private marriage

She just stood there, feeling uncomfortable.

Ling Shaocheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one and bit it in his mouth. He swung the lighter in the other hand and waved to Ling Nuanqing.

Is this to make her come forward and light the fire?

Ling Nuanqing pretended not to notice, and sat down on the big bed, "The rooms opened by rich people are different. This mattress is so comfortable. Is the sound insulation effect good here?"

"Okay, very good, no one can hear you screaming."

Ling Nuanqing saw Ling Shaocheng light the fire with a click, the smoke was flickering on his fingertips, and the white smoke lazily exhaled from the man's lips. He stared sideways out of the window with a worried look on his face.

Ling Nuanqing felt that she was a superfluous person, and she didn't know why Ling Shaocheng asked her to come here.

After he finished smoking a cigarette, Ling Shaocheng went into the cloakroom, and came out with a skirt in his hand.

At a glance, Ling Nuanqing's blood was running backwards. This is her skirt, which Ling Shaocheng bought for her five years ago.

The man handed the skirt in front of Ling Nuanqing, "Go, put it on."

She wondered if Ling Shaocheng really recognized her, Ling Nuanqing held the skirt in her hand, "Will you give me a gift when we first meet? Thank you!"

"I'll give you 5 minutes to change."

Ling Nuanqing seemed to be stabbed on the neck with a knife. She got up and walked into the bathroom. Her figure didn't change much, and this skirt was completely wearable.

As she stood in front of the big bed, Ling Shaocheng's eyes clearly had unknown feelings. His gaze went from her chest to her slender waist, and then slid across Ling Nuanqing's flat belly...

His eyes seemed to have hooks, and wherever he went, he could tear the fabric off her body, exposing her naked body to the air.

Ling Shaocheng raised his legs and walked in front of her, he walked around her side, Ling Nuanqing's spine climbed a layer of cold, the man would stand still behind her, she couldn't see his expression, this kind of incomprehensible The feeling almost made Ling Nuanqing collapse.

A hand reached out and touched Ling Nuanqing's waist. His palm rubbed along her waistline. She held her breath and clenched her teeth tightly.

Ling Shaocheng approached behind her, his fiery breath scorched the back of her neck, and Ling Nuanqing grasped her hand hanging by her side.

The man held a corner of the fabric at his waist, "it's loose."

She seemed to be a little thinner than Ling Nuanqing, and could be pinched with two hands with a thin waist.

"Why don't you just buy me another one, or just give me money."

Ling Shaocheng walked to the bed, took off his watch and put it on the bedside table, this was not a good signal.

"Are you married? Have a wife?"

Ling Shaocheng froze, without turning his head, "You still care about this?"

"Ask casually, isn't it because you are afraid that your wife will catch you..."

"She can't control me."

Ling Nuanqing laughed dryly, "It doesn't matter, I don't care anyway."

Ling Shaocheng supported the bedside table with one hand, the scar on his chest had healed long ago, but he still felt throbbing pain from time to time.Back then, Ling Nuanqing carried the title of mistress, and her life was worse than death, but in this woman's view, as long as she gave money, what was a third party?

He became more and more contemptuous of her, and wished she could take off her clothes and go away.

Ling Shaocheng remained silent, the more he behaved like this, the more panicked Ling Nuanqing became.

"Do you want to sleep?"

She asked so bluntly, she should talk to other men in the same way, right?

Ling Shaocheng sneered, "How many men have you had?"

"You still think I'm dirty?"

Ling Shaocheng had no intention of asking for her at all, his fingers fell to his neck, and he unbuttoned them one by one, exposing a large area of ​​his chest, as well as the scar marks on his chest.

Ling Nuanqing stood far away and couldn't see very clearly. Being in a stalemate like this was simply torture. She made a pose, which she learned from Qian Xiaoxiao.

"Does this dress suit me? It makes me look like a princess."

Ling Shaocheng didn't bother to raise his eyelids, if she was a princess, what would Ling Nuanqing be?
She deserves it too.

"Go take it off."

"Didn't you send it to me?"

Wherever Ling Shaocheng went on business trips, he had to bring a piece of Ling Nuanqing's clothes, just like a towel used to comfort a child, without it, he couldn't sleep.

This dress can't be given to her for nothing like this, even if it has been contaminated with this woman's dirty breath, it can't be given to her.

Otherwise, Ling Shaocheng will be in anxiety for the next few days. After all these years, he has suffered from an illness, a persistent illness.

Ling Shaocheng opened his shirt and walked to the sofa with long legs. Since he looked down on her so much, why didn't he let her go as far as she could?

Ling Nuanqing couldn't be wasted like this, seeing Ling Shaocheng sat down, "Then return the clothes to you, can I go?"

"What are you in such a hurry to do?"

Ling Nuanqing was almost driven mad by him, she was suffering so much that she couldn't bear to spend another second here.

When she walked to the rest area, Ling Shaocheng's upper body was almost naked, with two beautiful collarbones looming, Ling Nuanqing squatted down beside him, "You guys are like this, duplicity, I can tell, you like me, don't you?" ?”

Where did she get such confidence? Was it from the big birthmark on her face?

Ling Shaocheng didn't look at her face, but only at her body.

Ling Nuanqing stretched out her hand, and put her palm on his chest, which happened to be Ling Shaocheng's wound.

As soon as the electric shock hit, Ling Shaocheng's expression changed suddenly, and the anger in his eyes surged. He grabbed Ling Nuanqing's wrist, raised his foot and kicked her on the shoulder.

She was caught off guard and fell backwards. Ling Nuanqing was lying on her side on the ground, and her head hit the leg of the coffee table.

There was a buzzing in her ears, Ling Nuanqing quickly covered the mask with her hands, she stretched out her hands to rub the painful place, she really didn't expect Ling Shaocheng's reaction to be so intense.

He never touched her, and she almost forgot that this man's nature was actually violent.

Ling Nuanqing was a little stunned, but she still reacted quickly. "You are so strange. You can't do this or that. You don't want to give money, do you?"

Ling Shaocheng glanced over, and Ling Nuanqing fell on her back, with no sense of beauty at all.

There really isn't much Ling Nuanqing on this vulgar woman.

She got up from the ground and patted her skirt. "Anyone who cares about wearing your clothes will return them to you."

Ling Nuanqing quickly went back to the bathroom to change her clothes, and put the skirt on the sofa, "I don't want your money anymore, I'm leaving now."

"I didn't let you go." Ling Shaocheng pointed to the opposite side, "Go and sit down."

Ling Nuanqing hesitated, and finally sat across from her.

It was already late at night, Ling Shaocheng didn't sleep or do anything else, he just sat on the sofa in a daze, and it was fine if he didn't look at her, and he didn't let Ling Nuanqing go.