"Get out! !" Jiang Ruo frantically kicked his legs to resist.

"I don't want to be touched by you!"

Huo Jinting was like being touched by the scales, his cold and bloodthirsty face was instantly clouded, dark and gloomy, and a strong sense of oppression spread throughout the room.

He stared at Jiang Ruo with his eyes, lightly pulled up his thin pale lips, and said sarcastically and mockingly, "What are you pretending to be reserved?"

Huo Jinting's deep and tall nose blocked the light source, making his whole face dim and deep under the light, and extremely cold.

As if thinking of something, he looked strange, "Call Zhou Qi and her husband?"

"You're so cheap and shameless?"

As the muscles of the arms shook, a tearing of the fabric resounded throughout the room.

"Then it is better to destroy all your memories in this loving hut of yours." The man's deep and hoarse voice was like a shackle, imprisoning her soul and making her inescapable.

"Don't! I don't want it!"

The long brown hair was pressed under the white and slender neck, Jiang Ruo struggled to raise his neck, like an elegant swan, not admitting defeat to fight against the wicked, and the cruelly destroyed wings fluttered and fell with dilapidated gray feathers.

Huo Jinting was able to clamp Jiang Ruo's two arms and lift them to the top of his head with one hand, and no matter how hard Jiang Ruo struggled, it was fruitless.

Huo Jinting carried her on his shoulders and entered the master bedroom.

In the living room, the candles on the birthday cake were still lit, and the faint candle flame was extinguished and flickered from time to time.

In the master bedroom.

Facing him was a photograph hanging from the head of the bed.

Jiang Ruo was held in Zhou Qihe's arms, one was wearing a white shirt and the other was wearing a little white skirt, and the two were smiling very happily, bright and bright.

A typical model couple has a lot of good memories.

The more Huo Jinting looked at it, the more dazzling he felt.

It's like reminding him all the time that he played with his brother's woman!

Is it possible for Jiang Ruo to smile so charmingly at any man? Extreme seduction?

Jiang Ruo was thrown on the bed by Huo Jinting, turned over and wanted to climb out of bed.

The man's cool fingers covered her slender ankles, clenched tightly, and yanked her under him again, her back hitting his solid chest.

Huo Jinting took off his gold-wire glasses with one hand and threw them aside casually, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he let out a few sneers: "Like this?"

Jiang Ruo's lips trembled like words, her vision had recovered most of it, and she could clearly see how hideous and vicious Huo Jinting's face was at this moment, and her black eyes were full of gloomy light, cold and terrifying, and intense.

"I don't want to be touched by you! Get out of here!"

No matter how hard Jiang Ruo's legs kicked, he couldn't break free from Huo Jinting's control.

"Just want to be touched by your dead man's first love?"

Huo Jinting gritted his teeth deeply and mocked: "You should go and dig him out to see if he has the ability!"

A dead man still makes her so worried?

In her eyes, he was completely inferior to a dead man?

The inexplicably aroused desire to win made Huo Jinting refuse to admit defeat.

He has always won over others, how can he let others trample on his head.

The four words of wanton arrogance are vividly interpreted.

Qin Bei whispered the news that Jiang Huai was not dead in Jiang Ruo's ear, in order to punish his heart and poison his heart, so Huo Jinting did not hear it.

"He's not dead! Not dead!"

"I don't want you to say Brother Huai!"

Jiang Ruo defended Jiang Huai desperately, regardless of the struggle, he was excited and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The white sheets were instantly stained with her blood, and the blood smeared quickly, like a delicate and blooming red flower, but it was also too terrifying.

Huo Jinting saw that Jiang Ruo vomited blood again, but he didn't care, he didn't care about her physical condition, and his eyes were so cold that there was no trace of pity.

Jiang Ruo, this woman can't be nice to her, otherwise she will kick her nose in the face and be embarrassed!

He calculated it for her, but she dared to bully again and again

Lie to him!

The man's cold, thin lips gnawed with a devastating ferocity, as if they were going to swallow her blood and bones into her belly, leaving nothing behind.

Jiang Ruo's out-of-control screams were in his throat, so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and his moist eyes kept rolling tears.

Her face was like ashes, she looked at the ceiling in a daze, her weak and pale lips touched up and down, spit out a shallow voice, and murmured unconsciously: "Brother Ahuai, Brother Ahuai..."

"My Ahuai is not dead, he is not dead."

Huo Jinting was furious again, her eyebrows showed ill intentions, she was very unhappy that she called other men's names in her mouth, pressed her head, and tore her illusions: "He's dead! Dead!"

"He's a dead man!"

The hot teardrops in Jiang Ruo's eyes fell big and big, whimpering in pain, and stubbornly confronted him: "Brother Ahuai is not dead, my Ahuai is not dead!"

"He's not dead!"

This time, Jiang Ruo sprayed two mouthfuls of blood in succession, and the sheets under his body were more and more seriously stained.

But she couldn't understand why she kept squirting blood tonight?

"Even if he wasn't dead, I could have killed him!"

The pain that had nowhere to escape was like falling into the abyss, and it was like a punctured ball, and suddenly the whole body was soft and relaxed, and Jiang Ruo fell on the bed and was unable to move.

That night, Huo Jinting also saw Jiang Ruo and Jiang Huai's kissing photos.

For the first time, he found that Jiang Ruo's eyes were full of love, and he had an extremely deep and hot love for another man.

It's like a man in the world is not as good as a Jiang Huai!

Love to the bone!

He is not jealous, but he is unwilling and resentful.

Unwilling to let Jiang Ruo use him as a plaything, he played with him and let him kill Zhou Qi and his brothers.

..

Hakusan Annex.

Huo Jinting hadn't been here for more than half a year.

The ancient iron door carved with a black dragon was opened, and a black Bentley was parked steadily in the courtyard, and Chen Jing was the first to get out of the car and open the door for Huo Jinting.

It was the height of summer sunset, and the sunset was shining on the earth, shining on the man's black hair, outlining a golden sheen.

The man's posture is long and straight, the black suit gives people a sense of depression that goes straight to his heart, and his eyebrows and eyes reveal a sense of indifference, like a high king, exuding a domineering momentum of fierceness and dignity, and he is used to the absolute power and coercion brought by a high position.

All the servants bowed down and saluted respectfully, "Hello Third Master."

Huo Jinting was holding Jiang Ruo in a coma in his arms, and there were still blood stains on her light-colored skirt.

Hearing the movement, a two-year-old glutinous rice dumpling ran out of the hall and happily rushed towards Huo Jinting, calling out softly and sweetly, "Dad."

"Little Miss, worry about the steps." The servant shouted behind him.

Huo Jinting glanced at Huo Xi condescendingly, not at all like he was looking at his daughter, and his voice contained a little coldness: "Get out."

"Daddy." Huo Xi pouted slightly, and shouted again aggrievedly.

Her moist black eyes are like two grapes, glowing with water, extremely beautiful, and she perfectly inherits the good genes of her own mother Yu Ting.

Huo Jinting ignored her and ordered, "Go and open the door to the basement."