Yiyu turned her head and couldn't help but be stunned.

More than a dozen special forces surrounded the crowded crowd in a way, Meng Yi strode towards the woman with a dark and calm face, Yi Ying subconsciously took a step back, although they were far away, but the dangerous aura emanating from the man still made her tremble.

"You, why are you here?"

Meng Yi didn't answer, took the woman's arm and turned back towards the door, glanced at her dress, and couldn't help but increase the strength of his big hand.

"Hiss, it hurts, Mengxuan, let go!"

Walked out of the door, stuffed the woman into the car, sat in the car, and ordered in a cold voice: "Go back to the mansion!" ”

"You, Meng Xuan, you let me go! You're hurting me, let it go! As he spoke, Yiyu withdrew her hand vigorously, only to see a red color on her wrist, and she lowered her head and blew.

Meng Yi glanced down at the woman's wrist, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of distress, but his whole face was still as cold as ice.

"Mengxuan, what do you want to do?"

"Where are you taking me? Get me off! Yiyu roared.

Seeing that the man was unmoved, Yiyu moved towards the door and said, "Let me get out of the car, if you don't let me go, I'll jump out of the car!" ”

"I count to three times when you stop, and if you don't stop, I'll jump, you know my temper!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

As soon as the last word came out, Yiyu was just about to open the door, only to see a cold wind blowing in front of him, and he was rolled into a warm embrace.

The man's cold eyes were full of anger: "You still dare to run?!" ”

Yi Ying boldly met his gaze that was about to eat people: "Why don't I dare?" Who are you, and why do you want to restrict my freedom?! ”

Meng Yijin's chest rose and fell violently, and Yiyu lowered her head tremblingly, she knew that this man was really angry.

The luxury car stopped abruptly, and Meng Yi got out of the car and pulled the woman out of the car, striding towards the mansion.

Along the way, the man's face was as dark as carbon, which made the other servants tremble, for fear of doing something wrong and adding fuel to the fire.

walked into the bathroom, and without waiting for the woman to resist, Meng Yi carefully stripped the woman with three and two strokes. Light, throw it into the bathtub, pick up the shower and face the woman's body is a shower.

Yi Ying resisted vigorously: "What are you doing? Let me go! ”

Seeing the words, she choked a few mouthfuls of water, and the woman coughed violently, Meng Yi did not have the slightest intention of pity and love for jade, threw the shower into the woman's hand, and said in a cold voice: "In the nightclub, those men have touched you and kissed you, and they have all washed me clean!" ”

"Mengxuan, you bastard!"

"My name is Meng Yijin."

"Mengyi, you bastard!"

Not to mention being pulled here by him from the nightclub, he came up to let her take a bath, the tip of his nose couldn't help but be sore, he was very aggrieved, a lot of tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, Yiyu wiped his tears vigorously, and glared at the man in front of him: "You give me out!" ”

"This is my bathroom, you told me to go out?"

"Get out!"

Meng Yi clenched his fists, raised his hand and was about to fan the woman's cheek, Yiyi raised his chin: "Hit, you fight, if you don't hit, you're not a man!" ”

Meng Yi's hand was forcibly retracted, and he roared: "Wash it yourself and let me check it, if you can't wash it, I'll wash it for you personally!" ”

After speaking, the man turned around angrily and left, for this lost woman, he really couldn't do anything.

sat down on the leather sofa in the bedroom, turned his head to Secretary Ji and ordered, "Go and send a few maids and prepare a few sets of women's clothes." ”

"Yes."

At this time, Yiyu came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Secretary Ji turned his back knowingly, and Meng Yi got up and picked up the woman and walked towards the bed.

Yi Ying slapped the man's back hard: "Meng Yijin, you let me down!" ”

The man ignored it, threw the woman on the bed, pressed down, grabbed her legs with his big hands and separated them by a certain distance, Yiyi was startled, and guessed what the man wanted to do.

Pushing the man on his body in a panic: "Don't, don't, don't do this!" ”

A woman's 'don't' is nothing more than lust in the eyes of a man. Feeling. Old. Vertically, Meng Yi was cautious like a loose lion, gnawing fiercely at the woman's snow-white skin.

Yi Ying bit her lip tightly, recalling the experience of two years ago, a trace of despair flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Don't, Meng Yizhen, don't let me hate you!" ”