Love-hunting CEO Too Strong

His cold and proud face softened. He lowered his head and looked at her shaking body deeply. His hands tightened and his voice softened

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The lighter is just thrown on the ground to scare you. Who told you to be scared and hold on. This kind of filthy thing shouldn't stain your hands. You don't have the strength to bear the darkness. Why force yourself to do it? "

His voice is so tender that it flows quietly like the sunshine in winter. His tone is full of soothing power.

Bai Ling leans in his arms and is hugged by him, listening to his indifferent words of comfort.

The feeling of fear gradually calms down[

I don't know why, all of a sudden, she had an impulse to cry, and her dry eyes became moist.

Salty tears ran out of his eyes and moistened the clothes on his chest.

Perhaps every woman in the most vulnerable and fear, suddenly came a strong protector, no matter how this person did not like before.

But at this moment, that kind of heartfelt feeling is real.

No matter what, she will always remember this night, this man, this gentle embrace.

After calming down for a while, Bai Ling left his arms and tried to calm down, but her eyes were still confused and gloomy.

"Murphy, I killed people. Although he has done a lot of bad things and is a man to be killed, I'm afraid I can't escape punishment. Even if I destroy his body, I'm afraid I'll be found soon. I'll go to jail, won't I? "

What's more, she really can't do it. She can't bear the bottom line.

Bai Ling's voice had a slight trill at the end, and her fingers clenched uneasily.

Mo Fei's eyes looked at her thin and white face like a piece of paper. There was a sting in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but feel sad.

Is it that hard for her to ask him for help?

"Well, how can I put you in jail with me. I'm also your accomplice. Besides, I threw the dying bastard out just now. To be exact, he died in my hands, not you. If you go to jail, I'll go to jail too. "

His careless words are full of self-confidence and courage. As a man with black and white, his hands are never clean.

Killing an asshole is nothing to him, and there is no pressure in his heart.

But he knew that murder was terrible and guilty to her. Could she feel more at ease?