The face of the ugly ghost is actually not suitable for the unfathomable, his appearance is only worthy of being a thug, and he can't be the demeanor of a big man in Shanghai, which is something that he lacks as a person, even if he is carefully cultivated, at most it is similar to the shape, and it is difficult to look like him.

Wang Peilong was stunned by the abacus in her heart very thoroughly, and finally thought that she still wanted to hit the ugly ghost with her idea, although he was not credible from the inside out, but one thing was certain, she was attractive to him, and not one or two points She could completely subdue him from body to heart, as long as she wanted to, as long as she was willing.

Unfortunately, she used to think about it, but now she doesn't.

I don't want to.

In fact, the biggest hope is still herself, but she is not there, there are always others, she doesn't have to deliberately coax someone to do things for her, she just needs to create an opportunity, an opportunity for everyone to can't help but relax, this is what she needs most at the moment.

Fortunately, this time is different from the past, this sentence is herself, she is not the original Pei Long.

Thinking like this, Wang Peilong divided his heart of thinking about Feng Nian and Jin Zhumei a little bit and divided it into other things.

Her feet touched the ground, she was so soft that she couldn't use her strength, probably the sequelae of some kind of drug, she slowly moved her feet to the floor, she didn't look seriously injured, but she walked very slowly, judging from her gait, she seemed to be in her thirties.

Fortunately, the face is still eighteen, and it is better to always be eighteen.

Little by little, she moved to the paper bag where the daily necessities were kept, and she bent down and rummaged through it very seriously.

Not long after, Wan Xianshan came with a cold air.

Inspecting the territory, he walked around this well-equipped sparrow house, thinking that this place was a bit cramped, and people couldn't let go of it, and even his mood was grayed and dark, and he was about to burst out of anger at all times.

Otherwise, it would be more reassuring to break her leg and lock her directly in his bedroom.

Wang Peilong just picked her throat at the toilet, and as soon as she made the East Plateau good, she was frightened by the sound of the door opening and closing, but fortunately, she was in the bathroom, and the bathroom had a mirror, she could adjust her expression in just a few seconds, but just in case, she planned to do less, Wan Xianshan didn't like women to cry, make trouble, and hang herself, she had begged for mercy twice, and the effect of the two times was not very big, it seems that she has to change the method today.

Looking in the mirror, her hair is really short, and a little shorter can directly make a thirty-seven score similar to Feng Nian, all thanks to the earth-shattering night she made a fuss in the small western-style building, no one knows what she was going to do when she picked up the scissors and twisted her hair that night, whether she was happy or not, wasn't she going to be arrested?

.... I can't look at it anymore, her appearance is not ugly, it's awkward, as if as soon as her hair is cut, she loses her ability to disguise, and she can no longer communicate with people from the outside world by her temperament.

But that's fine, it's in line with her plan.

She didn't stay any longer, she tried to go as fast as she could, but yesterday's medicinal power was still dutifully working, trying to spread throughout her body, like poison.

At a glance, it does look like a waste person, only a waste person walks like this, and only walks so slowly.

Her heart was beating with her steps, and she didn't know what Wan Xianshan wanted to do to her today.

Before walking out of the bathroom, she splashed her face with water, creating the appearance of having just woken up and just woken up.

In the past two days, she has a bad appetite and is too nervous, she just buckles her throat and vomits bile.

But she was still sober.

She saw Wan Xianshan standing beside her bed, his eyes sharp and thoughtful.

Wang Peilong's heart beat faster.

The precursor of Wan Xianshan's anger is that he is silent, silent, and thoughtful.

As soon as she saw the small medicine bottle in his hand again, her heart gradually sank.

Well, it doesn't matter if your heart beats or not.

It's not a serious prison, the prison doesn't have such good conditions, but the kernel is the same, and the one who can get out in the end is either crippled or crazy.

There are only two ways to torture people: mentally and physically.

But according to Wang Peilong's observation, she found that this method was upgraded here in Wanxian Mountain, and it was upgraded to a two-in-one, which was all-round destruction.

The small medicine bottle in his hand opened, and he poured two pills and put them on the table.

Wang Peilong saw it, didn't say anything, just grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

The snow-white pill is just a little bit, who knew that eating it would make so much power?

"You don't have to ask."

Without using water, she swallowed it directly, and then smiled at Wan Xianshan, her pale face was strange and bewitching: "I don't know, I don't know, you have so many disciples and grandchildren, you can't dig out a big living person if you turn Shanghai upside down, and you expect me to conjure one up for you~!" ”

Wan Xianshan didn't listen to her at all, but saw that she couldn't stand steadily, so he simply sat down according to her.

For the big night, don't bother to pretend to be garlic.

As soon as her hand touched her, tsk, her bones softened, and she fell into the chair, it turned out that her backbone couldn't resist the medicine, saying that she didn't recognize it if she pretended to be garlic, and she was still holding on.

"Say you've grown, but you still haven't grown."

They sat facing each other, just with their heads bowed to the floor, fiddling with their fingernails; The other was bored, playing with the transparent vial, mocking, but I don't know who is more obvious.

"Three years, you'll show me this."

Wan Xianshan tapped his fingers on the table, and he still had the same action: "20,000, a new opera troupe, in exchange for your household registration, what's the use of you singing so much, all your previous efforts are wasted." ”

"I read that Chen Kangbai is a man, and I want to keep the Chen family alive, but if you don't want to, provoke me, Chen Fengnian will definitely die."

"Who dares to help you now?"

"You, this life, are back in my hands."

"Pei Long, you didn't win."

He simply states the facts without any disparagement.

And what about the people who listen?

Arrogant, can she stand it?

Wan Xianshan saw that Pei Long seemed to be completely unresponsive, her disguise had always been very good, if it wasn't for swallowing the medicine, he believed that she would have done better.

The long pointed nails had been poked into the flesh, and she didn't notice it at all, because she hated, she didn't hurt.

Soon, she's going to burn.

"Didn't win, didn't lose."

Wang Peilong finally reacted and let go of the beautiful nails: "If it is so easy to accept fate, how can we make our famous Boss Wan look up to it." ”

She showed the same style of sharp mouth and fangs as him, and smiled piercingly: "Don't worry, when I am really cornered, I will definitely give myself a good time before you open your mouth." ”

Behold, behold this mouth.

Little things, really good at talking, no wonder it's likable.

People who don't smoke and drink naturally don't have multiple colors, Wan Xianshan is a beautiful man who can play with anything, but at this moment he really loves her hard-mouthed little appearance, if it weren't for the anger in his heart, he would have pounced on her and ravaged her.

Love and hate have always coexisted, no one can understand how many troubles the famous Boss Wan has, only he knows, the more he loves, the more he loves enough, the more he hates, the more he hates, often he loves for a while, and the little things are going to break into a big disaster, and the disaster will not collapse the sky, but it can also make him angry on the face, and he can't wait to turn into a black-faced god and kill her directly on the bed.

But I clearly remember that Pei Long was not like this at the beginning, how good she was when she was obedient, it can be called the word 'duty', daring to talk back is disobedience, it is a big rebellion, and occasionally she is angry and jealous, she can eat several tons of vinegar a day at that time, and she simply does not allow a second person of the opposite sex to appear next to him, and the wife is not good.

Now, now her temper is really bad, from a small cannon barrel to a cannon battle, but more flexible, more charming, and her temper tantrum is also measured, which makes people itch.

Without him, she was 'alive' again, more 'alive' than before.

I can't tell if she was better back then, or better now—then it's all right, as long as it's Pei Long, it's all right.

This is his Peilong.

Wan Xianshan knew that she had been concocted into a medicine jar by herself in the past few days, sometimes three times a day, sometimes once every two days, he asked someone to concoct all kinds of prescription drugs, the effect is basically paralysis and relaxation, long-term injection is not possible, it is bound to have side effects - of course, it is not the degree of human experiments, at most neurological disorders, and it will not cause people to die.

He just couldn't let go of his heart, he always felt that Pei Long's health had become a little worse, so he didn't need to be so angry, he could be merciful, raise his noble hand, take the initiative to lift this one over, and then start again.

He just didn't want to see a healthy her.

Half-wasted, half-dead, can only lean on his side, eat him and rely on him, then he will have peace of mind.

The medicinal power gradually appeared, and Wan Xianshan walked slowly, full of interest, and watched coldly.

After a while, Wang Peilong seemed to be hallucinating.

Her ears became sensitive, but her vision plummeted, Wan Xianshan's face showed a strange distortion, moving slowly, one moment far away, the next moment it was a huge head, and it was about to approach from time to time, which frightened her heart for a while, and she suspected that her heart and stomach were spasming together.

What time is it? I don't know.

Since it's pitch black all around, it's barely late at night.

Wan Xianshan hugged her, she was really stubborn, she didn't move or escape, she just wheezed as if she was struggling for her life, the colic pain of her internal organs forced out her tears, tears and sweat were combined, I had never seen such a poor person, such a small one, nesting in his arms for a while in a cold sweat, bean-sized beads of sweat flowed into the neckline, every twitch of the heart was a torture, he knew her little head, he must be thinking at the moment, all this would be if he dreamed.

Poor, poor to death.

But she deserved it.

He suppressed her with all his strength, and did not dislike her embarrassment.

It was gentle torture, but apart from cruelty, he was willing to give her tenderness.

According to the algorithm of sixty seconds for one minute, the time in the room is not fast, even if Ling Chi has a time to finish, the torture is the end.

Wang Peilong sweated all over his body, and finally got his wish and fainted.

Wan Xianshan let go of her, and took her to wash again, not calling anyone, he personally served her.

... This is the sorrow of loving someone, he doesn't dare to be too good to her, he always has to jokingly belittle her, and then quietly pamper her, for fear that she will see the details, and he won't be able to hold her.

Wan Xianshan wiped Pei Long's body little by little, the towel was twisted to the most suitable temperature, and the strength was the lightest, he was almost moved by himself who took care of her so carefully.

"Look how hateful you are."

He was not convinced when he thought about it, twisted his ears, twisted her cheeks, and finally had to bite on his mouth, which was considered angry: "Which of them has me to be good to you, you want to run out, little thing, no conscience." ”

He pinched her, or the soft meat on his waist: "Say, isn't your uncle the best for you?" ”

Can't tell.

Wang Peilong was at his mercy, and she had nothing to say at all - she had already fainted.

The beloved woman, who makes mistakes, also loves, just now she thinks she has a hard mouth, but now she is soft and unconscious, the tenderness in his heart returns to its original place, and he is gentle again.

Wan Xianshan is still refreshed, but he behaves carefully.

He wiped her sweat, tucked the quilt, and finally quietly closed the door and returned to his bedroom.

Boredom, he looked out the window.

It's already lit up outside.

Big Shanghai, night Shanghai.

Ten miles of ocean - field, red everywhere, gold everywhere.

Chasing fame and fortune, drunk and gold-obsessed.

There are rivers and mountains here, and there are more beauties.

What else is there to say? These were meant to be his.

You really should have fun to be worthy of such a good place.

Wan Xianshan stood in front of the window, replacing wine with tea, and toasting this night.

Cheers.