Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Tang Shuya narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, and his fingertips stroked the silver carved cufflinks on his sleeves. "I was planning to let you go, but you showed up in front of me again. It's really like searching for something without any effort."

Ling Zhen pursed his lips, his eyes were red, and his hands hanging by his side clenched up little by little.

Tang Shuya looked at her for a long moment, then said, "Come here."

The two soft words, even with a hint of tenderness, made Ling Zhen stiffen all over!

Ling Zhen had heard it countless times during those three years, day and night.

His tone remained unchanged, and his gentle and elegant posture as he sat on the sofa was exactly the same as before.

Ling Zhen rubbed his palms together and walked over slowly.

"Mr. Tang, the past is the past, we ended it long ago..."

She spoke in a very low voice, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Before Ling Zhen could finish her words, he grabbed her little hand and pressed it against his leg.

Then, he pinched her chin with his sharp fingers and said, "It's over already? Huh?"

Tang Shuya pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, with a half-smile, "You were the one who tried so hard to escape. Did I say it was over?"

"You know me. I hate betrayal the most."

"Unless I don't see you again, otherwise, you know what will happen to those who betray me."

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but she never let them fall, and the corners of her mouth were straight.

She didn't want to see him again.

She didn't want to have anything to do with him in her life.

To avoid him, she fled to coastal cities, one in the south and one in the north. She thought they were far enough away.

Do you think the world is so big, it would be difficult for two people to meet?

But she didn't expect that they would run into each other again, and she didn't expect that he was Fang Xi's cousin!

"It's my fault." Ling Zhen could only bow his head and admit his mistake. "I shouldn't have done that back then. I shouldn't be in front of you now. It's all my fault. Please, Mr. Tang, have mercy on me and let me go..."

Tang Shuya gently pushed his glasses down on his nose, glanced at her calmly, and raised the corner of his mouth in a beautiful arc, "It's not impossible, let me see your sincerity."

Ling Zhen seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen next, and his heart started beating wildly.

He reached out and pulled her close to him, softly commanding, "Help me."

She turned her head away, stiffened her neck, and didn't move.

Tang Shuya saw that she was reluctant but not annoyed. He curled the corners of his lips and said, "Don't want to? Because of Fang Xi? Then I'll call him and ask if he can allow his girlfriend to help me..."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"No! I can't!"

Her eyes widened instantly, and in a moment of desperation, she covered the screen of her phone with her palm.

He smiled faintly, lowered his head, squinted his eyes at her, and slowly slid his palm down her warm and smooth cheek. His strong fingers stroked her red lips and asked softly, "You haven't forgotten what I taught you, have you?"

Her body shuddered, her eyes fixed on him, her teeth clenched tightly. After a while, she lowered her head, and a crystal tear fell silently down her cheek to the ground.

The trembling hand gently fell on Tang Shuya's trousers.

Finally, the tears in her eyes burst out like broken strings.

The resentment and forbearance in her eyes were all visible.

But so what?

This is her own fault.

On the contrary he felt satisfied, even inexplicably excited.

He just liked her like this, with her eyes red from crying. Even though she was extremely reluctant and felt wronged, she still had to let him control her every move.

His long arms rested lazily on the sofa, his fingertips tapping occasionally.

He looked up at the orange light on the ceiling, which was so soft and ambiguous that he couldn't open his eyes.