President Ling got slapped in the face again today

"Well, good!" Ling Li replied lightly, and his face returned to her tolerance and pampering.

Who is she Mona?She is willing to bow her head and admit her mistake is already the great honor of the other party, if the other party still doesn't know good from bad, it is his fault.

But Mona still didn't understand one thing: "Ah Li, then, how did you drop the stick?"

Ling Li: "Originally there was only one electric baton. I gave it to Archie. When Master Qing came in, we put away the stick. While everyone was not paying attention, Archie and I exchanged it. Ah Hu stood far away from me." I was close, and he had one in his hand, just like that, we successfully exchanged the bags, and the searchers couldn't find out."

Mona nodded suddenly, as if she had a picture in her mind, she had to admire this man's big heart, he dared to play tricks under her father's nose without being noticed, it was really amazing.

Ling Li suddenly smiled at her, and suddenly retracted his hands into his sleeves, raised the empty sleeves, and pointed the cuffs at Mona, "Look, see what else is inside?"

Mona didn't know why, but her body cooperated very close to the cuff hole to check, "There is nothing, only your own arm is inside."

"Of course, because I took it out."

Mona raised her head and saw a red rose suddenly appearing on the sharp other hand, which was blooming bright red in front of her eyes. beauty of.

Ling Li's feelings for Mona are always tepid. His politeness and modesty sometimes make her feel that they are not in love, but like subordinates who have completed tasks.

And this man, who was always tepid, caught off guard for a romance, and the sweetness he gave was a fatal blow.

Mona took the roses happily, and couldn't help giving a sharp mouthful in return.

"Ah Li, you are so kind! I like red roses the most. Will you give me them every year? No, every day, every day, okay?"

Mona unreservedly showed the side of the little girl who is begging for favor in front of Ling Li,
Ling Li still smiled calmly and gently, and refused, "No."

"Huh! Why? Don't you love me?" Mona swayed her fierce arms coquettishly.

Ling Li couldn't help but overlap the face in front of him with the familiar face, they were too similar.

It's not like Mona had acted like a baby before she had plastic surgery, but at that time, he could only try his best to control his calm emotions, and he didn't even want to be perfunctory to please.
But now, he actually learned how to send flowers, he had never even sent her before.

It turns out that not all girls are useful for being coquettish and cute, as long as they use her face, he can't help but subdue
Ling Li: "If you send too much, you won't like it anymore." He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, stood up and said, "Okay, I should go back, you should have a good rest."

Mona's excited mood hadn't calmed down yet. Seeing that she was about to leave, she jumped up and hugged her from the back.
"Ah Li, I don't want you to go, please don't go, don't go tonight, stay here."

This kind of blatant hint and invitation should be understood by all men.

Ling Li stood still, with his back against the flames, his brows and eyes hidden in the shadows were dark, his eyes were unfathomable.

He is a normal man, young and energetic, even with an ascetic iceberg face, he can't control the hormones in his body at will, especially when he hides secrets in his heart, he can't find an outlet to vent. At that time, those emotions suppressed by him, be it love or hate, all ran out presumptuously,

Every time at that time, he misses that woman even more so that he can't believe his feelings, and wants to release all the emotions that have nowhere to vent on her with his own love and hatred.

Seeing that Ling Li did not refuse her to stay, Mona faced him directly and kissed Ling Li's thin lips.

Ling Li looked at this long familiar face in front of him. For four years, for four years, the once youthful and frivolous dream seemed to become clear again in an instant. Mona's enthusiasm had ignited his emotions that had been suppressed for four years.
Only after being deceived, can one know the feelings of the deceived. Mona did have true feelings for him. Her compromise and softness towards him, as well as her pathological control and nostalgia, all stem from her obsession with him.

Ling Li slowly closed his eyes, trying to respond to Mona for the first time, imagining the softness he had dreamed of in his head, imagining himself being given, satisfied, and the lingering joy of being with her.

He also had a moment when he questioned his heart, did he have any affection for Mona, even now that she has become what he likes?
No!

She is not her, and she will never be her, even if she wears her skin and learns her words and deeds, she cannot be her.

His love, hatred, and lust only stem from the woman who gave him love and pain.

Instead of the woman in front of him who made his fate even more miserable.

Ling Li suddenly came to his senses, pushed Mona away roughly, and rushed out.

He has struggled in this quagmire for nearly four years, making himself as dirty as the people and things here, the mud has reached the top of his hair, and he only has a pair of arms left to struggle,
He didn't dare to get dirty again, he was afraid that he would never be able to grasp those clean, white and tender little hands again, and that she would think he was dirty.

He must go out and find her. If she really abandons him, then he will kill her alive and make her suffer a thousand times more pain than himself.

"Brother Ah Li, is it you who came back?" Long Xiaoru who was next door asked in a low voice,

Ling Li squatted on the bed, hugged himself tightly, the night was his best protection, his room was extremely dark, his hands could not be seen, if it wasn't for the faint trembling of his throat, Long Xiaoru would not have known his existence.

"I'm going to move faster." The words echoed in the dark night, as if they were revenge from a ghost.

After Lingli threw Mona away, she rushed back, leaving Mona alone in the same place. She thought about it, emptied her mind, and gradually became sensitive and suspicious again.

Ling Li never really wanted to touch her, just when she thought he was about to fall, he still ruthlessly pushed himself away.

She is like a resentful woman who can't get enough, the more she can't get it, the more she wants it. This has almost become the criterion in her heart for whether she loves her fiercely or not.

She spent the night thinking alone in her bedroom, and the next morning, she immediately found Ling Li.

Mona: "What did you mean last night? I've already done this, why are you still dissatisfied? What do you say that girls should be clean and self-respecting? After all, you just don't like it, and you just can't let it go."

Hearing movement next door early in the morning, Long Xiaoru's eyes were still squinted, but the gossip gene in his body had been awakened, and his ears pricked up reflexively.

Mona suddenly approached, the little girl's coquettishness before disappeared, she returned to the most primitive ferocity, even worse than before, and said sharply: "I should tell you, don't even think about it, you are mine for a day, This life is mine, you don't want to go anywhere except by my side, you owe me this."

Long Xiaoru, who was next door, quietly eavesdropped on the wall at the entrance of the cave, and saw Mona's morbid desire to control Ling Li in the dimly lit opposite room.

She condescended to examine Ling Li, forcing him to look at her, and Ling Li also changed from the gentleness and connivance towards her in the past, and stood up abruptly.

"What do I owe you? What do I owe you? Yes, if you hadn't followed me that night, I might have died, but don't forget why I was attacked and why I was attacked. The retaliation of these desperadoes is all because of you, if it wasn't for me and Weiwei, you would have been fucked to death by a man long ago."

"Oh, Weiwei, sure enough, you are because of that woman, and you just can't let her go, even if I am like her, just to please you and learn how to speak and do things like her, you will always see her in your eyes."

A woman's logic and focus are always on what she cares about. Whenever He Dongwei is mentioned, especially from a sharp mouth, Mona will become sensitive and become a complete lunatic.

She grabbed Ling Li's clothes and forced her to ask, "Do you still love her? Tell me, why do you love her? From the beginning to the end, I only have you in my heart, but what about her? Xiao Zeyang for a while, and you again for a while." , playing men around, is it because of me that she left you? It was Xiao Zeyang who she tried her best to save, not you. "

"You can't forget a woman who abandoned you, but you turn a blind eye to the person who is so kind to you in front of you. You are a born bitch."

Long Xiaoru heard Mona swearing so fiercely, if she hadn't been warned in advance by him, she really wanted to rush out and meet this shameless woman.

But when he heard the words 'everything is good', Ling Li couldn't help but laugh.

Her kindness in every way is her desire to control. She does not allow a single thought of disobeying her. All his steps must be carried out according to the results she expected, even if it is physical and mental torture, is it for his own good?
In the name of loving him, swallowing everything he has, how many people in the world can bear this kind of love?

Even if he could bear it, the scars on his abdomen would not agree.

He never thought he was lucky. He once thought that he was far from suffering and infinitely close to happiness, but the appearance of Mona made him feel miserable, as well as torture and humiliation.

How many days and nights he used to spend in this small dark room, the disgusting scene, the clear pain when the sharp knife slowly slashed across the skin, the piercing scream, the skin that was soaked in salt water and turned white , and the numbness caused by the electric current...all of them made him terrified, as soon as he closed his eyes, as long as he heard the slightest moan or scream, all his senses that had tasted those feelings would suffer again.

This kind of psychological torture almost consumed all his energy, even his desire to survive.

To let myself love her is to indirectly admit that I was wrong and accept all the punishments she gave. He gritted his teeth and persisted until now, not for compromise.