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

"Mr. Han, didn't you think 10 million was too little? Why...ah..."

Before she could finish her words, the man ruthlessly sealed her mouth and began to crush and devour her bit by bit.

This swallowing did not contain much love, it was completely different from that night five years ago...

That night, he held her in his hands like a treasure, holding her in his mouth for fear of her getting spoiled, and his gentle kisses caressed her whole body like a spring breeze.

In his kiss, she trembled like a boat floating in the clouds.

Such warm love and throbbing, such unforgettable joy, has long been sealed in her heart, every part of her skin...

To the extent that every time he wanted to be intimate with another man, he would feel physical disgust.

I can't kiss her at all.

Every part of her body remembered that night, the fatal pleasure he gave her that night...

The pain before my eyes was intertwined with the old scenes. The person before me was so familiar yet so strange...

At the highest point of the cliff, he took her bungee jumping, falling from mid-air, floating in the sea of ​​clouds and mist, like a free bird, screaming happily into the sky.

In the deep blue sea, he took her to travel through the colorful underwater world and taught her step by step about various beautiful fish and underwater creatures.

In the endless desert, he led her through it step by step, kissing her every few steps, under the pretext of cheering her up.

She wanted to climb the highest mountain to watch the sunrise, but she gave up halfway. He carried her on his back and climbed three thousand stone steps, step by step. That day, she saw the most brilliant sunrise in her life.

He took her to worship the most powerful Buddha.

Holding her hand, he kowtowed as he walked, as devout as the most loyal believer in the world, and finally arrived in front of the Buddha. He only asked for one thing: I wish to win her heart and stay with her until they are old.

He took her to ride the tallest Ferris wheel. At the top, he held her face and kissed her passionately.

He took her to see the most brilliant fireworks. When the fireworks were in full bloom, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

He took her to see the most beautiful aurora, and in the deserted wilderness, he sang love songs to her...

He said he wanted to take her to see the most beautiful scenery and do the most enjoyable things in life.

That year, she seemed to have overdrawn the happiness of the rest of her life.

Later, she could no longer be happy without him!

In just one year, she felt like she had lived a lifetime.

Every day after that, she lived a grand and splendid life, but she knew that her heart was like a desert, dry and lonely, with no grass growing.

The past frames are playing in my mind one by one.

She held his face in her hands and murmured, "Han Ting, Han Ting, Han Ting..."

He was upset by the shouting and bit her shoulder hard.

He wants to make her feel pain and remember it!

He is not one of her many random little boyfriends whose names she cannot remember!

She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.

She clutched his collar tightly with both hands, trying to suppress her crying.

Just whimpering, scratching his heart like a wild cat.

His cold and hard heart finally softened a little after being called.

He picked her up, walked out of the bathroom, and put her on the big bed outside.

Her body seemed to sink into soft clouds, the warm feeling and memories overlapped, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.

In an instant, the temples were wet.

Han Ting supported himself on top of her, the corners of his eyes stained blood red as he stared at her intently, his voice hoarse: "Do you feel the pain?"

Shang Aiying shook her head and nodded.

Those tears seemed not to be my own, they fell madly.

His heart tightened, but he finally suppressed his emotions, leaned down slightly, held her face in his big hands, and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He wanted to kill her so that she would remember him, but his heart was made sour and soft by the tears in her eyes.

The useless one became gentle, holding her in his palm like a flower...

I wish I could shower her with all my love and tenderness.

……

In the midst of his confusion, he still remembered holding her face, staring at her without blinking, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Yingzi, tell me, am I the best?"

"Well, the best..."

"Am I the best of all your little boyfriends?"

"Well, you, you're my boyfriend, so it's best..."

She felt as if her soul was about to fly away, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her speech was incoherent...

"Yingzi, remember, I am the best!"

He doesn't expect to be the only one, so he wants to be the best one.

The best one will always leave a little memory in the heart of this arrogant, ruthless and heartless woman.