Palm sweet wife: deeply beloved by mysterious husband

"Pain..."

When Ming Youyin wakes up from a coma, his first feeling is pain.

It hurts all over.

She opened her eyes and moved, her hands and feet tied.

She woke up from a coma and her eyes widened suddenly, and her consciousness returned in an instant.

She was kidnapped!

Drinking with guests in the hotel, he came out of the bathroom, was knocked down and fainted.

Who is it?

What do you want?

Ming Youyin presses down her panic and struggles hard, but the rope on her hands and feet doesn't move.

When the door opened, a bald, beer bellied middle-aged fat man came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

Seeing that mingyouyin woke up, he smiled obscene and went to the bedside to touch mingyouyin's small face. "I read countless women. I met a beauty like you for the first time. I'm lucky today!"

"Let go of me and don't touch me!" Ming Youyin frowns in disgust, hides his hand and struggles.

She wore a red silk skirt, slender arms, straight legs, and exquisite collarbones were all exposed to the air.

The enchanting flame red set off her porcelain white skin and beautiful face, moving like a goblin.

"Go away!" Ming Youyin's struggling hands and feet are bleeding from the rope. Looking at the fat hand stretched out to her, her eyes turn red, and her desperate scream is like a cuckoo weeping blood.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

The man only had time to look back. Before he scolded, he was caught and thrown out of his hair.

His fat body fell heavily to the ground. Just when he wanted to get up, his lifeblood was trampled and his toes were crushed. He screamed like a pig, and fainted in an instant.

Ye qihan looked at the man who had fainted in disgust and raised his feet back to the bed.

Ming Youyin finally breaks free from the rope in her hand at the cost of the flesh and blood of her wrists.

The clothes are torn. Ming Youyin pulls the sheet over her body and looks up at ye qihan. Her body trembles slightly. Looking at ye qihan's eyes, she has a deep hatred.

Ye qihan looked at Ming Youyin's stubborn look and took out a bank card. "The hospital said that there was no one million, so he would throw Ming Han into the street tomorrow."

Mingyouyin stares at him and bites his lower lip. His body trembles even more.

Ye qihan threw the bank card at Ming Youyin's hand. "There's a million in it. Sleep with me one night. It's yours."

Ming Youyin smiles angrily.

Ye qihan.

Her good brother ye qihan.

Ye qihan, then a street orphan and now the richest man in Jincheng.

The hate in her heart can't cut ye qihan thousands of times, but she laughs low.

She lifted the long hair that fell on her ears, her eyes moved, her hands and feet were full of charm and enchanting, "well, master ye, one million a night is better than letting the fat man sleep in vain."

Ye qihan frowned and suddenly regretted that the foot he had just stepped on was too light.

Ming Youyin got up wrapped in the sheet and knelt down on the bed. His tender white index finger crossed ye qihan's handsome side face with enchanting eyes. "Young master ye, Yinyin bothers you to wait a minute. He always wants Yinyin to take a bath and avoid making Yinyin's body dirty. What do you say?"

Ye qihan frowned slightly and looked at Ming Youyin.

Such a bright and young voice made him very strange.

He and Ming Youyin grew up together. The Ming Youyin in his impression is clean, pure, bright and moving.

But at this time, the face of mingyouyin in front of him was still the original beautiful face, but there was a charm in his bones, like a goblin.

Thinking of the man who had just seen such Ming Youyin, he suddenly had the impulse to dig out the man's eyes.

Mingyouyin gets up and goes to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Ming Youyin walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel.

The bath towel only covers the position below her chest and above the root of her thigh. In addition, it has a panoramic view.

Ye qihan watched her press the bath towel on her chest and approached him step by step. Her throat rolled down and her body reacted quickly.

Ming Youyin walks up to him, presses the bath towel with one hand, puts the other hand on ye qihan's shoulder, presses his shoulder, pushes him to sit on the bed, his eyes move, and his smile is enchanting, "Ye Shao... Yinyin is waiting for you!"

Her sweet voice, soft and greasy ye qihan's heart and hair tremble.

Across his clothes, he seemed to feel the soft little hand on his shoulder.

Once, they... Closed their fingers countless times

Ming Youyin sits across ye qihan's legs, and his lips slowly approach ye qihan's lips.

Ye qihan's body seems to be lit by someone. He ferociously hoops Ming Youyin's waist and wants to put Ming Youyin down in bed.

"Don't move!" Ming Youyin's sweet, soft and greasy voice suddenly became cold.

The cold and sharp pieces of glass hit ye qihan's carotid artery.

Ming Youyin still smiles enchanting, but her eye waves no longer hook people, only her deep-rooted hatred.

The sharp pieces of glass against ye qihan's carotid artery. Ming Youyin slowly sat up straight, looked at ye qihan's eyes, and sneered, "do you want to sleep with me? Oh, no one can turn you! "

Ye qihan glanced at the glass fragments against his carotid artery, turned his head and looked at Ming Youyin, "don't you dare!"

"Want to try?" Ming Youyin tries hard on her hand. The glass fragments pierce ye qihan's skin, and the scarlet blood drips down ye qihan's neck.

Blood, there are ye qihan and Ming Youyin.

The broken glass is the result of Ming Youyin breaking a small mirror in the bathroom. Its shape is irregular.

Holding the glass fragments, the irregular glass fragments cut ye qihan's neck and Ming Youyin's fingers.

Ye qihan turned his head and looked at the dripping blood. His eyes were dark and his heart was angina pectoris.

He can ignore his bloody neck, but he can't ignore mingyouyin's cut finger.

Ye qihan's eyes, along Ming Youyin's bloody fingers, fell on Ming Youyin's stubborn and tight lips. He smiled gently, "OK, you win this time, you go."

Growing up together, he knew her stubbornness too well.

Better a broken jade than a broken one.

Ming Youyin, who shows such a look, really dares to die.

And he didn't dare let her die.

Ming Youyin chuckled, and the glass fragments hit ye qihan's neck again. "Please, little ye, let someone buy clothes for Yin Yin. Although Yin Yin has a rotten life now, you should have a sense of shame. What do you say, little ye?"