CEO addicted to tricking me

Zhao Fengxia knelt down on the ground, bleeding all over the ground. She covered her legs and trembled with pain. She raised her incredible eyes and looked at Ming Ling. She did not expect that mingling would bang on her thigh.

I didn't think he could.

Zhao Fengxia was kneeling, and mingling was standing with the muzzle of the gun pointing at her head. Her cheek touched faintly showed his anger. Her scarlet eyes were full of murderous spirit. If Zhao Fengxia dared to say one more word, he would definitely throw aside all scruples and kill her with one shot.

"Landlady!" The bartender who pushed the door in was late.

Seeing Zhao Fengxia kneeling on the ground, they rushed to help her, but Zhao Fengxia staggered.

They can see that Zhao Fengxia's leg leakage is bleeding, which is obviously a gun hole.

The two waiters looked at the tomb in disbelief and saw the gun in his hand. They were scared to step back.

Because they all know the Ming mausoleum, the person who comes from the shadow of sword and sword, the character who goes through the blood, the famous character who is not afraid of death, and the character who dares to do anything.

If he shot both of them here, it would be easy and easy.

No one is afraid of death, not to mention two small waiters.

Zhao Fengxia bared her teeth in pain. Naturally, she did not have the courage to continue to say something over the grid in front of Ming Ling. She just covered her wound and did not dare to move.

In front of the angry Ming Ling, she didn't dare to make a mistake. In case she said that word wrong, he really shot her.

Just now I thought he would be afraid of Ming Ming and Ming Feng's face and would not kill her, but now it seems that she is wrong.

Mingling saw Zhao Fengxia's painful appearance. He bit his teeth and slowly put down his gun holding hand. However, his angry and icy eyes were still filled with resentment that was hard to cover up. "14 years ago, you should have died! You are still alive because of your son

Ming Ling gave her a fact, let her know her own situation.

If Zhao Fengxia was not the mother of Mingfeng, he would have killed her 14 years ago!

That year, when Ming Ling was only 12 years old, Zhao Fengxia began to think about him.

Unexpectedly, he deliberately grabbed his hand and touched her chest. This scene happened to be seen by the master of hell at that time.

Then Zhao Fengxia pretended to be aggrieved and said in front of master Ming, "your eldest son is good or bad. It seems that something bad has happened to me. I am your wife and his stepmother..."

Later, master Ming fell ill because of this anger. Later, Zhao Fengxia said in front of him that she had calculated her fortune, and the fortune teller said that mingling was the nemesis of the Ming family, and she had a bad mind.

Fearing that the old man would not believe him, Zhao Fengxia wrote about his mother's dystocia when she gave birth to him.

In addition, Zhao Fengxia said that mingling wanted to belittle her. The series of statements and the evidence she made made made convinced him.

In a fury, he drove out mingling and threatened that he would not be his son, and that no one could help him.

What happened to him had something to do with this woman!

After that, he broke out of his own world, not long after returning home, Zhao Fengxia even drugged him, wanted him on her! This kind of vile woman, I don't know why she still has the face to live in this world.

Perhaps it was because she had a deep hatred for him, so she would not hesitate to use this method to destroy the Ming Tomb.

If Zhao Fengxia's plan had been successful two months ago, the headlines of the major news agencies the next day would have been that Ming Ling had no human nature and even slept with her stepmother.

Not only did he lose his reputation, but Ming Tomb was also despised by others.

This is the plot of Zhao Fengxia, which is vulnerable to a single blow.

Zhao Fengxia understood that mingling was angry now. She was so painful that she nodded an apologetic head toward mingling. "I'm wrong. I'll change it later." Anyway, it's better to save your life.

For her kind of clown, Ming Ling just felt ridiculous. She sniffed contempt from her nostrils. Her deep eyes glanced at the two waiters who were scared to stick to the corner of the wall, and left the private room with long legs.

As soon as he left, Zhao Fengxia called out to the two waiters with unbearable pain, "don't hurry to take me to the hospital!"

"Yes, yes..." The two waiters dared to come over, helped Zhao Fengxia to get up and called first aid.

When Ming Ling came out of the bar, his anger had not yet dissipated. He drove, and the neon at night streaked across his bright forehead one by one, covering up his angry red eyes.

But the flying speed showed the owner's frantic mood.

In Xishi villa, Su wennuan is holding a pillow. In her sweet sleep, she may have dreamt of something delicious, so she puffed her mouth.

Ming Ling sat by the bed, quietly looking at her sleeping face, and seeing her sweet and tender look, his cold anger gradually subsided, reached out, and his fingers slowly drew down from her smooth forehead and landed on her sharp chin.Her lips small and pink, very cute, his heart suddenly rose a throb, bent down his head gently in her lips kiss.

"Well..." Perhaps in her dream, she sensed that someone was disturbing her. She moaned in a low voice, and then her mouth twitched and put out her tongue to lick her lips.

See her this lovely and stable appearance, the lips of Ming Ling slightly hook up, is actually a smile.

Only she can let his heart settle down, let him know what is warm.

Ming Ling touched her lips with her beloved fingers, and her thin lips were slightly hooked. After seeing her for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, he lay on the bed gently, afraid to wake her up. His carefree appearance seemed to be afraid of disturbing the broken dreams all over the place.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.

He gently fell on the bed. He stretched out his arms and hugged her from behind her, with his chest close to her soft back.

All the hatred and anger were left behind in her softness.

Su wennuan, thank you for showing up when I was 12 years old.

Thank you, appeared in my most painful age, gave me the courage to live.

Let me try my best to protect you and make me who I am today

Ming Ling Chin against the top of her hair, smell her hair fragrance, a while fell asleep.

"Oh, how heavy..." Su wennuan wakes up in the morning, only to feel his legs numb, there is a heavy weight on her legs.

After a little movement, I knew that it was the leg of Ming Tomb.

She turned around and saw Ming Ling who was sleeping beside her. She laughed. Then she put her hand into the quilt and found his leg in the quilt. She pinched his leg gently, "Mingshao, wake up, you've pressed me..."

Although she said so, her voice was very low and her movements were very light. She was obviously afraid to wake him up, but she was still playing with him mischievously.