Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Seeing the usually lively and beautiful girl, she was now lying there like a dying fish, breathing heavily, and her whole body looked like a cooked shrimp.

He squatted down, picked her up, and said softly: "Yingzi, don't be afraid, I'll call a doctor right away."

Shang Aiying softened in his arms and whispered, "I'm fine, Brother Han Ting, take me away."

"Ah."

Han Ting picked her up and walked towards the door. When he passed the corner, he saw the man in the corner. He suddenly became furious and kicked the man to kill him.

Shang Aiying felt his murderous intent.

The little hand grabbed his heart and whispered, "Brother Han Ting, don't, don't dirty your feet."

Han Ting snorted softly, "Even after all this, you still can't bear to part with your little boyfriend?"

Shang Aiying paused.

"It's not that I can't bear to leave him, it's that I can't bear to let my brother get his feet dirty."

She drank some wine to cheer herself up, and her voice became soft as if she was acting coquettishly.

Han Ting's jaw tightened, and he ignored the man in the corner, picked her up and left.

Fortunately, they were in the same resort. He had just received a call and heard that something was wrong with her. He quickly located and tracked her down and managed to save her.

If she lived farther away, he would not be able to catch up.

Since she didn't want to have sex with that bastard, why did she go to a hotel with him?

Han Ting held her in his arms and walked quickly towards his own small building. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or relieved.

He was tall and had long legs. He was dressed in black and was shrouded in gloom. He seemed to have melted into the dark night without a trace of light.

Shang Aiying didn't want her boyfriend to get close to her, but she didn't resist the man in front of her at all. Her body was hot, and she felt extremely comfortable against his cold chest.

No one can resist comfort.

Her little hand couldn't control itself and slowly reached towards his collar, trying to get some coolness.

When he returned to the small building, Han Ting's black shirt was already torn into pieces.

He carried her up to the second floor quickly, entered the master bedroom, kicked open the bathroom door, put her in the bathtub, and said in a low voice, "Do you need some cold water to help you wake up?"

Shang Aiying shook her head like a rattle.

Her little hands grabbed his collar and wouldn't let go, rubbing her little face against his chest: "I don't want cold water, I want brother, brother, can you help me sober up?"

Han Ting raised his hand, pinched her little face from his chest, and forced her to look at him: "Yingzi, take a look at who I am. I am not one of those messy good brothers of yours."

Shang Shaoying's slightly chubby face flushed brightly, her almond-shaped eyes were blurred, her lips were pouting, and she smiled sweetly: "I know, you are Han Ting, the man I spent one million to buy a night with!

Since I was able to spend one million to buy you a night, then tonight, I will spend two million to buy you a night, okay?"

Han Ting's originally gentle expression suddenly became gloomy.

Since they met again, because of Shang Shaosheng, they have been playing the role of good brother and good sister and never mentioned the past.

He thought that she, who had many boyfriends around her, had already forgotten about it!

I didn't expect that she still remembered it!

The big hand that was pinching her face got harder and harder, grinding against her back teeth as he spoke word by word, "Miss Shang, do you have a hobby of buying men with money?"

Shang Aiying was so hot and wanted to cool down, she said coquettishly, "Brother, you just need to say whether you are willing or not?"

Han Ting looked at the little face in front of him.

After all these years, she still has that spoiled and innocent little face.

But with such a spoiled and innocent little face, she can talk about buying a man for a night!