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

He pressed her bright red lips with his long fingers and said hoarsely, "Since you want a man so much, why were you unwilling just now, huh?

Your boyfriend shouldn't need you to spend money."

Shang Aiying felt uncomfortable being crushed by him, so she opened her mouth and bit his long finger.

She said coquettishly, "I don't like things that are delivered to my door for free. I like things that I buy with my own money. Brother, do you think the money I gave you is not enough? I can add more."

Veins were faintly visible on Han Ting's gentle face.

"So, how much more do you plan to add, Miss Shang?"

Shang Aiying thought about it and stretched out a finger.

Han Ting gritted his teeth: "One million?"

Shang Aiying smiled and said softly, "No, I'll give you an extra 10 million. I'll give you all my private money. How about that?"

Han Ting sneered: "But what can I do? I'm not short of money now."

Although he refused coldly, his long fingers couldn't help but caress her face bit by bit.

Her face, as smooth as tofu, was so hot that his fingertips trembled.

Even my heart was trembling.

Shang Aiying's face fell in an instant, "What should I do? I'm so poor that I only have money left."

Han Ting stroked her face and said ruthlessly, "There's nothing we can do. Miss Shang, you'd better sober up with some cold water."

Shang Aiying opened her arms and hugged his waist: "No, I don't want to be sobered by cold water, I want my brother. One night of marriage is a hundred nights of love, brother can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Han Ting laughed angrily: "Who was your one-night stand?"

"Of course not. That night five years ago, you said you would marry me. Have you forgotten?"

Shang Aiying hugged him tightly and buried her head in his arms.

"I did say I wanted to marry you, but didn't you think I was poor and gave me a million and ended all ties with me?"

After these words were spoken, Han Ting felt as if his heart was stabbed by a blunt knife. In an instant, his bloody past came back to him, and he felt suffocated by the pain.

When Shang Aiying heard this, her heart felt as if it was suddenly cut open, and she couldn't control her tears and burst out.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain in my heart or the discomfort in my body, but tears started to flow and I couldn’t hold them back. In the blink of an eye, they wet Han Ting’s clothes around his waist.

Han Ting felt the wetness around his waist and raised his hand to pinch her little face.

I saw her flushed little face blurred by tears.

There was a sharp pain in my chest: "Why are you crying, huh?"

Shang Aiying didn't want him to see that she was distressed, so she murmured, "I, I feel bad..."

"Because you're feeling miserable without a man, you're crying? Miss Shang, is that all you can do?"

Han Ting stared at her intently, wishing he could tear her apart and eat her.

"That's all I can do. If Mr. Han doesn't want to, then let me go and I'll find someone else!"

Shang Aiying gave up and felt more and more sad. She couldn't help but shed tears.

The pear blossoms are wet with rain, which is very lovely.

But at this moment, Han Ting's anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

He suddenly leaned over and captured her lips.

There's nothing good to say from this little mouth, so it's better not to have it.

The force was so great that he wanted to crush her and devour her bit by bit.

Shang Aiying's wet almond-shaped eyes widened in an instant, and before she could react, her scalp went numb with pain.

Han Ting's hoarse voice was filled with thunder and lightning: "Don't you miss men so much that you want to cry? It's too troublesome to find another man. Why don't you let me satisfy you!"

Shang Aiying was frightened by the man's sudden cruelty, and she was unwilling to show weakness, so she bit him back.