Su Xiaoan let go of her hand abruptly, and the posture of holding the sheets changed to a weak sagging, and she spit out a sentence lightly and slowly, "What the hell will you let go?"

How could he ask for her life? What qualifications did he have, and why was he so sure that she would be controlled by him for the rest of her life because of a few photos?

A sarcastic smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of her mouth, and even she didn't realize that her voice was indifferent.

"You can't lock me up for the rest of my life, and I won't marry you because of such ridiculous conditions. ”

What is marriage? The grave of love, but if there is no loveless marriage, isn't it a place more terrible than the grave?

Is she willing to bury her dignity with her own hands, and then swallow her anger, marry him in a wedding dress, and live a life without feelings at all?

The answer is definitely no, in this case, sooner or later she will be tired of it, she will not be able to bear it, she will be cornered, why should she have to wait until that time, and then regret it, and there is no way back.

Su Xiaoan lowered her eyes, the expression on her face was clear, she was timid, but it didn't mean that she could accept some things without a bottom line, she was principled, and even more stubborn than anyone else in some things.

"Baby, I said, I will never let you go in this life, even if you are unwilling, no matter how reluctant, you are destined to be entangled with me to death. So, save your energy and don't ask such unnecessary questions. ”

Ling Mohan hugged her body and blew slightly on her neck, hot, itchy, but fatally dangerous.

It was as if the tenderness on his face was an illusion for the man who spoke to her within a stone's throw of him, and that in a second or less, he could turn into a beast at any moment and bite her neck without mercy.

"You can't do that to me. ”

She had lost the strength to argue, and the man's threats were so direct, yet so effective.

"Don't think that one day I'll get tired of you, let you go, and tell you that it can't be. ”

He stretched out his hand, gently grabbed a handful of her hair, and played with it, but his voice was as cold as ice, "So, stay by my side obediently, don't play with ideas that you shouldn't have, because I have a lot of more exciting things in addition to photos, for example, videos." ”

The man whispered in her ear, and after finishing the word, she looked up in shock.

"Well, don't look at me like that. As if I had sinned heavily. He smiled wickedly and put it close to her ear again, grinding, and said, "Do you know that every time you look at me with this innocent expression, I want to balight you and torture you to cry out loud. ”

His words carried a bad hint, and Su Xiaoan's face turned red in an instant, but he couldn't find any words to refute it.

She barely knew how to scold, staring at the man's evil handsome face for a few seconds, and the most vicious thing she could find was one sentence, "You're not human!"

How could he be so natural, threatening her with such unseemly means, forcing her to no way out, while trapping her to the death, constantly stimulating her nerves with cruel words.

Such a mixture of cruelty and tenderness is paradoxically balanced in this person.

Su Xiaoan raised his head and looked at him steadily, looking at the tender smile on his face, listening to the gentle tone of his mouth, and entering his ears, what went straight to his heart was one cruel word after another.

She suddenly lost all the strength to resist, and she felt tired not only to speak, but even to think about it.

Ling Mohan didn't speak, but he met her eyebrows between raising his eyes, seeing the obedience and compromise in her eyes, he touched her hair with satisfaction, and the words he spoke softened again.

"Again, as long as you don't keep the thought of leaving, I'll never use those means on you, understand?"

He is a perennial winner in the mall, playing with people's hearts, determining life and death, he has too many means to deal with a little girl who has not even really entered society, as long as he wants, she will willingly cry and beg him.

But he didn't have that idea yet, unless she didn't listen.

Su Xiaoan blinked his innocent eyebrows, lowered his head slightly according to the posture of his hand, and his cooperative attitude made the corners of the man's lips hook, and said softly: "Good, go buy me dinner." ”

She thought he had forgotten about it for so long just now, but she never thought that he still remembered.

Nodding, she got up and heard the man's voice behind her, "It's windy outside, put on your coat." ”

When she came, she put on a thick windbreaker, wrapped the windbreaker around her body, and picked up the scarf, thinking about Wu's mother's words, and wrapped her neck and face tightly.

After packing up, she didn't stop for a moment and quickly walked out

The breath in the hospital room was so oppressive and suffocating that even just escaping for a moment would make her feel relaxed.

"Boss. ”

He Meng watched the girl's figure out of the ward, and then turned around and spoke, he knew that Ling Mohan must have something to tell him if he left him alone.

"How's the wedding going?"

The man raised his hand to pick up the hot water that was placed aside, and took a sip gently, his posture calm and elegant.

Even with bandages all over his body, he is still a high emperor, with a majesty that cannot be ignored.

He Meng replied truthfully: "I'm almost ready, I can rush to work at any time, but it's ......"

He cautiously glanced up at the boss's face, and said thoughtfully: "Boss, your injury needs to be well recuperated, and the doctor said that it is best not to get out of bed without half a month." ”

Although Ling Mohan's injuries were not so serious that they would kill him, they would not leave sequelae such as disabilities, except for the head hit more hard, and now he has recovered, his body is full of skin injuries, and there are also a few bone-moving injuries, but as long as he lies down and rests, he will be fine.

"Where is Mo Shaoyun now?"

Now that he had discovered that he had done everything, the man would probably come to the door soon, and he urgently needed to give her a name, a name in which he could openly possess her, and no longer allow other men to covet it.

Marriage is indeed a simple and effective way, but with his current situation, it is impossible to get out of bed to get married within ten days and a half months.

With a look from the man, He Meng was highly concentrated, waiting to listen to the boss's instructions.

"Now go get your card back. ”

He opened his mouth, and his tone when he said this sentence was light, and there was no emotion between his eyebrows, which was nothing, indicating that his mentality was as indifferent as water, but the question was, why would such a major event as marriage be as natural as eating by him?

He Meng suddenly felt sweaty on his forehead, and countless crows roared overhead, hovering overhead.

He wiped his sweat and said Alexander: "Boss, I, we ......"

He wanted to say, is it really okay for us to do this? Without asking the little girl to agree, he just abducted the person back, or in such a simple and rude way, he couldn't bear to look at him directly, okay?

Ling Mohan frowned lightly, glanced at him, and calmly corrected: "It's not us, it's me and her, don't take the wrong ID card, go ahead." ”

In one sentence, He Meng suddenly vomited three liters of blood, and he tried to be reasonable to the boss, but found that the effect was quite small, and finally had to grit his teeth and throw out an incomparably bloody excuse.

"Boss, it's late today, where the marriage registration is ...... Well, it's closed. ”

He said nonorly, not daring to look up in the strong gaze of his boss.

"When the door is closed, let it open it for me again, I raise you, not dry food, if this thing can't be solved, you don't have to come back. ”

The domineering tone of the man is the whole landlord class, oppressing the poor little citizens.

After He Meng wailed a few times in his heart, he nodded and retreated silently.

"Wait a minute. ”

Just as He Meng's footsteps exited the door, Ling Mohan's voice came again.

"The matter of obtaining the license is carried out secretly, don't let anyone know, and in addition, announce the news of our engagement, let the newspaper publish it tomorrow, and don't mention the word marriage for the time being. ”

After the man gave the cold command, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and recuperated.

He Meng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what his boss's idea was, since marriage was to trap people, why didn't he just announce the marriage news?

"Upper-class marriage is not that simple, the wedding is sometimes more important than the registration and recognition of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he will never give up if he doesn't let that man see her being led on the red carpet by others. ”

As if sensing He Meng's doubts, the man closed his eyes, and a cold explanation floated out of his mouth with magnetism.

He obtained the certificate with her, but he used the law to coerce people to stay with him, and for him, it was only a proof that she was his possession, and used to threaten her to obey.

But this does not mean that other people will also recognize this marriage certificate, if they don't announce it to the media, they don't walk into the auditorium in front of everyone, the effectiveness of this marriage is equal to nothing, Mo Shaoyun may still come to rob people anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, this matter must be full of wind and rain in the city, everyone knows that since marriage is not good, engagement is always possible, the engagement ceremony is not necessary, as long as he pinches her soft place, he can also eat people to death.

As for the registration, of course, the sooner the better, and when Mo Shaoyun came to the door, he had to come down in front of the man.

I didn't know that the boss had such an idea, He Meng didn't say anything more, withdrew, and closed the door with his hand.

"I'm back. ”

Su Xiaoan carried the porridge he bought in the middle of the night, wore a long dark green windbreaker, and gently pushed open the door.

Autumn was strong, and as she entered the door, a cold wind was brought in.

She took off her wet shoes, put on the slippers at the door, and walked to the table to put the porridge away.

"Where?"

The man's sharp eyes opened, he glanced at her, and asked in a cold voice.