Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 810 Your future husband is amazing
"I beg you, don't..."

"It hurts, it hurts, woo--"

At midnight, everything is quiet.

The woman's weeping, groaning and groaning were endless.

Ning Xin was lying on a big bed less than five kilometers away from Shen Lingye's villa.

The middle-aged man pestered her in the study for nearly an hour, and then she was carried into the bedroom by him.

This time, no one locked the door or watched her.

But she couldn't move anymore, her body was covered with terrible bruises, and she soon fell into a coma.

But this time she hadn't slept soundly yet, she was ravaged heavily, she moaned and groaned in pain, and woke up.

What I saw was still the middle-aged man.

Ning Xin was also desperate.

Tears have dried up, her voice has become hoarse, she closed her eyes, waiting for another humiliation and pain.

The man had a nice scent of body wash, obviously he had already taken a shower, he leaned over and bit Ning Xinyi's red and swollen lips, and said in a low voice: "What's wrong? Who told me to stop just now? "

Ning Xin also twitched her eyebrows in pain, but didn't say anything.

"The broken shoes that Shen Lingye played with are still pretending to be noble in front of me?" The middle-aged man squeezed Ning Xinyi's waist again, leaving a terrible bruise, "Open your eyes! "

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he started a new round of begging and venting. He didn't get off her body panting until the person under him begged for mercy again.

"Honey, it tastes really good, but I'm a little bit reluctant to send you away."

Ning Xin also slowly opened her eyes, her face was ashen, the corners of her lips twitched with difficulty, showing a sneering sneer, "I have been tortured by you now, are you satisfied? Please send me back, please." .”

"Torture is just incidental, baby, you are the trump card in my hand now, with you, I will have an extra grip on Shen Lingye."

"Clamp?" Ning Xin giggled as if she heard some joke, "You want to use me to clamp Shen Lingye? Don't dream, even if you kill me today, he can't compromise for me."

The eyes of the middle-aged man narrowed a little bit, "Oh? He is so cold-blooded that he doesn't even care about his fiancee's life?"

fiancée.

Hearing these three words again, Ning Xin was not only not happy, but also felt ashamed.

"Fiancee? Does he really want to marry me? Will he come to America the day before he and I get married?" Ning Xin also sneered.

"Otherwise, how could you say that your future husband is amazing? If he did it the day before the wedding, he thought I would let my guard down and be fooled? Hmph!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but the woman Shen Lingye loved was never me. He came to America because of that little vixen."

A trace of doubt flashed in the middle-aged man's blue eyes, and he said, "What did you say?"

Ning Xin also stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, and murmured: "He went to Washington because that little bitch was there. He never planned to marry me from the very beginning. All he thought about in his heart was always that little bitch." The vixen..."

Ning Xinyi's subsequent words became more and more chaotic, and finally became her mother tongue Chinese.

This nonsense made the middle-aged man's complexion darken. He pinched Ning Xinyi's cheek until it deformed, "You said, Shen Lingye came to America for a woman?"

Ning Xin also looked at him, with a greedy and resentful smile in her eyes, "Jiang Xiaonuan."

(End of this chapter)