Chu Mingyao looked at Song Yiren's eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt his heart tighten.

It was as if through her eyes, she saw a girl with another face, and she was questioning him.

For the first time in my life, I didn't know how to answer.

Yes, Song Yi is very good to him, and whatever he gets, he will share it with his brother.

If he wanted to pick out something that was unpleasant to him, it was only before and after their engagement, he wanted to be intimate with her, and she resisted dodging.

The inferiority complex in his bones made him unwilling and hateful because of her refusal, and his dignity was trampled on. In the end, although he was a head higher than her in front of her, he felt that he was always humble and unbearable.

That's why he hooked up with Su Yunfei, watching Song Yiren suffer, the happier he and Su Yunfei were, so that he could find a sick self-esteem from such happiness.

But is this a reason to kill a person and torture a person?

Chu Mingyao suddenly felt a feeling similar to guilt and regret from the bottom of his heart, especially the girl who asked this question in front of him was still the one he loved.

Chu Mingyao rubbed his fingers a little uneasily, not knowing how to answer this question.

After a long time, he spoke: "Xiao Nuan, I'm sorry, it's okay for you to forgive the eldest brother, it's the eldest brother's mistake!"

"You should say this to the Song Yi people. Song Yiren looked at Chu Mingyao: "However, I believe she will not forgive you no matter what!"

He only felt a basin of cold water splashed on his head, Chu Mingyao was cold, he looked at the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to draw even a trace of warmth from her: "Xiao Nuan, it's me who is wrong and let you down! But you believe me, I love you! I have never known exactly what it feels like to love someone like now! I said to you before, I want to go to country Y with you, I go to work, you study, it's all true!"

Song Yiren narrowed his eyes, feeling funny in his heart.

If people like Chu Mingyao can be redeemed, then what is the reason of heaven?

Her expression gradually cooled down, and there was moisture surging in her pure eyes: "Brother Chu, I have always thought that you are very good, especially, you have never forced me, unlike other rich people." You gave me the opportunity to endorse, and you never acted like a president, and I once felt that you were very good. But now ......"

She slowly removed the receiver away: "You've disappointed me so much! I think I'm looking at the wrong person!"

At this point, she seemed to have an emotional breakdown, threw the earpiece sadly, covered her face and was about to run away.

In the room, Chu Mingyao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Nuan, don't go! You listen to the eldest brother's explanation! The eldest brother is wrong, but don't give up on us, okay?"

It seemed that seeing that Song Yiren was really gone, he was excited and wanted to stand up, but he forgot that his legs were disabled now and he couldn't stand at all, and suddenly, the whole person fell off the wheelchair at once, and his teeth were still on the ground, and suddenly, there was a sharp pain.

However, the pain in his body is far less clear and profound than the pain in his heart.

Even she gave up on him, and he had nothing......

Chu Mingyao sat up from the ground embarrassed and with difficulty, and he looked down at himself.

His legs are gone, his hands are gone, and now there are no mirrors, but he can almost imagine how decadent and ugly his whole person will be because of a godless eye!

He is no longer the president of Haisheng, nor is he the enviable son-in-law of the Song family, he is just a crippled prisoner!

This cognition, like a cold net, enveloped him in life, his breath was choked, and his soul trembled, but in just a few minutes, time seemed to have passed on him for several years at once.

Therefore, when he was brought into the prison, the guards who guarded him were surprised.

Just now, I obviously saw that Chu Mingyao was just a little decadent, but now, how can he seem to be seven or eight years old all of a sudden?

Chu Mingyao's corner, he couldn't eat, the whole person was completely loveless, and even wanted to die, but he gave up because his legs couldn't move.

He put his tongue under his teeth, and when he strained it, a shallow fishy smell came, but he still didn't have the courage to exert himself after all.

He leaned against the wall dejectedly, and read: "Xiao Nuan, don't give up on me......"

At this moment, Song Yiren had already arrived at the hotel.

In order to avoid the people behind the scenes from paying attention to this matter, she has not met with Bei Mingmo in private.

However, she is now a U

Ique's spokesperson, along with other colleagues, has nothing to doubt about having dinner with Bei Mingmo.

After changing their clothes, Song Yiren came to the agreed place, and Bei Mingmo's colleagues had actually left one after another after Song Yiren arrived.

In the private room, Bei Mingmo saw Song Yiren coming in, and quickly stood up and hugged her tightly.

Before, although I heard Song Yiren talk about the past, but Song Yiren only simply passed those three years. Today, when he heard those in court, Bei Mingmo felt as if his whole heart had been stripped of his heart.

"Yiyi, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!" Bei Mingmo's eyes were already swollen from crying in the courtroom, and now, the whole person was crying breathlessly: "Why do you want to judge? I'm going to kill Chu Mingyao, peel off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs! And Su Yunfei! I'm going to kill her!"

Song Yiren hugged her tightly: "Momo, it's okay, it's all here! No matter how sad I am, I'll come over! I'm not in pain......"

She also hugged Bei Mingmo and cried, and the two became completely tearful people.

Because they were protected by Gong Lingye's people, the two of them were not afraid of getting drunk, and after eating a few bites of the meal, the two began to drink.

Yu Ruonuan's body was already shallow in terms of alcohol, and Bei Mingmo could drink a little, but it couldn't stand the two of them from picking up the wine glass, so after a while, both of them only felt dizzy.

People who drink alcohol often have great mood swings, so the two of them laugh for a while, cry for a while, and in the end, their eyes are swollen like light bulbs, and they can't even lift their arms.

In the faint eye, someone walked in.

Ah Mian walked up to Song Yiren and said, "Miss Yu, I'll send you back to the hotel." ”

Song Yiren snorted and complained: "I don't want you to send it, you go! I want my family's emperor Shao! Hmph, my family's is not your ......."

She spoke in a daze, and when Ah Mian came over, she pushed him aside.

Ah Mian was a little helpless, hesitated, and was ready to let Bei Mingmo persuade Song Yiren. So, he walked up to Bei Mingmo: "Miss Bei Ming, you ......"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Bei Mingmo reach out to his chest.

Instinctively, Ah Mian dodged sideways.

But Bei Mingmo was drunk, so as soon as Ah Mian dodged like this, she let her body shake for a while, and she was about to fall down!

Ah Mian hurriedly went over and stretched out his hand to hold her: "Miss Beiming, I'll arrange for someone to send you back......"

"Shhhhhhh ”

After she said that, she stretched out her hand again, landed her palm on Ah Mian's chest, and touched it: "Stained, it's really strong! Little brother, what is your name? Where do you live? Is there a marriage match?"

Mian: "......"

Over there, the Song Yi people had completely collapsed, breathing for a long time.

Ah Mian wanted to let go of Bei Mingmo, but she hooked his neck with one hand, and continued to rub oil with the other, with a somewhat flirtatious tone: "I count, how many abdominal muscles ......"

Anyway, she really touched down his pectoral muscles!

Ah Mian suddenly stiffened, and his muscles were even more tense.

This is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing, Ah Mian is in a cold sweat, he can't put it, he can't let it go, and he suddenly felt a cold and hard wind blowing in the private room.

Then a male voice rang out at the door: "Give her to me!"