Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"What are you doing? Let me go!" An Xiaojing wanted to break free from Leng Yichen's confinement, but it was useless no matter how much she twisted her body, and Leng Yichen dragged An Xiaojing up without saying a word. He went upstairs, and then threw it on the bed fiercely.

"Young Master Leng is in such a high spirits that he withdrew from the venue so quickly?" An Xiaojing's tone was full of sarcasm.

Leng Yichen also wore a beautiful silk scarf around his neck, because An Xiaojing left a scar on him yesterday, and the silk scarf can cover it.

The man didn't answer An Xiaojing's words, but viciously tore off the silk scarf around his neck, then his coat, and then his tie.

"Leng Yichen, what are you doing!" An Xiaojing realized that the situation was getting worse and worse, she kept shrinking back from the window.

"An Xiaojing, you're quite capable. Yu Zhenhuan and I have made so much money together, but we haven't had a close relationship, but what about you? Talking to her sister, you can have such a heart-to-heart relationship with that person."

"Confidentially? He saved me, and my life is his!" An Xiaojing was very angry, and she also said this in a moment of impatience.

"Ha, good!" Leng Yichen walked towards the bed slowly, his breath was chaotic to an unreasonable level, and then he violently tore An Xiaojing's purple skirt.

"Your life belongs to Yu Zhenhuan, where is your skirt?"

"Are you sick? Chen Xi lent me the dress. What does it have to do with Yu Zhenhuan?"

"Yes, the dress belongs to Leng Chenxi, oh, I almost forgot, I don't know which cheap man your first night belonged to. You always have something that belongs to another man! Then tell me, which one belongs to your husband and I of!"

Leng Yichen supported An Xiaojing's chin with his hand, and looked at the man with menacing eyes.

"Belong to you and be your slave? Leng Yichen, stop dreaming!" An Xiaojing's jaw was almost crushed by Leng Yichen, but her strength to refute him would not decrease at all.

"Hehe, good. Then I will wash away all the marks of those people on you now!"

Leng Yichen picked up the scissors in the bedside table, An Xiaojing shuddered, she didn't know what perverted things Leng Yichen would do.

kill her?No way.

However, before he had time to think about it, Leng Yichen's scissors continued to cut the torn skirt into pieces.

"How about it, tell Leng Chenxi that the skirt is gone!"

He threw the scissors on the ground, and now An Xiaojing only had a corset and panties on her body, and she was trembling with fright.

"These, are they also given to you by others? An Xiaojing, you are really a beggar!"

Leng Yichen grabbed An Xiaojing with his hand, and began to act unscrupulously through the fabric...

An Xiaojing endured everything uncomfortably, but Leng Yichen became more and more forceful.

In the end, with a single effort, he also untied An Xiaojing's penis, not so much untie it, but torn it apart.

Suddenly An Xiaojing's chest was cold.

"Why, shouldn't you be very familiar with these things?" Seeing An Xiaojing trying to hug her chest, Leng Yichen's nostrils were full of sarcasm and contempt.

Is this woman pretending to be in front of her, or is she doing it on purpose.

Or, he felt that he couldn't satisfy her, so he always put on such a posture of refusal and welcome?

"Leng Yichen, you are shameless!"

"Shameless is still behind!"

After finishing speaking, that person's hand started to pull An Xiaojing... An Xiaojing tried her best to resist and didn't want him to succeed, but Leng Yichen's strength was still too great.

Finally, the person in front of him has become invisible...

As for Leng Yichen, his anger needs to be calmed down by An Xiaojing...

An Xiaojing endured the pain he gave her and tightly closed her mouth, but she finally couldn't help it...

"Oh!" Leng Yichen hooked the corner of his mouth.

"You still lost, An Xiaojing, you obviously enjoy all this, but you still don't want to admit it, is it because you are so cheap when you are under someone else?"

After speaking, he began to act recklessly again, and An Xiaojing's cry became louder involuntarily.

Leng Yichen was full of anger and revenge, he thought of the conversation between An Xiaojing and Yu Zhenhuan at that time, she said that she was waiting for someone to come back, a person, is it the person in the previous dream?

All his anger turned into a crazy driving force below him, and An Xiaojing could only bear it all.

Night, insolent and ambiguous.

After waking up the next day, Leng Yichen had long since disappeared, An Xiaojing glanced at the frivolous clothes on the ground, and sighed.

Then I found a few more clothes from the closet.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw Leng Chenxi sitting on the sofa.

"Sister-in-law! Yesterday!" Leng Chenxi suddenly noticed that there were hickey marks on An Xiaojing's neck, face, and even arms. He could imagine how rough Leng Yichen was yesterday.

"Chenxi, your skirt, I think I'm going to write an IOU!" An Xiaojing tried her best to smile, that skirt was torn to pieces by Leng Yichen, unlike before, it couldn't even be mended.

"Don't lift your skirt!" Leng Chenxi looked at An Xiaojing with pity, he wanted to give her a hug, but this would only make Leng Yichen return all his dissatisfaction to An Xiaojing.

His heart was tangled and aching.

"By the way, in those photos last night, there are indeed clues to people who can find out your brother's whereabouts!"

Leng Chenxi wanted to make An Xiaojing happy as much as possible.

"Really?" Sure enough, An Xiaojing was a little more emotional than before, but she was obviously still in a very tired state.

"Well, I will try my best to investigate!" Leng Chenxi said, giving An Xiaojing a positive smile.

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On the other side, Nangong Han was sitting in the Maserati with the document in his hand, smiling half-smile.

"Go, find that woman for me, I have something to ask her face to face!"

"Yes!"

Then, he carefully looked at the document in his hand, even more confused with his smile.

In the high-end French restaurant, a woman in black finally appeared.

"Are you looking for me?" Her attitude was still arrogant, even though Nangong Han was sitting opposite, she still sat down with disdain.

"Miss An, don't come here without any problems!" Nangong Han said very relaxed.

An Xiya was wearing sunglasses. She and Nangong Han met privately, and if someone caught her, there would be gossip.

"Mr. Nangong is quite free. He actually has time to ask me for coffee!" An Xiya picked up the coffee in front of her and sipped it lightly. Mark of.

"Miss An, why don't you think about why I asked you to drink coffee?" Nangong Han smiled, and suddenly looked at An Xiya with very serious eyes.