At this time, Ling Kebao had to admire his wit, fortunately when he kidnapped this man this morning, he packed his luggage.

Inside, there is exactly his identification!

Sure enough, this dead scumbag is Ming Yao, the third young man of the Ming family who left home eight years ago to go overseas, Ming Yao!

"Mingyao, Mingyao, do you know how difficult it is for me to get close to your Ming family, uncle?"

Ling Kebao played with the documents in his hand, stared condescendingly at the weak man who was half leaning on the head of the bed, looked carefully, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Don't say it, these eyebrows and eyes make me doubt, uncle, are you the kind left by my parents?"

She thought of an excellent way to get to Ming's house.

Ming Yao chuckled, and the next second was unexpected, he suddenly raised his right arm, grabbed the little woman's wrist with his big hand, and pulled it into his arms strongly!

"What are you doing?

Ling Kebao was shocked, obviously he didn't expect this weak chicken man to have this strength, and at this moment, his big hand happened to be slapped on her little ass!

Seeing that the man leaned over and kissed her, Ling Kebao didn't have time to stare at him, so he quickly turned his head and dodged.

Mingyao's eyes flashed with a hint of loss, and then he attached his thin lips to the little woman's fleshy little earlobes, and the thin lips opened and closed slightly: "It means that we are husband and wife!, right, good Bao'er?"

"Dead scumbag, let go of me!" Ling Kebao's eyes were bloodshot, but his hands were tightly encircled by the other party's arms, and his ears felt the coldness between his lips, and he was even more ashamed.

From childhood to adulthood, only she Ling Kebao has the share of molesting others!

This man, hmph, even if the Ming family has nothing to do with the Jiang family tragedy six years ago, she is also on the same page with him!

Mingyao looked at the woman in his arms and didn't feel funny.

The body was obviously scared, but he still looked unruly, and his words were threatening.

His big hand began to swim around her waist, and he asked defiantly, "Good Bao'er, what will happen if you don't let it go?"

"Hehe-don't let it go, then don't regret it!"

Damn scumbag, he keeps calling her good Bao'er? Is that what he can call?

Ling Kebao exerted all his strength, turned his head, gritted his teeth, and directly hit the base of the man's thigh with his forehead!

"You-I-" Ming Yao knew that this little woman had a strong personality, and she was really spicy enough! If it weren't for the fact that this body was weak now, he really wanted to correct her on the spot and correct her husband!

"Whew!"

Finally, break free!

Ling Kebao landed on her feet and hurriedly took three or four steps back, looking at the man on the bed who was slightly bowed down due to pain somewhere, she was in a particularly comfortable mood.

"You-"

"What am I, dead scumbag!" Ling Kebao clasped his hands around his chest, and his voice sneered: "Hehe, Mingyao is it, since you sent it to the door yourself, don't blame the uncle, I am not polite to you and the Ming family!"

"What's the unkind method?" Mingyao's words were still the sullen magnetic sound, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

This little woman is very angry?

"Want to know?" this time, Ling Kebao raised his eyebrows, "It's a pity, you don't have this opportunity." ”

So, in her sly gaze, Mingyao was carried out by the security guard who called in.

The man was very interesting, not noisy or noisy, and was thrown into a large iron cage, locked up, and had a leisurely look.

Ling Kebao stood proudly outside the iron cage, his eyes were half-narrowed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Dead scumbag, don't worry, I'll send you a sow later!"

She didn't believe it, and she couldn't tear off his teasing scumbag face!

Looking at the back of the little woman gradually moving away, Ming Yao, who was sitting lazily in the iron cage, raised his right hand to flick the short hair in front of his forehead, and his smile was all gone, and his face was replaced by a cold face.

When he was the only one left in the empty room, he put his hands together, and used the fingers of his right hand to play with the ring on his left thumb.

If you look closely, you will find that it is a very regular press?