private marriage

The man on Ling Nuanqing shook twice, blood dripped from the corner of his forehead, and half of his face was soon stained red.

Seeing that he was about to fall forward, Ling Nuanqing stretched out her hand in fright and pushed the man, and the man fell to the side.

Ling Shaocheng didn't even look at the person who fell at his feet, the room suddenly fell silent, Ling Nuanqing wiped his face with his hand, "Mr. Ling is very angry."

Ling Shaocheng threw the ashtray in his hand on the man, and the man was almost knocked out, shaking his head, feeling so dizzy, as if he was about to die.

Qian Xiaoxiao and the other woman were stunned. Just now Ling Shaocheng moved in a hurry and stepped on her foot when he got up. She was still in pain.

"Mingyue, pull these people out."

"Yes."

This is the benefactor that Qian Xiaoxiao has the cheek to want to get close to. She lay on the ground and refused to stand up, while the woman next to her had already got up and ran out.

"Oh, Mr. Ling, look at me, my legs are so frightened that my legs are weak."

Does she not believe that Ling Shaocheng is blind?Looking at the whole world of luxury, she is the one with the best looks. Even if Ling Shaocheng has a strange taste, he wouldn't like Ling Nuanqing, right?

No one in the box paid any attention to her, Ming Yue walked up to the drowsy man, grabbed one of his wrists, and dragged him out.

The man's scalp burst open, and even a random touch made him half-dead in pain. He grunted twice, and was dragged out like a dead dog.

His head hit the coffee table leg, and hit the sofa again, his whole face was covered with blood, and he wanted to say something while grunting, "Help..."

The box door was open, Ming Yue dragged him to the door, kicked him in the waist and made him roll to the corridor.

Qian Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to sneak out, this man might be a devil, she didn't want Sister Su to collect the body for her.

"Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"

Qian Xiaoxiao ran to the door, and Ming Yue stopped there, blocking her way like a wall.

Qian Xiaoxiao smiled professionally, turned around and looked in Ling Shaocheng's direction, "What orders does Mr. Ling have?"

"come over."

Ling Shaocheng's gaze hardly fell on Ling Nuanqing again, he bent down and took a wet towel to wipe his hands, he didn't think the ground was stained with human blood, so he went straight to sit on the sofa.

Ling Nuanqing's arm was almost crushed by him, the private room was spacious, and there were more than this set of sofas, but Ling Shaocheng wanted to squeeze with Ling Nuanqing.

Qian Xiaoxiao boldly came to Ling Shaocheng, "Do you want a drink or a song?"

"Is that how you talk to me?"

Qian Xiaoxiao quickly squatted down.

Ling Shaocheng showed disdain, "Kneel down."

Qian Xiaoxiao's knees softened, and she knelt down in front of Ling Shaocheng.

"How long has this woman been here?"

Ling Nuanqing raised her eyes and saw Ling Shaocheng's broad back. His handsome face was slightly sideways facing Qian Xiaoxiao, with his arms resting on his long legs.

"I don't know...she was here when I came."

"She's ugly, isn't she?"

Qian Xiaoxiao couldn't figure out what the relationship between Ling Nuanqing and Ling Shaocheng was, "It's... not bad."

"Okay? Going out like this, I'm afraid even a child will be scared to cry."

Hearing this, Qian Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed Ling Shaocheng's words. "Yes, the ugly ones are to die for."

"Have you ever seen anyone uglier than her?"

Ling Shaocheng's tone was indifferent, and in the eyes of others, he felt that this man was too boring, so he caught an ugly girl here for entertainment.

"never seen it."

"I haven't seen it either."

Ling Nuanqing listened to the conversation between the two, she was calm in her heart, and she didn't feel sad or uncomfortable at all.Qian Xiaoxiao raised her tightly-pressed eyelids slightly, and looked at Ling Nuanqing with sarcasm hidden in her eyes.

Her chin was suddenly grabbed by someone, Ling Shaocheng pinched her cheek with a towel, Qian Xiaoxiao's eyelashes fluttered twice, and said softly, "Mr. Ling..."

Ling Shaocheng took a fork of fruit from the table and stuck it on Qian Xiaoxiao's left cheek, "I want to see how ugly someone uglier than her can be."

"You... what do you mean?"

Ling Shaocheng's treasure has never been said an ugly word by anyone. It is his treasure, the thing he is most proud of. At that time, he was hiding at home and even brought it out to others to see it.But now, being pointed at her nose and scolded like this, not only saying she is dirty, but also saying that she is ugly as hell?
Ling Shaocheng pressed down with all his strength, Qian Xiaoxiao's face was slashed with blood, and the woman's face showed a ferocious expression, "Mr. Ling, please let me go, I beg you!"

After all, she only had this face that was valuable.

Ling Nuanqing covered her face with the towel again, and when he finished paying Qian Xiaoxiao's debt, it would naturally be her turn, so she didn't have to send it to her door now.

"what--"

The woman's scream was extremely shrill.

Ling Nuanqing tightly closed her eyes, she could foresee how miserable her end would be, Qian Xiaoxiao covered her face and ran away in a hurry, Ling Shaocheng sat there motionless like a sculpture.

boom.

As if the sound of the door being slammed shut, Ling Nuanqing was startled, which meant that there were only her and Ling Shaocheng in the box.

The towel that Ling Nuanqing was covering was very smelly, she could feel Ling Shaocheng's body move, his eyes fell on her face, and soon moved to Ling Nuanqing's heaving chest.

Ling Shaocheng raised his hand to hold the towel, and pulled it down little by little. Her smooth forehead was exposed, and soon there were slender eyebrows and eyes hidden under the blue mark.

Ling Shaocheng lowered his body, his breath hit Ling Nuanqing's face, she could clearly see the rolling of the man's throat.

"Did you make a lot of money over the years?"

Ling Nuanqing hid her hands behind her waist, "Not many, after all, the people here are not as generous as Mr. Ling."

When Ling Nuanqing finished speaking, she saw Ling Shaocheng raised her hand and was unbuttoning her shirt, her throat gradually became dry, "What are you going to do?
"It's true that I spend a lot of money. You have served me well. I hope you work here for a few years."

The man's speed was very fast, and he gradually unbuttoned one by one. He was propped on top of her head, and the scar on her chest, Ling Nuanqing, could be clearly seen.

She looked away, "I don't accept this job."

"Why? Are you people here qualified to pick and choose?"

Ling Shaocheng clasped the back of Ling Nuanqing's neck with his big palm, and picked her up. He let her face cover his chest, and her lips happened to be printed on the scar.Ling Nuanqing pushed against him with both hands, kept tearing at his body, and pinched his waist heavily, but it didn't help.

Ling Shaocheng's long-healed wound seemed to burst open again, dripping with blood, and the heart that hadn't beat for a long time was entangled in thorns. It wanted to break free, but the thorny thorns became tighter and tighter. Bloody gashs were torn out.