As he spoke, he supported her with one hand and gently rubbed her ass back and forth with the other.

Ye Yimo carried her into the car.

Wen Qingwan didn't know where Ye Yimo was going to take her, because the car was driving further and further on the road, and she looked at the scenery along the way, surrounded by high trees and sparsely populated.

Suddenly!

The car made a sharp turn, and an invisible force threw Wen Qing towards the door.

Wen Qing calmed down and sat down.

At this point, the car also stopped.

This time there were four bodyguards, big men in black, hunched over and opening the car door.

Ye Yimo walked out with long legs and crotch, Wen Qingwan just wanted to follow closely, but was beaten out by the man, so frightened that she quickly hugged the other party's neck.

Ye Yimo carried her into the dilapidated factory in front of her, followed by four black-clothed bodyguards.

Wen Qingwan glanced at the factory, and the words dilapidated and unbearable suddenly appeared in her mind.

Cracks appeared in the walls of all four walls, but the originally white walls had a lot of graffiti and blood stains.

From her current location, the windows were overgrown with grass, blocking the sun from the room. It seems to be pitch black inside, especially eerie.

Especially the rusty iron door, the bad smell seems to be able to spread for miles.

Wen Qing tightened his arm around Ye Yimo: Tong, this haunted house! Can I not go in...

The system suddenly had a plan, and it pinched its throat: Woo woo, I'm ~ dead ~ gotta ~ good ~ miserable ~ ah.

Wen Qingwan: ... It's not scary at all to talk at the throat.

System:!

Having said that, Ye Yimo had already carried Wen Qing into the factory, but the entrance was empty, and there were no items, as if they had been cleared in advance.

Wen Qingwan was a little strange why Ye Yimo brought her to such a place, according to Ye Yimo's deep cleanliness habit, he should never come to this kind of place.

As soon as Ye Yimo entered the door, a middle-aged man greeted him respectfully and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, you are here." The tone of his voice was as if Ye Yimo often came. As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Wen Qingwan.

Seeing that Ye Yimo has been holding this girl since he entered the door, he was a little surprised in his heart, I heard that Ye Yimo has never been close to women, could it be that the rumors are wrong?

It's just that... This little girl is inevitably too tender, and she looks like she has just become an adult, but she didn't expect Ye Yimo to like this.

The middle-aged man silently wrote it down in his heart.

Ye Yi Mo bowed, his narrow eyes were slightly plenish, and the bottom of his eyes asked with the light of a yin owl, "Is the person dead?" There was not a trace of ebb and flow in his deep voice.

The cold tone made the middle-aged man's forehead sweat, and he quickly shook his head, "No, that girl's life is really hard, no matter how she whips it, she can't die." ”

Ye Yimo's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a calm face, "Lead the way ahead." ”

"Yes."

Ye Yimo lowered his eyes and whispered to Wen Qingwan: "Baby, just watch it obediently later." His voice was as gentle as water, and it was noticeably different from the tone he had spoken to a middle-aged man.

Wen Qingwan nodded obediently, very well-behaved.

There was a dark compartment in the factory, and the person in front led the way, and a cadre walked in from a side road.

When he saw the scene inside, Wen Qingwan's eyes widened in horror.

This is an underground prison!

Several rows of crosses were tied to the seriously injured man, a man in his thirties was tied with a rope, he woke up in a daze, after seeing Ye Yimo, he was excited, just wanted to speak, but found that there was a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, "Hmm, hmm! As he spoke, he seemed to be trying to climb this way, but was kicked and shut up by a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Ye, please come here." The middle-aged man in the lead made a gesture of please.

A leather soft chair was placed in front of him early, and Ye Yimo sat down with Wen Qing in his arms.

Wen Qingwan sat on his lap, a little unnatural, she moved in embarrassment, but was slapped on the ass by the man holding her.

It didn't hurt, but it made her panic.

Wen Qingwan simply nestled in his arms, trying to shrink his sense of existence.