Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

Illegitimate powder is immersed in the self moving type of affectionate confession, suddenly found Ye Xian's hands behind him, elbows slightly tremble.

"You want to call the police?"

As soon as he pulled her arm, the mobile phone fell off to the ground. Ye Xian took advantage of the machine to raise his hand and was about to attack his chin. Unexpectedly, the next second, he pulled out the knife and put his face ferociously against her neck.

Cold blade against the beating pulse, ye Xian whole blood instant coagulation, pale face, dare not move.

"Don't call the police! No police! Ye ye, my good Ye, I am not a bad person, but the one who loves you most in the world... "

Ye Xian looked down at the blade of his neck, slightly clenched his hand, tried to control his fear, and said calmly, "since you are the one who loves me the most, why do you want to hold the knife against me?"

"Because I know I don't deserve you! You're so perfect, so glamorous! The world will surrender to your charm, and everyone will try to get you, but what about me? "

"I'm ugly, fat and useless, but I have a heart that loves you. So, in order to get you... I can only destroy your face!"

He said, and then moved the blade up a few inches to touch her face. "Only by destroying this fascinating face can we break other people's thoughts about you. But you can rest assured that no matter what you become, I will love you. I want to prove to you that I love you not for your appearance, but for you. I want to prove to you that when you become ugly, I'm the only one in the world who loves you... "

His blade came closer and closer to the ground, almost piercing her skin.

Pervert!

Ye Xian is biting his teeth. As soon as he wants to talk with him, he sees a few meters away, behind the curtain lifted by the wind, a figure of a handsome man suddenly appears on the dark balcony.

Before the surprise of her eyes came out, the man was like a thunderbolt tearing through the clouds and smashed the huge master bedroom floor glass window.

With a crash, a whole hard French window was smashed. Thousands of glass fragments were flying like snowflakes. The curtain was blown up by the cold wind outside. The shadow covered the man's dense eyebrows. He was like a dark Shura breaking into the night sky. The scene was separated from the reality, illusory and real.

When he heard the sound, before he could react, his hair was grabbed by someone from behind. The force of tearing his scalp made him cry and howl. The blade in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, "ah --"

Ye Xian saw that Bo tingshen's deep eyes were dark, and he couldn't see any light. He grabbed the head of illegitimate powder and hit it against the wall heavily.

The sound of "Dong" seemed to be louder than the sound of smashing the glass just now. The illegitimate powder suddenly became dizzy and unconscious.

The man swung his fist and hit him in the face. His strength was amazing. Blood oozed from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears.

Ye Xian saw a red bloodstain slowly flowing down the wall. He was so scared that his body trembled and his pores opened.

But men don't stop the trend, one punch after another, one punch is more fierce than the other, the whole body exudes the breath of fierce cold, just like the devil from hell.

Ye Xian had never seen such a thin court. He was afraid that his hands and feet were a little numb. He was more afraid than that of the powder with a knife to his neck just now.