really so important to him? "

"So you are really his woman." He pressed down a little, looked at the cold sweat on her forehead, he said with a smile: "take yourself as a thing, you really despise yourself, want to let me lose interest in you in this way? Unfortunately, I'm more interested in you. "

Mingkexin is constantly trembling. She doesn't even have the ability to resist such a person.

While meditating on the plan of escape, she suddenly felt relieved. The man stood up straight, and she was completely relieved.

But when she wanted to stand up straight, the man suddenly buckled her wrist and quickly pulled her over.

Mingke was forced to go to the big bed with him. She was completely flustered until he threw her on the bed.

There is a kind of person, he is so abnormal, can't move his enemy, go to move his enemy's woman.

Now that he has identified himself as the woman of the northern night, no matter what she said, it's useless.

Mingke quickly got up from the bed and wanted to turn down from the other side. He didn't want the man to pull her long hair behind her and pull her back directly, throwing her on the quilt.

There was a numbness on her scalp, which made her even shed two drops of tears. At this moment, she knew that Beiming night was too gentle for her.

Two men of the same physique, but this man is more violent than the northern night.

"Bullying a weak woman, are you still a man?" She held her head and tried to get out of bed.But the man has already pressed down, long leg one straddle, press directly on her leg, pressed her whole person back.

Before she tried to resist, he clasped her wrist with one palm and imprisoned her hands above her head. He couldn't see the broad lips of the image, overflowing with a smile of disdain.

He said with a smile: "I am not a man, will soon let you feel clear."

The long finger fell on her face, gently pinched, broke her whole face back, let her meet his eyes, he still smile gently, but gentle, that cold always exists: "the woman of northern night, I want to taste what it is."

"Just a woman who has been spoiled by others. Do you really like to pick up the things he used?"

Name can this words a export, the man fundus pupil pause when a close, eyes cold overflow: "you satirize me with what he used?"

"Isn't it?" Mingke stares at him and tries to make himself calm. Although he is scared to death, he doesn't let him see that he is a bit scared: "I'm just a tool for him to vent his anger. You even want my tool. Maybe you just want to use what he wants to discard."

"You are too young to annoy me." Although the man said so, his face has sunk down, and the smile on his lips has gone away.

Glancing at her, he hummed coldly: "it doesn't matter if he has used it. I'll just use you to rot. I'll wait to see what expression will appear on his face that only deceives the little girl when he knows that his things have been used to rot