The hand was held painfully, but Qiao Yingying didn't dare to say anything, gritted her teeth and endured it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bad weather had a big impact on the resort's business, and there was no one in sight, and she was full of fear and fear, and tears were rolling in her big eyes.

Hold back and don't cry.

Thinking of having to report to Guan Mufeng, she gritted her teeth and held back her tears.

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Guan Mufeng got off the plane, and after turning on his mobile phone, a series of messages rushed in.

As he walked towards the exit, he flicked his fingers and swept them one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, his brows furrowed, and a trace of solemnity and faint panic flashed in his eyes.

Mi Xue next to him noticed his abnormality, and was about to ask, when he saw him dial a phone call.

"Check this person's whereabouts today for me, be quick!"

Michelle heard his anxiety and couldn't help but feel nervous.

"What's wrong?"

Guan Mufeng pursed his lips with a solemn expression, and sent all the information he knew about Wen Yue.

"You take a taxi back by yourself first, I have something to deal with." He threw down these words and strode to the side of the road and got into the car.

Michelle looked at his hurried back, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Guan Mufeng sat in the car, staring at his phone, anxiously waiting for news. He wasn't sure about Qiao Yingying's situation, so he couldn't call her rashly.

He flipped to the message Qiao Yingying sent him again, his eyes were heavy, and his hands were clenched into fists.

As soon as she entered the room, Qiao Yingying wanted to go to the bathroom to contact Guan Mufeng, but was hugged into her arms by Wen Yue.

Nephrite was in her arms, the girl's beautiful body fragrance was fragrant, and Wen Yue tightly clamped her struggling body, looking intoxicated and crazy.

"Yingying... You're so beautiful... I want you so much" He buried his head in Qiao Yingying's neck, his lips lingering on her delicate skin, and Qiao Yingying suddenly burst into tears.

She couldn't hold back any longer, struggled desperately and slapped, crying and shouting: "Stinky rascal, disciple, shameless!" ”

Seeing that Wen Yue was unmoved, she used all her strength to raise her voice and shouted, "Help!" ”

"You don't have to shout, this house is far away from the rest of the world, and there is the sound of the waves outside, and no one will hear you if you shout through your throat." Wen Yue raised his head and looked at her coldly.

Qiao Yingying was desperate and angry in her heart, looking at his face and feeling disgusted, she spat on his face.

Wen Yue's eyes darkened, his face was instantly filled with anger, one hand wrapped around Qiao Yingying, and the other hand pulled off her collar and reached in roughly.

"You want to sleep with him for money, but you want to be a chaste martyr in front of me?" Wen Yue's face was hideous, and his tone was sarcastic and fierce.

He used a lot of force in his hand, Qiao Yingying's chest was painful, he gritted his teeth and refused to show weakness, only tears fell down.

She was thrown onto the bed again, and before she could climb farther, her skirt was torn with a bang, and her snow-white slender legs were suddenly exposed to the air. Wen Yue's eyes were red, and he crushed her under him.

Sir, help me...

Wen Yue's hands roamed and raged everywhere on her body, she couldn't move her hands and feet, she could only hold the phone tightly, closed her eyes and cried helplessly in her heart, her face was full of tears.

Just as Wen Yue was about to go further, there was a sudden loud noise at the door, and then his neckline tightened, and he was already knocked to the ground before he could react.

"Who are you?!" Wen Yue was shocked and angry.

Guan Mufeng didn't even look at him, looking at Qiao Yingying, who was unclothed and tear-stained in front of him, his heart shrank suddenly, and his fists clenched tightly.

Picking up the blanket on the side, he walked to the side of the bed and wrapped Qiao Yingying's body very lightly.

His gaze swept over the bruises and purple marks on her body, his already cold face instantly turned blue, his eyes were surging with turbulent waves, and his gaze shot towards Wen Yue like a sharp sword.

Wen Yue had already recognized him, he was in a state of shock, his mood was complicated, and at this moment, he felt the thick murderous aura in his eyes, and he was suddenly shocked, and couldn't help but take a step back.

Retracting his gaze, Guan Mufeng picked up Qiao Yingying and walked directly out of the door.

Wen Yue looked at his back as he left, instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, and then became more and more uneasy.

He's really... Just gone?