My CEO Husband

Thinking about the little boy who helped Qin niange talk in the morning, Li Mingyi feels that his chest has been filled with anger.

If Gu Junxiu had not become a brother in the same pair of trousers 800 years ago, he would not hesitate to fight until he could not get up.

Gu Junxiu probably understood his position in his heart. He didn't mean to be afraid at all. Instead, the dimples on his cheek deepened.

"It's not like you to care so much about a little girl." Gu Junxiu said with a low smile.

Li Ming Yi's in the mind move, just want to open mouth to refute, the door of the box was pushed to open by squeak.

All the people in the box stopped and looked at the door.

It's Xiao Yang, the driver. Qin niange, dressed in school uniform, stands beside him. Looking at the scene full of room, he is at a loss.

Her line of sight in the first time will find the location of Li Mingyi, but, still dare not move forward.

In her cognition, this kind of place has nothing to do with herself.

Even though he has been in Li Mingyi's body for many times, the bottom of Qin niange's heart is still thousands of miles away from this drunken place.

She stood at the door at a loss, gazing at Li Mingyi's cold eyes, holding her backpack firmly in front of her chest.

This defensive posture seemed to indicate that she was ready to escape at any time.

However, in the face of such a cold Li Mingyi, does she really have a chance to escape?

Looking at her standing at the door, a man whose shirt was half untied by the women around him could not help whistling and frivolously said, "yes, there's a student sister. Who's her name? Is this the uniform temptation offered? It's so itchy to wear this little face. Who ordered it? How about giving it to my friends? Little sister, I'll double the price. Stay with me. "

With this beginning, several other people immediately began to coax out their anger: "what's double? Follow me, I'll pay five times! "

"Little beauty follows me, what brother wants to buy for you."

“……”

As they talked more and more excessively, one or two drunk men got up from their seats and went askew towards the door.

Qin niange looked at them in horror and stepped back several steps. The driver beside her also bowed to Li Mingyi, who was still sitting on the sofa: "young master, miss has brought it to you."

Seeing the driver greeting Li Mingyi, they knew who the girl belonged to.

The man who was the first to speak suddenly laughed and raised his chin to Li Mingyi: "no wonder Li Dong is so reserved today. No woman wants it. It turns out that he has brought good goods."

Li Mingyi has a gloomy face. He thought that he would like to see the situation in front of him, but now seeing Qin niange pale in these men's frivolous words, his chest still can't help but raise a burst of anger.

He didn't answer the man's words. He spoke directly to the small figure at the door: "come in!"

Despite the hustle and bustle of the voice in this box, Qin niange caught his cold command at the first time.

Qin niange trembled and looked up timidly.

Li Ming Yi frowned and continued to repeat to her: "I said, come in."

"Ha ha... My little sister seems to be a little afraid of you. Why don't you give my two beauties to you and give my little sister to me?" Just now the man continued to tease frivolously.

Li Mingyi's sharp eye knife shot at him. The man's smile suddenly froze on his face. He felt his nose awkwardly and kept silent.

The man stopped laughing, but Qin niange was still red eyed because of the insulting words just coming out of the room.

She seems to have understood what Li Mingyi wants her to do here.

"Don't let me say it a third time." Li Mingyi's piercing voice rang out in her ear again.

Qin niange blinked, squeezed out the tears in her eyes, hugged the backpack she used as her only support, and finally moved her feet and walked slowly towards him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

In the eyes of all the people, Qin niange felt that every step of her life was like walking on the tip of a knife. With each step, a pain directly reaching her heart swept through her whole body.

In the eyes of these people, like all the women in this room, she was just a shameless prostitute.

Qin niange spent a lot of effort to suppress the sour surge in his nose and not let himself sob.

But her eyes, or a layer of fog can not be ignored.

What Qin niange doesn't know is that it's her crying appearance that makes her look more like a beauty that people want to hold in their hands, love and waste. All the men here wish that the end of her steps would be themselves.