Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 70 Lin Xiao, Goodbye!
Suddenly, Lin Muxue pinched her own palm, forced her consciousness back, and then walked towards the room with big strides.

She picked out a relatively conservative long dress, tied her hair high, and then let it down again. The hickey on her neck was too obvious.

The clothes in the closet are not fancy, they are all in a single color, but they still have a noble and elegant temperament. She is wearing a light gray long dress, and then she finds an evening dress of the same color from the closet. She cut it into long strips with the scissors, tied it around her neck, and tied a beautiful bow. Although it couldn't completely cover the hickey marks on her neck, at least it had some effect.

In this way, it looks like a decoration on clothing, which makes it more elegant and generous.

There are several pairs of high-heeled shoes at the bottom of the closet. The heels are very thin. I picked a pair at random, which happened to be the size she could wear.

When she came out of the room, she subconsciously cast her eyes on the floor-to-ceiling windows, but she could no longer find the man. In the empty room, she suddenly smelled a sense of loss.

"What are you still doing? Don't want to go back to China?"

Wan Lengyan's lazy voice came from the gate, his black hair blocked his forehead, his facial features were handsome, his coquettish figure was wrapped in well-tailored casual clothes, his appearance was extraordinary, seemingly gentle and elegant , but in Lin Muxue's impression he was a complete hypocrite.

Lin Muxue took a step forward, ignoring the smile in the corner of his eyes, and her eyes fell directly on the ticket in his hand, as well as an ID card and a bank card.

Wan Lengyan didn't tease her, seemed a little anxious, stuffed it directly into her hand, and said solemnly: "You lost your ID card, and you are using it for the time being, and you don't have any money with you, so you should take the money first."

The ID card is not hers, but a woman with a similar face to hers.

The bank card is from Switzerland, Lin Muxue raised her eyes and stared at Wan Lengyan suspiciously.

Wan Lengyan understood the doubt in her eyes, and curled his lips: "Don't get me wrong, I don't know how to be sympathetic, I'll take you to the airport, the plane departs at five o'clock."

His voice was clear and clear, not as frivolous as before.

Lin Muxue was startled, it was Qingyang Lin Xiao who took care of her, he was always unpredictable.

Wan Lengyan had already gone far away, and Lin Muxue followed immediately.

After getting out of the pier, she looked around. In the dense crowd, she found the tall and indifferent figure, and then watched him get into a black off-road vehicle, completely disappearing from her sight.

The last get along, turned out to be unhappy.

There was a little regret in my heart, before I could say goodbye, I never saw you again.

She lowered her head and lifted the corner of her skirt. Under the sunlight, the silver anklet was exceptionally bright.

Just keep it as a small souvenir.

Lin Xiao, goodbye!
……

It was Wan Lengyan who drove her to the airport. The airport was crowded with people, but her heart sank instantly.

This unreasonable emotion made her a little annoyed, pinched her palm, and forced her heart to return to its previous calm.

Wan Lengyan parked the car, and Lin Muxue pushed the door to get out of the car. She was relatively silent along the way. At first, she didn't want him to see her off, but he dragged her into the car with one palm, and only said: " Don't waste your time."

In the afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, and the oblique aperture is projected on the clean and bright hall through the gaps in the building.

Wan Lengyan stood at the gate of the airport with his hands in his pockets, and didn't go in. He just looked at Lin Muxue's lonely back, saw her go far away, and when he reached the security checkpoint, he put his hands on his lips like a trumpet, and turned towards the airport. Lin Muxue shouted loudly, "We will meet again."

Countless eyes were cast on him, but he turned a blind eye, turned and left, not sure if Lin Muxue heard it.

……

The plane slid into the air from the ground, Lin Muxue leaned against the window, and the thick clouds gradually covered the bustling streets of Tokyo and the surrounding mountains.

Her heart still weighed heavily on her like a stone, loss and sadness suddenly surged up.

Outside the window was a sea of ​​white clouds. When she opened her eyes, an extremely bewitching facial features suddenly appeared in her sight. A tall and tall figure stood on top of the sea of ​​clouds, with an evil smile hanging on his face, and he was looking at her. She was cast from the direction of the girl, and her jet-black hair reflected the dazzling light in the sun. For a moment, Lin Muxue's vision was a little dazed, she rubbed her eyes, and looked again. At the original position, there was only Yin Xue's cold sneer.

……

Under a base somewhere in Tokyo.

In a room as bright as day, the woman's legs were shackled and her hair was curled up on a three-meter big bed. Her back was against the wall, her body curled up, and her purple eyes were fixed on the huge door opposite. Outside the glass wall is a wide corridor, as white as snow, and there are men in black standing on both sides, which is in stark contrast to the whiteness.

The woman's eyes were cold and indifferent, her delicate facial features were tense, and her delicate skin showed a trace of unhealthy whiteness. At first glance, it was a disease caused by not seeing the sun for many years.

Her lips are not as bright red and vivid as ordinary people's, but her lips are a touch of natural purple red, but they add a touch of enchanting charm.

Looking carefully at the distinct facial features, they are somewhat similar to Qingyang Lin Xiao, with a pointed chin, straight nose, big eyes, thin lips, a veritable beauty, enchanting and evil.

In the room, except for a small bathroom, a large bed under him, a dining table, and medical equipment, there is nothing else, not even a mirror that a woman should have.

The iron door on the right side of the glass wall was slowly pushed open. The person who came was dressed in black leather, fully armed, gloves and hoods were tightly covered, and even the eyes were covered with big eye sockets. The thick and transparent material, the woman looked at the person, looked at the pair of cold eyes with a touch of desire and desire.

A sarcastic laugh escaped his nose.

The man held a tray in his hand, which was light lean meat porridge.

The voice is very soft, but extremely gentle: "Miss, your dinner."

"Take it away, I won't eat, how many times have you said it? Is your brain short-circuited? Can't you understand me?" The woman straightened her back, her brows and eyes sullen.

The man continued to stand where he was, and did not leave. His seemingly calm expression revealed a trace of heat. His eyes swept across the graceful figure of the woman, who was wearing a messy black long dress with shoulder straps dropped by her arms. The man stood , with a clear vision, the soft skin on her chest looming, he swallowed his saliva, then lowered his head, looked at the stone slab under his feet, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, you haven't eaten or drank for two days, eat some, this I made the porridge myself, try it?"

His expression changed, making him look like a helpless lost person in the mountains and forests. The corners of the woman's mouth raised slightly, and her violent voice suddenly became extremely soft: "I haven't eaten for two days, my hands are very soft, why don't you come and feed me?" ?”

(End of this chapter)