Leng Mingcheng suddenly panicked, and he repeatedly asked himself in his heart, did he really never understand her?

"No, that's not right! When do you dye your pride? What about your self-esteem? How can you say such a shameless thing now. Leng Mingcheng gritted his teeth fiercely, he questioned bitterly, his eyes were sharp, and he wanted to see a few holes in Shi Ran's body.

"Pride, self-esteem? Can these things be sold for money? I can't keep them for anything. Shi Ran's eyes widened with sarcasm.

"Money, money again, what else do you have in your eyes now besides money?"

"Nope." Shi Ran was resolute and firm, her eyes were waveless, and her face was expressionless and looked directly at Leng Mingcheng's manic face.

If she wants to save Shi Qianyi, she has no choice but to fulfill Bo Qingchen's request.

At this moment, something in Leng Mingcheng's heart exploded instantly. He unloaded the strength of his hands, letting go of Shi Dye's shoulders, which were only ribs, but a smile deeper than sarcasm appeared on his face.

"It seems that I really haven't known you, and I haven't known that Miss Shi, who is peerless in Twilight City for so many years, is just a money-hungry slut!"

He stained what little flesh was left of his body as he slashed it off with words. The scapula of Shi Ran was gone, but his heart was already bleeding.

She clutched the futon tightly with her fingers, lowered her head and lowered her eyes silently, and took these humiliations to the end, "Young Master Leng, I have answered all your questions, you can do it yourself." ”

After Shi Ran finished speaking, he stopped looking at Leng Mingcheng, and turned sideways, his back curled up in a hospital gown, looking extremely thin and small.

The graceful and smooth snow-white neckline looms through the loose green silk, and without looking at the sarcastic and fearless expression on the woman's face, Leng Mingcheng's heart is sour again.

In the coldest winter more than ten years ago, he took Akemi's hand and stepped into the Leng family for the first time, facing those relatives who were full of disdain and had ghosts and said that they were connected to their blood. At that time, Leng Mingcheng was only a half-old child, with stubbornness written on his face, but he was afraid to death in his heart, and secretly squatted outside the cold house to cry afterwards.

Shi Ran walked up to him, blinking his big innocent eyes and stuffing an imported candy into his palm.

That was the sweetest thing Leng Mingcheng had ever eaten in his life.

"Shi Ran, you are willing to fall because the Shi family has lost a life without fine clothes and food, right?" Leng Mingcheng's long voice seems to be shuttling from distant memories.

Shi Ran's wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't hold back the trembling of his body.

She couldn't help but pray in her heart if she could let her sleep well, and if these nonsense speculations could not bother her again!

No...

Because of the suddenness, Leng Mingcheng pulled up Shi Ran's body lying on his side, and his strength was so strong that he tore off the buttons on the collar of the hospital gown.

The snow-white, rounded shoulders are exposed to the air, forming a strong visual impact with the blood-red bruises.

The man's pupils contracted violently, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his voice was hoarse, "You want money, I have it, from now on, you are covered by me!" ”

"Make a price." Leng Mingcheng seemed to be confused, but Shi Ran saw the mad indifference in his eyes.

"You're crazy." Shi Ran frowned, pushed his hand away, and tried to pull on his own clothes.

But the big hand that tightened her arm did not relax for a moment, and a flame rekindled in Leng Mingcheng's eyes, and he kissed directly on the snow shoulder exposed by Shi Ran.