The full-level flirt is wild and sassy

While serving the man, Ming Jiarou reported the license plate number he had just memorized.

After the man heard the words, he hooked a satisfied smile.

He grabbed Ming Jiarou's hair, pulled her onto his lap, and squeezed her chin tightly, "You did a beautiful job, what reward do you want?"

The pinched jaw hurt, but Ming Jiarou felt a little pleasure, "From the beginning to the end, there is only one reward I want!"

Satisfied with her non-greediness, the man whispered the reward she wanted, "Let Ming shake to death."

Bright shake.

These two words made Ming Jiarou's eyes burst out with strong hatred.

That's right, she only wants to die tomorrow.

As long as she died, she could pay whatever price she wanted.

"Master has already helped me kill Song Jincheng, so it's my reward this time."

That's right!

Song Jincheng did not commit suicide.

Ming Jiarou begged for his death.

She begged the perverted man in front of her to kill Song Jincheng for her.

But Song Jincheng's suicide note was indeed written by himself.

"He is arrogant and selfish. He will do anything to achieve his goals, but I know he has a weakness!"

Ming Jiarou reached out to unbutton the man's shirt, and said, "The person Song Jincheng loves the most is not his parents, but his 12-year-old sister. If he threatens him with his sister, he will do anything."

The buttons were undone one by one.

When Ming Jiarou saw the scars on the man's chest, his eyes were only slightly surprised for a moment, instead of showing disgust, he lowered his head and kissed him.

This action made the man tremble.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and then he grabbed the back of her head forcefully.

Forcing her, kissing, all the scars on his body.

Those, the scars I made with one knife and one knife in countless nights of fear of being abandoned.

"Master, does it hurt?"

Ming Jiarou didn't ask about the origin of these scars, but she thought that this man must have been tortured and humiliated inhumanely before to be so perverted.

It was as if he was rubbed against the ground by Ming Yao and lost all his dignity, so he was willing to make a deal with the devil.

"Call me, Brother Nan."

Brother Nan?
This is what the Mary Sue ghost is called.

Ming Jiarou slandered in her heart, but said honestly, "Brother Nan, does it hurt?"

"It hurts! Brother Nan, it hurts, it hurts."

The man's expression suddenly became very painful, as if someone had ripped out his internal organs with a sharp knife.

His sight became blurred and distant.

'Brother Nan, do you eat candy? '

'Brother Nan, this is my favorite, peach-flavored, I'll give it to you secretly! '

'Brother Nan, why did you come back so late today?I miss you so much. '

'Brother Nan, I fell down today, can you give me a whimper? '

"Brother Nan..."

"Brother Nan..."

In the memory, the unforgettable voice came to the ears from the distant world.

So clear, yet so ethereal.

The small figure ran towards him bouncing up and down.

He reached out to grab it.

But, you can't catch it at all.

No matter how hard he tried to catch it, he couldn't catch it.

Ming Jiarou was taken aback.

Is she wrong?
She actually saw traces of tears from the corner of the man's eyes.

No, I must have read it wrong.

How could he be crying if he was so perverted?

"Brother Nan?"

The man's vision suddenly became clear, and he twisted hard again.

"Don't call me that, who allowed you to call me that? What are you! You are not her, and you will never be her!"

His Yuyu disappeared.

Gone forever.