rich husband's young wife

"Don't!" Bai Jia shouted in horror: "Teng Ye, don't touch me! Don't!"

Her words were not a warning at the moment, but the oil that Li Huo feared the most. In an instant, Teng Ye's actions became even crazier!

The tugging and tearing of clothes. %&*";

Binding and pressing of hands and feet.

In kicking, kicking and catching, it was she who yelled loudly, her voice was like a whip hitting his anger, making him even crazier!

In the pressing and tearing, his red eyes and heavy breathing are silently declaring the inviolability of possessiveness!

"Ah..." When Bai Jia let out a cry of pain, and then stopped abruptly and suppressed the rest of the voice, he had already entered her crazily, witnessing the fact that she belonged to him without any infiltration of pain!

Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, his lips were bloody under his bite, and Teng Ye, in the long-lost tightness, felt the fusion of pain and joy, like a dance of ice and fire, burning his skin, Freezing the soul!

……

The bed was full of messes, and Bai Jia, who was already naked and weak, lay paralyzed on the bed. At this moment, the hot air from the powerful air conditioner made the room as warm as spring, but it couldn't warm her heart frozen by love.

Teng Ye was like a crazy beast, he was even scarier than that time.

He didn't speak too much, he didn't make endless announcements, but he just wanted her again and again, forcing her to scream out in his collision as if he was fighting for strength.

She bit her lip tightly, even if the pain and joy were intertwined and climbed up, even if the bed had already been soaked in milk under her body, she still stubbornly refused to make a sound, because she hated, hated him why didn't know how to let go, hated him why To use this impossible love to cut each other to pieces...

After release, are you satisfied?

No.

Teng Ye was wearing an open and torn shirt and sat at the foot of the bed, with his legs on the ground and his eyes squinting.

The cigar in my mouth is burning tobacco leaves, bringing a bitter taste.

His anger has been vented, and his rationality has also returned. He wanted to apologize but he couldn't, because he knew it was useless, and he knew that she would rather hate him by his side than her leaving.

"Clang, clang..."

The bell rang at the beginning of the new year, and the sound of huge firecrackers blasted the whole night like thunder.

At this moment, joy has nothing to do with the two.

One was crying like death, and the other stabbed love into his heart like a knife.

……

"Hey!" Mr. Dong dropped the newspaper in his hand and sighed helplessly.

Steward He silently put away the newspaper, and deliberately folded the report that Teng Ye was having fun with those female models. i^

"I said why this kid doesn't look good, but even more depressed. Isn't he just adding to the trouble!" Mr. Dong muttered and turned around to grab the phone. Steward He immediately reached out and held his hand: "Master, do you know Mr. Teng is Who the hell, he just needs a cover-up..."

"Do you think I don't understand his 'scattered flowers gradually becoming charming eyes'? The problem is that Bai Jia's mood is so depressed now, which is wrong!" He said as he grabbed Butler He's hand and picked up the phone Pressed a string of numbers.

"Hello." Teng Ye's hoarse voice sounded like he just woke up from a hangover.

"I want to see you!" Mr. Dong said with a sullen face and an angry voice, "immediately, immediately!"

The phone hung up immediately, Mr. Dong was taken aback, and lost the phone angrily.

……

After playing a set of Taijiquan and sweating on his brow, Mr. Dong felt a little better.

I put on my overcoat and went back to the study. I just wiped my face with a warm handkerchief when someone came to report that Mr. Teng had arrived.

Mr. Dong glanced at Steward He who was beside him, and Steward He immediately greeted his servants to go out.

A moment later, when Laozi was standing in front of the desk and laying rice paper, Teng Ye walked in.

The man is still dressed in a very noble manner, but the unshaven beard is not in line with the handsomeness of the past, and it adds a kind of vicissitudes of charm, but... His eyes are full of fatigue. When they met each other for the first time, Mr. Dong was full of anger. It immediately turned into a sigh.

"Why?"

He asked softly, as if asking his own child.

Teng Ye walked towards the desk with his head down, tapped a few drops on the inkstone with a porcelain spoon, then raised his hand to wipe his sleeves, grabbed the inkstone and rubbed it slowly on it.

"Full of hostility, full of resentment, the ink I grind out is astringent, and I can't write smoothly." Seeing Teng Ye like this, Mr. Dong frowned and said, but Teng Ye didn't stop, he was still grinding the ink , neither serious nor urgent.

The room is quiet, only the fragrance of ink is overflowing, and only the soft grinding sound of the inkstone.

Mr. Dong looked at him rubbing ink, and blinked suddenly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Teng Ye raised his eyebrows, and the inkstone in his hand stopped: "Maybe!"

"What is maybe? What do you think Bai Jia thinks?" Mr. Dong glared at Teng Ye.

"I don't know." Teng Ye smiled wryly: "I don't want to let go, let alone her disappearing by my side, but seeing her like a lifeless puppet, I feel that this is not what I want." He said with circles in his eyes A little flushed: "Why do you think she can't beat or scold? Why does she keep silent and turn into a walking dead when she hates?"

"It's not because you used affection for you." Mr. Dong rolled his eyes at him: "How can you treat her so cruelly?"

"What else can I do? At first, it was hard to get off the tiger, but now, it's just one way to the dark..."

"Black? So, you got worse?" Mr. Dong stretched out his hand and pointed at Teng Ye, with an expression I could see on your face: "Do you think she is a bucket that will overflow when it is full? Do you know that she Getting more and more depressed? Are you planning to kill her in your hands?"

Teng Ye bit his lip: "I don't want to kill her, I just... want her to despair."

"what?"

"Only when she despairs of me, will she really leave me." Teng Ye looked at Mr. Dong with a determined expression on his face: "Abandon me, forget me, wish I never met me... Only in despair, she will leave Yes, there will be no turning back."

"You, are you going to let her go?" Mr. Dong was surprised.

Teng Ye nodded: "Rather than her being trapped and dying in my heart, I would rather let her live, let her swim freely outside my heart, and no longer feel the pain."

Mr. Dong pursed his lips: "Silly boy, what if she doesn't know how to leave?"

"She will go, because I will turn all her love into despair. If she still won't, wouldn't it be you? Don't you already want me to let go for her?"

Mr. Dong blinked, let out a breath, then grabbed the pen and lowered his head to feed the ink, and then wrote two words on the rice paper with a big stroke of the pen: willing.

Teng Ye smiled: "Thank you!"

As he spoke, he turned around and left. Mr. Dong blinked, changed a medium pen, and added two characters after the two characters "big and willing". Immediately, the words on the rice paper became: giving up is retreating, gaining For fruit.

After writing these words, he put down the pen and glanced at the inkstone.

"It's no wonder that you can be so ruthless when grinding Jingmo with peace of mind. I only hope that you and that girl can still have a relationship."

……

When Teng Ye got down from Bai Jia's body, Bai Jia reached out and grabbed the quilt, and covered herself without saying a word.

Teng Ye didn't say anything, and got up silently to go to the bathroom. When the water was splashing, Bai Jia was staring at the lamp beside the bed with blank eyes.

She and Teng Ye have become a single relationship, except that he wants her every day, there is no other communication between them.

She didn't talk to him, nor resisted, whether he was gentle or crazy, she lay there silently, frowned in pain, bit her lips tightly, she stubbornly resisted her body, turning herself into a walking dead, Refuse to have any communication with him, not even a glance.

The sound of the water stopped, and soon he returned to the bed. He still hugged her to sleep as before, but she knew that at this moment, they could not go back to the past.

She stared at the bedside lamp, while he looked at her neck, trying hard to engrave everything that belonged to her in his heart, because he understood that maybe soon, they would become what she hoped, forever and forever. Contact each other.

……

"Look at this!" Mr. Dong took a beautiful frame album and handed it to Bai Jia.

Bai Jia lazily stretched out her hand to grab it, glanced at the beautiful arrow printed on it and raised her eyebrows: "This is..."

"The number one club in South Korea, I recommended you to them, and they are also very interested in your performance at the beginning. As long as you can enter the top three in the selection competition this time, they will send you an invitation letter! This is in Chinese brochure, you can take a look."

Bai Jia was taken aback: "South Korea?"

"Yes! Although I'm Chinese, I can't deny that South Korea's archery skills are really strong. If you can go and compete in South Korea for two years, you will have an absolute professional level. Then you can go back to China to develop..."

"Grandpa, I can't go to South Korea." Bai Jia said and put down the frame album: "I have to send someone to deliver it to you, let alone South Korea, I can't even go to the next city or county." .”

"If you haven't worked hard, how do you know you won't be able to go? If you want to fly, who can really trap you?" Mr. Dong said lightly with a smile on his face, and Bai Jia blinked and shook his head: "He won't let go , even if I escape today, he will catch me back tomorrow, he said, I am not allowed to leave him..."

"That's South Korea. Just because he can break his oath once, doesn't mean he can do it again and again. What's more, it's not his territory."

Bai Jia paused, tilted his head and looked at Mr. Dong: "Master, you also know that oath? What kind of oath is it?"

Mr. Dong blinked: "I can't tell you the details. I only know that it has something to do with his father. In short, it's a vow in exchange for my life."

"Life?" Bai Jia was stunned.

"I heard it, and I don't know if it's true or not, but South Korea is your best choice at the moment." Mr. Dong said, picking up the frame album again and handing it to Bai Jia: "And it will be very convenient for you to leave in exchange for students. in the name of."

"Can I escape?" she wondered.

"Try it, it won't work, and I, anyway, I'm a man of some means, if I can't leave clearly, I can get you out secretly!" He said and handed over the frame album again.

Bai Jia took it with both hands, a look of hope flashed in his eyes.

……

When he got off her body again, she pulled off the quilt and said, "Those women who have been having scandals with you, what are they? Is it a coat to cover up my existence, or a tool for you to vent your desire?"

"It's all right!" He looked at her with surprise in his eyes: "You actually talked to me."

Bai Jia bit her lip: "Let me go! If you hide it, I won't be happy. If you don't hide it, you will be in danger. Why should we bother?"

"I said, you can't leave me."

"But, I'm nothing to you, why can't you let me go? All I have is, are you going to trap me to death in your cage?"

He raised his hand to touch her hair, and the mixed-race eyes were shining with fatal temptation: "I can't let you go, because I'm obsessed with your smell...I'm so tight, I can't stop..."