Chapter Twenty-Four: A New Torture
He didn't like Lin Qingshuang's current attitude, and his face, which was originally full of banter, became serious.
After a moment of silence, Lin Qingshuang slowly spit out a few words, "If I want to say it badly, will you let her come again?"
"Don't be so prosperous, it's not a fair relationship between the two of us, why do you bother to ask me if you're bored?" Almost without hesitation, Lin Qingshuang continued, "The heart is also your daughter, I hope you can find someone with good conduct to teach her, not someone who tries to use your daughter to take the position." ”
Sheng Yixing stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, listening to her say such a long sentence, his dark eyes stared directly at the woman in front of him.
"Pack up, and don't forget the drink that promised me last night. ”
Lin Qingshuang hadn't stabilized her mind yet, because the man's words trembled again.
If it weren't for his reminder, Lin Qingshuang would have really forgotten about it.
Narrowing her eyes, she let out a long breath and nodded.
She had seen all the people at the banquet before, but most of the people who talked about business in Sheng Yixing were sons and brothers in the circle, so these people would not appear at Old Man Sheng's birthday banquet.
"The clothes are ready for you. ”
Sheng Yixing had already taken out the mobile phone in his coat as he spoke, and then dialed the housekeeper's phone and asked him to bring the clothes over.
When he took it out of the box, Lin Qingshuang's already restless heart became even more desperate.
On the hand is a slim black long skirt, which should be off-the-shoulder from above.
She looked at Sheng Yixing in embarrassment, "It's too revealing." ”
"What? You don't want to calm down for a few days?" Sheng Yixing smiled triumphantly and waved her hand to change it into.
Seeing that the man had no intention of going out, Lin Qingshuang's eyes were filled with anger, "You go out." ”
"I've never seen you anywhere, I'm here. ”
Hearing this, Lin Qingshuang dragged her lame leg out step by step, and when she was at the door, she was blocked by a man, "My heart and Bai Yueru are still downstairs, if you want them to know, you can make some noise." ”
Gritting her teeth, Lin Qingshuang clasped her hands tightly together, turned around and walked towards the bed.
Sheng Yixing sat on the chair next to him with a smile, his hands folded, as if admiring a work of art.
Removing the clothes on her body one by one, there were still two close-fitting clothes left, and Lin Qingshuang almost trembled and stretched her hand to her back.
The man's eyes were dark, and looking at the deep and shallow scars on Lin Qingshuang's body, he couldn't breathe for a while.
Although he knew that the mental hospital was dark, he was indeed a little surprised to abuse people to such an extent.
Lin Qingshuang quickly put on the black slim long skirt, the slit on the left just covered the lame leg next to her, and the deep V design behind her perfectly exposed the woman's butterfly bones.
The eyes of the two converged in the air, and almost instantly, Sheng Yixing got up from his chair, "I'm waiting for you downstairs." ”
Then, he threw the door behind him in hatred.
Lin Qingshuang's body slowly slipped down the side of the bed, her heart was tormented, she was no longer the Miss Lin of the year, she had long lost her fair skin, and now she didn't even dare to look in the mirror.
But even so, Sheng Yixing had no intention of letting her go, and Lin Qingshuang thought that the banquet she was waiting for must be another purgatory.
With a wry smile, she slowly propped herself up, put on makeup, and then put on the high heels that the man had prepared for her.