Sweet Wife in Palm: Mysterious Husband Loves Deeply

Chapter 1 Are you courting death?Get out!

"pain……"

When Ming Youyin woke up from the coma, the first thing she felt was pain.

Pain all over.

She opened her eyes, moved, her hands and feet were tied.

Her eyes, which had been dazzled by the first awakening from a coma, suddenly widened, and her consciousness returned instantly.

She was kidnapped!
Drinking with guests in the hotel, coming out of the bathroom, was beaten with a sap, and passed out.

who is it?

What do you want to do?
Ming Youyin suppressed the panic in her heart and struggled hard, but the ropes on her hands and feet did not move at all.

The door opened, and a middle-aged fat man with a bald head and a beer belly came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Seeing Ming Youyin woke up, he smiled lewdly, walked to the bed, and touched Ming Youyin's little face, "I have seen countless girls, this is the first time I meet a beauty like you, my luck is beyond the charts today!"

"Let go of me, don't touch me!" Ming Youyin frowned in disgust, avoiding his hand and struggling hard.

She was wearing a red silk skirt, with slender arms, straight legs, and her delicate collarbones were all exposed to the air.

The flamboyant flaming red set off her porcelain white skin, her beautiful face was as charming as a fairy.

"Go away!" Ming Youyin's struggling hands and feet were bleeding from the rope, looking at the fat hand stretched out to her, her eyes were red, and her desperate cry was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

The man only had time to look back, and before he could swear, he was grabbed by the hair and thrown out.

His plump body fell heavily to the ground, and just as he was about to get up, his lifeline was trampled on, and his toes crushed him. He screamed like a pig, and passed out instantly, without a sound.

Ye Qihan looked at the fainted man in disgust, and walked back to the bed.

Ming Youyin finally broke free from the rope in his hands, but the price was that his wrists were bloody and bloody.

The clothes were torn, Ming Youyin pulled the sheet over her body, raised her eyes to look at Ye Qihan, her body trembled slightly, but there was deep hatred in Ye Qihan's eyes.

Ye Qihan looked at Ming Youyin's stubborn expression, and took out a bank card, "The hospital said that there is no 100 million, so Minghan will be thrown into the street tomorrow."

Ming Youyin stared at him, bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembling even more.

Ye Qihan threw the bank card by Ming Youyin's hand, "There is 100 million in it, sleep with me for one night, and it will be yours."

Ming Youyin laughed angrily.

Ye Qihan.

Her good brother Ye Qihan.

Ye Qihan, an orphan on the street back then, is now the richest man in Jincheng.

She hated to cut Ye Qihan into pieces, but she laughed softly.

She flicked the long hair that had slipped by her ears, her eyes moved, her gestures were all charming, and she was indescribably charming and enchanting, "Okay, Young Master Ye, one million yuan a night is better than letting that fat man just sleep in vain. "

Ye Qihan frowned, suddenly regretting that the foot he stepped on was too light.

Ming Youyin got up wrapped in the bed sheet, knelt on the bed, crossed Ye Qihan's handsome side face with her tender index finger, her eyes were enchanting, "Master Ye, Yinyin, please wait a moment, I have to let Yinyin take a bath, so that I don't have to worry about it." Let Yinyin's body dirty you, what do you think is okay?"

Ye Qihan frowned slightly, looking at Ming Youyin.

Such Ming Youyin made him extremely strange.

He and Ming Youyin grew up together, and Ming Youyin in his impression was clean, pure, bright and moving.

But at this moment, the face of Ming Youyin in front of him is still the original beautiful face, but there is a charm in his bones, seductive like a goblin.

Thinking of the man just now, after seeing Ming Youyin like this, he suddenly had the urge to gouge out that man's eyeballs.

Ming Youyin got up and went to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Ming Youyin walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a clean white towel.

The bath towel only covered the area below her chest and above her thighs, other than that, she could see everything at a glance.

Ye Qihan watched her press the towel on her chest, approaching him step by step, her throat rolled down, and her body reacted quickly.

Ming Youyin walked up to him, pressed the bath towel with one hand, put the other on Ye Qihan's shoulder, pressed his shoulder, pushed him to sit on the bed, rolled his eyes, and smiled enchantingly, "Young Master Ye... Yinyin is waiting for you !"

Her sweet voice made Ye Qihan's heart tremble.

Through the clothes, he seemed to be able to feel the soft little hands on his shoulders.

In the past, they... have interlocked their fingers countless times...

Ming Youyin straddled Ye Qihan's legs, her lips slowly approaching Ye Qihan's.

Ye Qihan's body seemed to be lit by someone, and he put his hands around Ming Youyin's waist fiercely, trying to throw Ming Youyin down on the bed.

"Don't move!" Ming Youyin's sweet and soft voice suddenly turned cold.

The cold and sharp shards of glass hit Ye Qihan's carotid artery.

Ming Youyin still smiled alluringly, but her eyes were no longer seductive, only deep-seated hatred.

The sharp shards of glass pressed against Ye Qihan's carotid artery, Ming Youyin sat up straight slowly, looked into Ye Qihan's eyes, and sneered coldly, "Want to sleep with me? Oh, no one can turn to you!"

Ye Qihan glanced at the shards of glass on his carotid artery, then turned to look at Ming Youyin, "You dare not!"

"Want to try it?" Ming Youyin exerted force on his hand, and the glass shards pierced Ye Qihan's skin, and the scarlet blood trickled down Ye Qihan's neck.

Blood, some belonged to Ye Qihan, and some belonged to Ming Youyin.

The glass shards were obtained by Ming Youyin smashing a small mirror in the bathroom, and the shape was irregular.

Holding the shards of glass hard, the irregular shards of glass cut Ye Qihan's neck and Ming Youyin's fingers.

Ye Qihan turned his head, looking at the blood dripping continuously, his eyes were dark and his heart was cramping.

He could ignore his bleeding neck, but he couldn't ignore Ming Youyin's cut finger.

Ye Qihan's eyes followed Ming Youyin's bloody fingers and landed on Ming Youyin's stubbornly pursed lips. He smiled softly, "Okay, you win this time, you can go."

Growing up together, he was too aware of her stubbornness.

Rather Stick to your guns.

Ming Youyin with such an expression really dared to die.

And he didn't dare to let her die.

Ming Youyin laughed softly, and the shards of glass hit Ye Qihan's neck again, "Master Ye, please ask someone to buy clothes for Yinyin, even though Yinyin is dying now, you should have the shame not to Young Master Ye, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)