love addiction

The familiar face in his memory, and the familiar resistance in his eyes made Ye Xirong raise the corners of his mouth.

Ye Xirong let go of her, and stood on the edge of the bed to drive her away.

This angle of scrutiny made Mo Sheng very uncomfortable, squinting his eyes and asked, "Are you not injured at all?"

"What? Do you want me to get hurt?" Ye Xirong chuckled, and asked her a question instead of answering.

Mo Sheng's eyes turned cold, and there was a bit of hatred in his eyes, "Of course! I'm probably the person in this world who wants you to be hurt the most."

Ye Xirong just listened to this kind of talk, and didn't take it to heart. He sat on the edge of the bed leisurely, reached out to brush the hair on her face, and said calmly, "Then do you want me to die?"

Mo Sheng tightened his fists suddenly, struggled a little and said angrily, "I want to!"

"Hate me that much?"

"Do you think I shouldn't hate you?"

Hearing this, Ye Xirong lowered his eyes to cover the excessive emotions in his eyes, withdrew his hand on her face and got up to leave the bed.

He went to the desk and poured himself a glass of red wine, leaned against the edge of the table and drank it gracefully, his eyes looked at the rare rain outside the window, and he said lightly, "What do you hate me for?"

If he hadn't been controlled, Mo Sheng really wanted to rush over and slap him.

Helpless, he could only be humiliated like this now, Mo Sheng stared at the ceiling, and asked coldly, "What do you want to lure me here for?"

"Are you Bei Fei?"

After hearing this question, Mo Sheng just sneered, "How many times do you want me to answer you? I'm not Bei Fei! I'm not her!"

Hearing this answer again, the light in Ye Xirong's eyes instantly dimmed. After drinking the wine glass in his hand, he poured another glass, and then slowly walked to the bedside, looking down at the tied Mo Sheng, "Since it's not Bei Fei, why did you help Bei's family deal with the bankruptcy?"

"This is my business." Mo Sheng was unwilling to answer his question, "It has nothing to do with you."

Ye Xirong was very dissatisfied with these four words. It was not the first time she said these four words, but it was still very uncomfortable to hear them again.

He approached abruptly, and asked threateningly above her, "Have you forgotten the consequences of saying these four words last time?"

Probably touched Mo Sheng's pain, her eyes widened in anger, and she began to struggle fiercely, cursing angrily while struggling, "You beast! Let me go! What's the point of tying me up like this?"

Ye Xirong seemed to like seeing her angry, and smiled in satisfaction, reached out and pinched her chin to control her struggle, and said, "I wasn't sure if this incident was related to you, Now it seems that it really has nothing to do with you."

Mo Sheng's eyes were full of unyielding emotions, hating Ye Xirong.

"You're probably disappointed to see that I'm not hurt, and the most angry thing is that you were caught by me." Ye Xirong's eyes gradually turned cold, and he raised his hand to pour the red wine in the glass onto her face.

Mo Sheng struggled angrily to prevent the red wine from getting into his nose.

The icy liquid flowed down his face to his neck, resembling his madness that night.

Thinking of those things, Mo Sheng became very excited, and she began to struggle violently regardless of the pain.

Ye Xirong threw away the wine glass, pressed her already strangled wrist and shouted in a low voice, "If you struggle like this again, don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Sheng was not threatened, but was still struggling fiercely.

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Ye Xirong turned on the bed and firmly pressed her down, imprisoning her under his body.

Mo Sheng seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, but he couldn't struggle away. Instead, he was threatened by him so close, and suddenly felt despair. He gradually gave up struggling, looked at him coldly, and didn't speak, just like this watch.

Those eyes were strange and filled with hatred.

Ye Xirong didn't like this look very much, because it would make him realize that the person in front of him was not Bei Fei, but Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng is like a stranger.

He has been looking for Bei Fei all these years, but she seems to have disappeared from this world, completely missing.

Finally, after a few years, I saw her who looked exactly like Bei Fei, but found that she and Bei Fei only looked alike, and their temperament, speech and actions were completely different...

This problem has been bothering Ye Xirong. He asked someone to check, but he couldn't find any information about Mo Sheng.

Her history is as mysterious as her person...

Mysterious to the point of losing control, as if she would disappear again as soon as she let go.

Thinking of this, Ye Xirong suddenly lowered his head impulsively and sealed her lips, quickly and directly, so that Mo Sheng, who had no way to avoid it, was kissed firmly.

She froze for a moment, then was stimulated to struggle again, and bit his lip fiercely.

Even though it was painful, Ye Xirong didn't let go.

He also bit her, as if venting some dissatisfaction.

This kind of biting didn't let Ye Xirong let her go until both of them tasted the blood, retreated slightly, and looked at her with the closest distance between them.

Mo Sheng's eyes were already wet with anger, and he stared at him with red eyes, and when he looked at himself, he asked coldly, "Why did you do this to me? If you want my life, just kill me, why? To humiliate me like this?"

Ye Xirong stretched out his hands to cover her eyes, because he didn't want to see tears streaming from those beautiful eyes.

The warm and dry hands covered the cold eyes, causing Mo Sheng to shed more tears, and her whole body began to tremble slightly.

Ye Xirong approached and whispered in her ear, "I can't bear it."

Mo Sheng closed his eyes, and his bloody lips began to tremble.

Ye Xirong lowered his head and gently kissed away the blood on her lips, then kissed her tenderly and said, "Whether you are Mo Sheng or Bei Fei, I will never let you go."

"You lunatic!" Mo Sheng cursed weakly, "I will kill you!"

"Well, you've said it all, I'm a lunatic." Ye Xirong smiled slightly.

The hand covering her eyes still didn't let go, his temperature was passed from the place where the two of them were in contact with each other, stirring up strange emotions in her heart.

He took the wet towel and gently wiped her face carefully. The action can be said to be gentle, but it made people unclear what he was thinking.

He didn't let go of the red wine that had spilled into her clothes, and directly unbuttoned her shirt.

This time Mo Sheng had given up struggling, because he knew that struggling was useless, but when his fingers touched his skin, he flinched a few times in fear.

But Ye Xirong didn't stop, but continued down.

Mo Sheng scolded angrily, "Beast!"

"Well, I am."

"shameless!"

"I am." He admitted it all.

"You...you bastard!" Mo Sheng couldn't think of a worse adjective.

In the face of these accusations, Ye Xirong still admitted, "You say I am, so I am."

All her words were blocked by him, as if she had punched the cotton with a fist, so she simply shut up and closed her eyes as if she was dead.

Ye Xirong didn't offend any deeper, but after wiping off the red wine, her fingers lingered on the mark on her left chest.

He remembered this mark very clearly, and when he saw it again, he was even more touched.

Ye Xirong gently stroked the mark with his fingers, and said flatly, "On the day I was attacked, a slender man among them had this mark on his chest."

Hearing this, Mo Sheng's body froze slightly.

"Actually, I was injured, but the shot hit the bulletproof vest, so the injury was not too serious." Ye Xirong narrated slowly, "It is precisely because I saw this mark that I was stunned and was shocked." People hit."

Mo Sheng was so quiet that there was no sound at all, like a doll under his control.

Only those long eyelashes tremblingly brushed against his palm, letting him know that she was still listening.

People are the most nervous and frightened in the dark sight, he has been covering her eyes, hoping to see a more real her.

Her eyes can be deceiving, her words can be deceiving, and only this kind of subtle reaction can occasionally allow him to read the true emotions.

"Because I was still in love with the owner of this imprint the night before." After he finished speaking, he finally let go of her, looked into her eyes and said word by word, "If you used a beauty trick, Then congratulations, you succeeded."

Mo Sheng didn't turn his eyes away from looking at him. He didn't know what he was avoiding, but asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want to gamble again."

"What's the meaning……"

Ye Xirong didn't say much, probably because of his living environment in recent years, he has changed a lot.

He is no longer that talented jewelry designer Ye Xirong, but the president of country L, Ye Xirong.

The burden on his shoulders became very heavy, so he completely changed his personality, sometimes indifferent and sometimes gentle, making him unpredictable.

The same is true of doing things, often by surprise, which makes people incomprehensible.

Just like Mo Sheng at this moment, he originally thought that he would die in his hands, or be handed over to the police station or security office as a murderer, but he didn't.

He said he would take a gamble.

Mo Sheng didn't even understand what he meant by gambling once, so he let him go, and was sent away by the person he arranged.

When leaving, Mo Sheng kept trying not to turn her head to look at him, but when she got in the car, she still couldn't help but look back.

She told herself, just take a look, and he shouldn't be able to see her in the car.

But she turned her head and met his gaze from a long distance away.

At that moment, her heart throbbed violently.

Mo Sheng withdrew his gaze in a panic, clutching his chest in fear, regretting taking such a look.

Because of that look, she seemed to be locked by something.

Not freedom, but a locked heart.

After the car was far away, she slowly regained her sanity, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to call Shu Jinqing, "I'll be there in 10 minutes, and I have something to discuss with you."

(1 more, there will be more in a while, probably around eleven, those who have to go to work should take a rest early, the small theater is on the WeChat official account, and the new event will be in Moments at 2.28:[-] p.m. on [-], remember to pay attention.)