The pale light fell on Li Jingchen's angular side face, and his well-structured chest rose and fell in aggressive lines.

It's a scorching and hot love, which can't be hidden at all, and will burst out.

The strength of his fingertips couldn't help but increase, crushing on the skin at the corners of Su Wan's eyes: "Wanwan, why are you crying?" ”

"Stay by my side, you're not happy."

Use affirmative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

Probably, he is such a gloomy and stubborn madman, suffering from gains and losses, and becoming paranoid.

Even if he was by his side every night, he was still afraid, afraid that he would not be able to give her the best, and afraid that his crazy attachment would make her annoyed.

Therefore, there are too many crazy dark sides in his heart, and he wants to imprison her in his heart.

Su Wan was stunned, did she cry? For Li Jingchen's tears.

After a while, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled lightly: "No, it's just that the sand is in my eyes." ”

Sure enough, staying by his side is really unhappy.

Li Jingchen gritted his teeth stupidly, reflecting the well-defined face, and the bottom of his eyes would be filled with hideous hollowness.

His thin lips pursed into a straight line, and silently swept away Su Wan's tears.

The temperature between the fingers is thin to the bones, melting the rotten and sickly affection.

Even if she is forced, she wants to stay by his side, integrate into his blood and bones, and return together in life and death!

Su Wan's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and Li Jingchen was very close, and he could clearly see his handsome and compelling facial features.

She had been surrounded by his bursting hormones, eating away at her nerves.

His gentleness, his affection, devoured the poison.

Before you know it, you just sank like this.

She might be able to do something for him to avoid being plotted by Li Gongli and breaking an arm.

Let those who framed him and slandered him show their original murderous faces.

Perhaps, there is medicine for his illness.

Leng Feng looked at it with a painful look on his face, doing, too much, too pretentious.

How can there be sand here?

Su Wan, a vicious woman, is the best at using means. And the third young love miserably her, of course, will fall for her conspiracy. Even if you know that she is lying, you willingly walk into her trap.

He interrupted Li Jingchen and Su Wan in a rough voice: "Third Young Master, do you just let Li Gongli slander you like this?" ”

The on-screen press conference continued.

Li Gongli had a modest look, but the ambition and greed in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

But he still looked distressed: "Third brother, as the eldest brother, I am not good at discipline, it is indeed my fault." ”

"When I take over the Li Group, I will also discipline the third brother well."

Click.

The power supply is cut off.

Leng Feng was also angry, what was Su Wan doing with this woman!

Could it really be that she colluded with Li Gongli to deliberately frame Sanshao?

The tips of Su Wan's lips outlined the killing intent, and the corners of her skirt fluttered.

Li Gongli is away from this insidious and cunning scumbag, so he will be proud for a few days.

She didn't know why, but she clearly felt that the hatred for him in her heart was so strong and so strong.

An unscrupulous person like Li Gongli, letting him simply die is really cheap for him. His fate should be as tragic as the plot in the original book.

Having lost all his wealth in the Li family, deprived of his ambitions, his limbs were discarded, and he was reduced to the most despicable beggar. Slowly, desperately and painfully dying.

……

The night is dark, the wind is high, and the night of murder.

Bang Dang –

Big Ben rings in the black wasteland, and it comes out of the darkness, eerie and gloomy.

Suddenly, Li Jingchen's eyes opened, revealing a hideous and painful hurricane.

His long legs fell to the cold floor, clutching his head, and the bruises on his neck rose suddenly.

On the forehead, there is a sexy sweat flowing, dripping bit by bit. Along his resolute chin, it sank into the towering Adam's apple.

It happened to stay on his beautiful and sharp collarbone, staining his shirt and not hiding the distinct muscle lines.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, like a struggling beast, screaming in despair: "Don't! Don't leave me! ”