Chapter 238

Mr. Rong put people on the bed.

The girl's hair is like a beautiful black silk, spread all over the bed, and it's very tender and heartbreaking.

He looked down at her, tears still exist, pear flowers with light rain, he stretched out his rough hand, carefully rubbed the tender skin as if it would bleed with a touch.

Thin fingers slip across the back of the ear, stained with delicate powder and temperature.

He could not help bending down, gently licking her neck, in the clavicle edge of the obsession.

"The Chen family took a fancy to the arms escorted by Rong and intended to make the sun family scapegoat." The female voice is a bit rough and obscure.

Mr. Rong made a move.

He slowly raised his head, still in a casual tone, "Oh?"

She didn't speak. She just looked at him with her eyes soaked with apricot blossom and spring rain, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Rong, I'm more suitable for your weapon than Lily." ***

Lily is very young, but only 18 years old. Lin Lang once heard her talking with the young master of the Chen family. Her intention was not well concealed. She easily guessed the identity of the other party's intelligence agent.

"You are Say I'm not a good person

Mr. Rong smiles.

Although he is now infuriated by desire, his clothes are not messy.

People who are familiar with him know that Rongye doesn't like to be questioned. He is proud and self-sustaining. He has invested a lot of energy and painstaking efforts in every work to achieve perfection without any flaws.

"Miss Lily is not imperfect. She just hasn't experienced despair and yearning for life."

From the man's wide sleeve robe, Lin Lang slowly drew out a plain white veil and covered his eyes under the gaze of the other party.

She tied a loose knot behind her hair.

The four flowers just fell on the girl's eyebrow bone position.

The girl whose eyes are covered with white handkerchief has a trace of delicate and pitiful breath for no reason, which leads to the affection emotion in the man's bones.

"And I have nothing but hate."

Mr. Rong raised his eyebrows.

I have to say that she is really clever in covering her eyes.

Young and weak, slender and helpless.

It doesn't need more to give full play to the advantages of a beautiful girl.

"I'm looking forward to it."

He hooked his lips slightly.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Rong came out of the room with a man in his arms. The girl's body was covered with a coat. The pink cheongsam loomed out, and the rose blossomed warmly and brightly.

"I like your present very much. I'll report to Rong's tomorrow."

He passed by Shao Qinghe.

Young people bow down and look at each other.

"Thank you very much."

Downstairs is still a gorgeous Shengge, but the night is gradually deep.

Shao Qinghe lowered his head and squeezed his fist.

A Buick stopped at the door of the Baylor gate and the driver opened the door.

Lin Lang faintly heard the familiar voice of the youth.

"Yingshao, you can give up. Uncle and aunt will not allow you to associate with the waiter."

Han Bin held people in both hands, but shook his head.

People who don't understand Acacia, once enlightened, are really terrible.

"I, I will not give up, not now, then after that, I will not believe..." He staggered along.

"That Miss Shi is quite right. Most of us young masters born in a big family can't make decisions on marriage. You should be more optimistic..." Han Bin inadvertently raised his head, "Er" a, Leng in the spot.

Sun yingshao climbed his friend's shoulder and looked at it dimly.

A tall strange man came down the stairs with a man in his arms. In the arms should be a girl, small curled up into a ball, dark hair in the night breeze dancing.

The next moment, the blindfolded handkerchief was blown open by the wind.

When he was excited, he suddenly became sober. He could not help standing upright and looking forward.

The other side opened his eyes, the ice lake like cold slowly dripped out, once fresh and rotten into dead gas.

By chance, their eyes met in the air.

He opened his mouth.

She took back her sight, and the sad and beautiful color was gathered into the bottom of her eyes.

After a few roars, the car left.

Sun yingshao body a skew, slide to the ground, surprised Han Bin called several times.

"Yingshao? Are you OK, Ying Shao? "

His palms trembled over his face and forced the sobbing in his throat.

She's right. She has no right and no power. She can't protect her well in this troubled time.Sun yingshao did not hate himself as much as he did now. He hated his sober mind when he was drunk. He did not rush to beat the man hard.

He didn't dare.

That person is the person in charge of the Rong family. He is the one who even his elder brother should respectfully call on Rong Ye.

"Yingshao..."

Han Bin tried to help him up, but he was pushed away.

"I'll do it myself."

He put down his hand, supported the ground, and stood with the strength he had left.

Han Bin was surprised to see people. He always felt that sun yingshao was different. In an instant, he was transformed and grew up. His old youth spirit was completely eradicated, and some dangerous edges and corners emerged.

"Yingshao, are you really OK?" He tried to inquire.

"I'm fine."

Sun yingshao looked down at the palm of his hand, which was worn by sand. The bright red beads of blood came out one by one.

His ambition was awakened.

This kind of feeling comes so turbulent, in the bone blood wantonly boils, can no longer restrain.

Lin Lang was led back to the Rong family's big house by the man.

There are so many beauties who come to Mr. Zhang's house every year. She is not the first and not the last.

However, they still expressed their great admiration to the Miss Shi.

Her face was bright and colorful enough to overshadow most people.

Lin Lang was arranged by Mr. Rong in a beautiful pavilion with a lotus pond. The view is wide and the scenery is beautiful. At night, you can hear the clear sound of Koi leaping.

At the same time, Lin Lang was told that she would like to learn from a group of beautiful girls of the same age such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The first step for them to become a weapon is to use both color and art.

Every seven days, there will be a special person to check the girls' learning achievements.

Poor performance will lead to a decline in treatment, not to mention that there is no lack of people who are in favor of the public and the world is in a state of indifference.

The man is familiar with the control of human nature and is very cunning, which enlarges the ambition of this group of beautiful girls.

One second heaven, one second hell.

Some people made mistakes and dragged them down recklessly. They were tortured to pieces.

I heard it was crazy.

Every night, Lin Lang could hear the girl's sad cry.

In this group of budding girls, her performance is not very good.

Lin Lang has always been fond of chess and spent a lot of time studying it, which can be called one of the best. However, she was not very interested in other aspects, which could only be regarded as proficient, and had not reached the level of astonishment.

Rong Jiu listened to the report of his subordinates, and his eyes fixed on the painting and calligraphy.

Among the young girls' handwriting, there are elegant and elegant, some are beautiful and fresh, and some are graceful and touching. They all look so pleasing to the eyes. And the words, a bit more tired, languid lazy, like a beautiful woman in spring, leaning on the Begonia flower in the afternoon, falling asleep.

"What a dangerous word."

Mr. Rong took a breath.

The housekeeper with high EQ interprets the word "danger" in his mind.

Can words be dangerous?

The master has become more and more enigmatic recently.

Lin Lang's elder relationship has always been good, and the teachers have taken good care of her. She has hardly been punished. The differential treatment makes other female students very envious.

One year later, it was the day of the final assessment.

Like other girls, her hands were tied back, her eyes covered with a thin layer of black gauze. Someone pushed her into a room.

"Thank you."

She said thanks for the delicate manner of helping her walk gently.

The youth slightly red ear root, lightly went out, closed the door.

The chair is smooth and polished. The smell of Styrax fills the room, with a hint of pungent sweetness.

Lin Lang heard the piano teacher say that this assessment, weak and helpless girl how to make men pity, willing to untie her.

Some people use beauty, some people confuse it with body shape, some people use singing voice to fan it, and all kinds of means.

When Lin Lang was thinking about it, a cold palm held up her chin.

She lifted the corners of her lips slightly.

This radian is particularly enchanting by the flickering candle light.

He heard the man say slowly, "do you know what the rouge I'm wearing today tastes like?"

"I don't know."

The man said hoarsely, "but just taste it."

Directly enchanting with beauty?

That's the only way.

He bent down a little, turned his head and gently licked his kiss. That soft thin lips, than the peach blossom on three points.

"Taste it?"

After a kiss, with her slow tone, the atmosphere pushed to an ambiguous climax.

I don't know if it's an illusion. He feels like he's been fooled."Well, the taste of fudge."

She gave a low smile.

The slightly raised ending is crisp and numb to the bone. It's like silk and bamboo.

"Mr. Rong is really a joke. This Rouge has no taste. " She pauses and reveals the answer. "It's just that it's poisonous."

Silence for a moment,

the black veil covering the eyes was removed by the man.

As light as a butterfly, she opened her eyes lazily, her eyes glowing with ecstasy.

"Well, can you untie me now?"

Mr. Rong supported his waist with one hand, "you are bold, even dare to poison your mouth."

In this way, the initiative is completely in her hands.

It was the first time for him to see such a unique "answer method", which inevitably made him interested in his speech.

Lin Lang chuckled at him.

"There is no fraud in war."

Mr. Rong put his body closer together to untie the rope of her wrist in the gesture of embracing her beloved. Lin Lang's cheek is close to his chest, the warmth seeps into the long shirt.

After the release, he held out his hand.

Lin Lang was playing with the black gauze on his knee and looked at him in surprise.

"Antidote." Mr. Rong said.

"Come here and I'll tell you how to solve it." She turned her eyes and waved.

Mr. Rong relied on his words.

"The antidote is..." Her breath is light and shallow, and the soft spring breeze is sentimental.

Mr. Rong felt his ears itchy.

"I lied to you."

She tilted her head, and a mischievous black hair fell to her cheek.

"Stupid, first, raw."