The President's Sweet Trap

Ma Anshun looked at her eyes and reflexively blocked her lower body with his hands. He burst into a cold sweat and forgot the pain on his feet. He swallowed his saliva and moved inside, "don't mess around. I'm your husband! "

If her husband doesn't have a wedding certificate, she will admit it if she wants to? Think too much?

In front of him, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a fruit knife, played with it in his hand, and glanced at him: "I tell you what happened to me. No matter what happened to me, even if I can't kill you, I can kill myself. Then you'll be dead on your back. Wait for the police to come to you."

Ma'an's forehead was dripping with sweat. He moved back and pulled his lips. "You don't dare. Kill me and you'll be finished. You dare not commit suicide. " Will someone be so stupid? She killed or killed herself just for a small thing. She must be playing to scare him.

"You can try." Yunxi shrugged and stared down at the knife in her hand. If she chose to live in this place all her life, she would rather die. It's not bad here. It's a gap in life. I grew up in H city from childhood. After living for more than 20 years, I came to such a small mountain village where I can't find a way. If this is fate, why would I be born in H city?

Once again, he was frightened by her gentle appearance. He was close to the wall. The sweat from his body had soaked his clothes. Coupled with the stuffy heat in the room, he felt that his heart could not stand it. He could faint at any time by covering his heart.

She looked around. There was no clean place. She pursed her lips and looked for a long time. Her eyes fell on his Kang. The tip of the knife pointed to him from the Kang to the ground. "You come down, you sleep in the kitchen tonight, and I sleep on the Kang." It's not that she doesn't dislike the dirty Kang. Compared with the ground full of dust, it looks like insects will climb over. It's safer on the Kang. At least there are mattresses.

Ma'an was afraid that she would come with a flying knife. She climbed down from the Kang, stood on one foot in a far corner and looked at her vigilantly.

Yunxi glanced at him, climbed onto the Kang and slept inside, leaving half of the mattress on the ground. She slept beside the bed. If there were any problems, she could escape at any time. If she leaned against the wall, she would be caught in a jar.

He picked up the mattress on the ground, leaned on a small wooden stick, dragged the mattress out of the door and walked towards the kitchen.

She watched him go out of the door and hurriedly went down to the Kang to lock the door. She was relieved that he couldn't open the door again. She threw the knife in her hand on the ground and sat on the ground with soft legs. She doesn't have the courage. Just now she was just trying to scare him. Try his courage. If he were tougher, maybe she would leak the stuffing on the spot.

He patted his chest with lingering palpitations. Fortunately, he was afraid. Fortunately, he went out. Fortunately, fortunately.

Pick up the knife on the ground, get up from the ground, turn off the light in the room, lie back on the bed, and put the knife one meter away to ensure that you won't hurt yourself. If something happens, you can get it directly. She breathed a sigh of relief in the dark.

In fact, after sleeping all day, she didn't feel sleepy at all. She still couldn't forget the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her in the afternoon. She was a little afraid. She was afraid that she was not Yunxi now.

What kind of feeling is this? You've known yourself for three years, and suddenly someone comes out to tell you something before. It's not to deny your current identity, but to let you face up to your previous identity. You suddenly find that everything is true. It's very complicated. It's almost her past and present self. Should she believe in nanqingchen or nanchunjie.

Yunxi blinked and unconsciously read out the three words, "Gu Yiyi..." suddenly there was a pain in her head. She curled up and hugged her head. Suddenly there was a person's shadow in front of her. It was her appearance. It was really different from her feeling. It was more mature and stable than her. His name was... Gu Yiyi.

Bang——

She started with a wheel. In the dark, she saw the open door and a dark figure coming in and straight towards her.

"Who are you?" She asked loudly, and her men quietly picked up the knife. It's definitely not Ma'an. He has a wound on his foot and jumps when walking. What's more, what she said just now has restrained him.

The man didn't answer and approached slowly. Through the window, the moonlight shone on his face. His appearance was something she had never seen before, that is to say, he was a stranger, but the smell of tobacco on him made her feel familiar. It seemed that she had smelled it. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she had been forcibly kissed at this time yesterday, and there was the smell of tobacco on her body.

He is the man of yesterday - Lao Yang!

"Little lady, Ma'an's weak body can't satisfy you. Brother, I'll volunteer to feed you." The evil desire face was getting closer and closer to her. Lao Yang climbed onto the Kang and took off his clothes as he approached her. "Don't think Ma'an can come to save you. I locked the kitchen door before I entered the door. Just you and me tonight. Don't be shy, little lady. I'll take good care of you."

Yunxi bit his lip, tried not to scream, slowly moved to the bedside, hid his knife behind him, and then looked at him getting closer and closer, "stay away from me, or I'll be rude to you!" She said, biting the tip of her tongue to wake herself up.

"Little lady, why do you want to be rude to me? Let's say in bed, shall we?" Lao Yang sat on the Kang and waved to her, "come here and let me see how rude you are, or I'll be rude to you." His voice was very quiet, as if afraid of disturbing her. However, it made her feel the danger of being violated.

After taking a step back, she swallowed her saliva, took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound stable: "hum, have you ever thought about what Ma'an would sleep in the kitchen for?"

Lao Yang had a good rest. He didn't think about it. Isn't it normal for Ma An to sleep in the kitchen like that? Is there anything else in the middle that he doesn't know? He thought for a moment and asked, "do you know?"

"Of course," she took out the knife in her hand and deliberately adjusted the angle so that the moonlight reflected from the knife surface and shone on his face, so that he could see what was in her hand.

Seeing the things in her hand, his face changed suddenly, he rolled down from the Kang, trembled and pointed to the knife in her hand, and asked in a trembling voice, "what are you doing with the knife?" He suddenly remembered what she had just said and looked at her incredulously. The knife in her hand should be the reason why Ma'an ran to the kitchen to sleep?