Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 71 That Fickle Woman

Her voice escaped from her purple lips, and her soul-stirring eyes locked onto the man's.

The man's eyes were red and hot, but he still just gritted his teeth, shifted his gaze, and placed the tray by the dining table beside the bed.

Then the woman moved her body, sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at him, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Why don't you sit down? Standing so high, how can you feed me? Come and sit next to me." He patted the place beside him.

The man froze for a moment, hesitating, but he was still seduced by the charm exuding from the woman. He sat down, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it in front of her.

The woman's long eyelashes moved, her hands grabbed his black-gloved hand, and her lips held the spoon.

With seductive and charming movements, she suddenly raised her eyelids and looked at him, the brows were full of seductive temptation, the man swallowed again and again with saliva.

"It's such a hot day, you wear such thick clothes, isn't it hot?"

The woman's hand grabbed the corner of his clothes. The leather jacket was zippered. With a light pull, the fully armed man exposed his neck.

"Want it or not?"

"think……"

The man's head was exposed, and his tough features were full of nostalgia for the woman.

"You are beautiful, I have wanted to have you since the first time I saw you."

A strange smile flashed across her delicate face, she put her fingertips into her mouth, and bit hard, sweet blood spread in her mouth. The moment the man raised his head, she reached out to hook his neck, bit his lip, and the blood sent into his mouth.

The blood is not an ordinary person's fishy smell, just like her fragrance, he didn't notice it.

The woman's face turned cold, and she pushed him away vigorously, looking at the man with cold eyes.

Just like this, she watched the changes in the man's body.

He suddenly twitched, his face was pale like a pale ghost, purple foam overflowed from his mouth, his red eyes burst suddenly, blood slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, until the man's twitching body slowly came back again. To the end, finally died.

She got up from the bed, picked up the black leather jacket that the man had left on the ground, and rummaged in her pocket.

Damn, nothing, no keys.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he stepped on the man's abdomen with one foot, and cursed again.

……

Time passed by, the woman squatted back on the big bed, her eyes were empty, the surroundings were icy cold, as if she was in an extremely cold place, the white walls were like frost and snow, instilling air-conditioning wantonly.

The woman sat motionless, staring at the man who died on the ground. There was no movement outside, and no one noticed the situation inside the house. In other words, those men guarding the door just turned a blind eye.It seemed that such things had become commonplace, and their guards were only preventing her from escaping.

Suddenly footsteps sounded outside, stepping on the ground quickly and forcefully, and there were more than one of them.

The woman froze for a moment, then suddenly came back to her senses, sat up straight curled up, poked her head wildly with both hands, poked her hair like a bird's nest, then tore a big tear on the edge of her nightdress, and pulled her shoulder straps down. Sliding down, the quilt grabbed him, wrapped himself in the quilt, his shoulders were exposed, as if he was not wearing anything, then he casually curled up again, like a frightened little hedgehog.

The iron door was opened, and the first person who walked in was Qingyang Lin Xiao with a gloomy face, with anger spreading from his handsome features.

The woman's expression dodged, and she buried her head in her knees, like a wounded deer.

Qingyang Lin Xiao was followed by four subordinates. They wore black clothes that would never change, just like a black mandala that never fades away, a symbol of the darkness of death.

Qingyang Lin Xiao stepped into the house with one leg, and his hands stood sideways at the door, with a stern face and a straight body.

Qingyang Lin Xiao's eyes first fell on the man on the ground, his brows were slightly frowned, and then he turned his head to stare at the shivering woman on the bed.

He leaned against the glass wall unhurriedly, with a lazy posture, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it slowly, the shreds of tobacco spread in the room, his icy eyes were like ice, cold, unexpectedly There is no temperature.

The woman waited for a long time without seeing anything, raised her head, and met Qingyang Lin Xiao's hazy gaze, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She pursed her purplish red lips, her grievance suddenly turned into unwillingness and resentment, she waited for Qingyang Lin Xiao's concern, and asked about the cause of death of the man on the ground, but he didn't ask anything.

"Huh!!!" She hummed heavily, like a child who was angry.

Qingyang Lin Xiao lowered his eyes, looked at the cigarette in his hand, shook it lightly, and then said casually: "Why don't you eat?"

"Humph!!!"

She snorted a few more times and turned her head to the side, not intending to answer him.

Qingyang Lin Xiao pressed the cigarette butt against the glass wall and wiped it out, and then a faint smile appeared on his stern facial features, which was very shallow and light.

He strode to the edge of the bed and sat down, picked up the unfinished bowl of porridge, scooped it up with a spoon, his tone was as calm as water, but with the air that he would never allow anyone to disobey him: "Come here."

The woman turned her head, stubbornly refusing to move.

"come over!!"

Lin Xiao in Qingyang lost his patience, and his tone was obviously raised. The woman bit her lips, turned her head and glared at him angrily: "I'm not wearing anything, so I won't go."

"Where have I never seen you? I changed your diapers for you. Don't pretend to be in front of me. Get out of here before I get angry."

The majestic aura exploded in the space, the woman hesitated for a moment, and responded angrily: "Give me Lan Ji, and I will eat, otherwise I will refuse to eat."

Qingyang Lin Xiao put the bowl aside, looked at her with gloomy eyes, then stretched out his slender hand, and he tore away the wrapped quilt.

She was taken aback for a moment, then lifted her shoulder straps and hugged her knees: "Rogue!!!"

Qingyang Lin Xiao looked at her stubborn look, but couldn't bear to blame her, and in the end he just lowered his voice very softly, even with a hint of petting: "Lan Ji is gone, I will still find a way, first Have a meal."

The woman's lips moved, and tears suddenly rolled down: "You promised me that you were bound to get it back then, you would definitely bring Lan Ji to me, but now? Since it's gone, let me go out, I don't want to stay here. "

Qingyang Lin Xiao felt a slight pain in his heart, and suddenly thought of that ruthless woman.

(End of this chapter)