Warm marriage and personal pet, please let go of the president's uncle

118: Do you want to hear me tell a story?The atmosphere seemed to be a bit more dignified, Yange's face was pressed against Lu Lingye's palm, feeling his gentle caress motionlessly.

"Uncle..."

Lu Lingye pursed her lips and remained silent, but her thumb lightly brushed the corner of her lips.

In the silent night, under the dark light, Yange's heart was in a state of ups and downs.

"Want to hear me tell a story?"

After half a minute, Lu Lingye finally spoke slowly.

His voice was murmured and low, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Uncle?" Yan Ge was a little flustered, "I can explain first..."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Lingye's thumb blocked her small mouth impartially.

"I'll say it first!"

Lu Lingye's unquestionable tone made Yange feel more and more uneasy.

She frowned, and wanted to speak several times, but she was finally lost in his serious and firm cold eyes.

Lu Lingye pulled Yange and sat on the spacious sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was a dim light in his eyes, and he looked at the sultry night outside the window, "Six years ago, I first entered the shopping mall! I took over a big business from the Lu family..."

Yange stared intently at his handsome side face, listening to him murmur about his past.

"As the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, it can be said to be invincible! Excessive success made me more arrogant and cold. It was just the second year, that is... five years ago!"

Speaking of this, Lu Lingye paused abruptly. He withdrew his gaze from the window, stared at Yange steadfastly, and pinched her injured little hand with his palm, "Five years ago, because of an accident, someone drugged me!"

Yan Ge took a breath, and asked subconsciously: "How could it be? Then what happened later?"

She was listening to it as if it were a story, but she didn't see the strange look in Lu Lingye's eyes.

As Lu Lingye spoke, he lit a cigarette, took a sip, and exhaled thick smoke, "At the Jinbo Hotel that night, someone broke into my room..."

Yange opened his watery eyes and blinked at him.

She frowned slightly, and a certain image flashed through her mind.

Her fingertips tightened suddenly, pulling the wound on her palm, but she didn't even notice it.

"Later, don't you remember?"

Lu Lingye spoke these words very slowly, and the words hit Yange's heart with a straight voice.

With a miserable face, she sat stiffly beside him.

The story he told was only a few words, but the picture he brought out was full of fragments.

Yange's breathing was trembling, her heartbeat was chaotic and chaotic, her fingertips were trembling, and the nightmare that she had never been able to forget entangled her tightly like a poisonous snake.

His breathing was out of rhythm, and he tried to speak with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Lingye's slightly downcast eyes seemed to be filled with happiness, and he touched Yange's eyes with his slender fingertips, "The nightmare you can't get rid of is me!"

Yange took a deep breath, she froze on the sofa, forgot to react, forgot to speak.

Her eyes gradually became clear. It was the moment she feared the most in the past five years. Even after many years, she still couldn't forget the heart-piercing cry that night...

She remembered, five years ago, on this day...

The first half of the semester is approaching the end of the term.

After class, Mu Xinrou mysteriously pulled her to a corner of the playground.

Mu Xinrou had a sad look on her beautiful and charming face, she put her schoolbag on her lap, and said in a low voice, "Yange, you... how are you and Yunjing doing recently?"

She smiled all over her face, looked at Mu Xinrou's strange appearance, and replied, "We are fine, Xinrou, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Xinrou smiled stiffly, and pulled the neckline of the chiffon shirt by the way.

And her movements unexpectedly revealed the blue-red hickey on her neck.

Seeing it at first glance, she asked in surprise, "Xinrou, your neck? You..."

At that time, she was already 19 years old, even if she was with Pei Yunjing, it was only at the stage of holding hands.

However, as an adult, she still knew what this kind of overly ambiguous trace meant.

At this moment, her words fell, and the schoolbag on Mu Xinrou's lap shook, and by coincidence, a stack of photos fell out of it.

That pile of photos is amazingly large.

With just one glance, she could clearly identify that the man who was standing upright was Pei Yunjing.

Picking up the photo, Yange felt that his breathing had been frozen.

But Mu Xinrou was crying and complaining at this time, saying how they were drunk and how they couldn't help themselves.

The photos seemed to break down all their actions.

Clear and sarcastic!

To this day, the inkstone song is still preserved!

At that time, she regarded Mu Xinrou as her best girlfriend, they ate and lived together, and shared all the secrets with her.

Her first meeting with Pei Yunjing, her acquaintance with Pei Yunjing, and her love for Pei Yunjing, she has all been a perfect witness.

Unexpectedly, in the end, such a careless thing like them was fulfilled!

Mu Xinrou cried until she was in tears, sobbing and telling her that Pei Yunjing was waiting for her in room 1332 of the Jinbo Hotel not far from the school.

Without doubt or hesitation, she turned around and left holding the photo.

Behind her, Mu Xinrou's cry still came, but she felt very sick.

Jinbo Hotel, the only five-star hotel around the school.

Because at that moment, her breathing was painful, and she completely lost her calm thinking.

Without any hesitation, he walked to the door of room 1332, saw the door that was ajar, pushed the door open and entered.

She didn't expect that the moment she opened the door, what greeted her was hellish torture.

The room was filled with the aroma of roses.

She walked in recklessly, and when she entered, she didn't even see everything in front of her eyes clearly. Someone slashed the back of her neck, and she fainted on the spot.

When she woke up, in the pitch-black room, there was a person on top of her.

Her posture was restrained strangely, and the brutal force pierced her fiercely.

Pain, endless pain!

She cries and cries for help, but she hears nothing but their hums.

No matter how she twisted or struggled, the opponent's strength seemed to be able to crush her.

The heavy body weighed on her, causing her limbs to become numb in pain, and even her voice to be hoarse.

Not only did she not get any help, but what she got in return was endless bullying.

Yes, she always thought it was bullying.

She had never seen the person on her body clearly, but she only knew how strong his strength was, pinching her shoulders, as if sprinting tirelessly, letting her be slaughtered like fish on a chopping board.

She fainted a few times, and was awakened again. Time passed by, and her whole body seemed to be shattered, like a puppet, bearing everything that was unexpected.

In the end, she only remembered that when the faint light shone through the cracks in the curtains, she opened her eyes heavily, and she was the only one around.

The fluffy bed was unsightly messy.

Piece after piece of blood washed over her fragile soul.

There are still some white 'milk traces' on the stomach.

She screamed like crazy and fell off the bed. Even though her whole body was so painful that even her breathing was numb, she still wiped all the marks on her body with her clothes over and over again.

She hugged her knees and sat on the ground crying faintly.

The aftermath wafted in the air, making her nauseous.

She couldn't remember how she left the hotel, and she couldn't care less about what the hotel staff thought of her pleated blouse and the dreamy wet stains on it.

Instead of going back to the dormitory, she went to a private bathhouse and washed herself three times.

But the smell on her body was too strong, no matter how much bath lotion she applied, she could still smell it.

Since that day, she has never returned to the school dormitory.

No one knows where she went, and no one can contact her!

It was only half an hour later that the schoolmates found out that she had dropped out of school!

Pei Yunjing frantically searched all the places where she might appear, but the results were all in vain!

That memory, in the next six months, still invaded her fragile nerves day and night.

So much so that she hated that kind of thing to the point of psychological shadow.

……

Gradually regaining consciousness from the memory, Yange's face was almost transparent.

Her dazed eyes looked at Lu Lingye unfocused, because his words and the events of that night gradually became clear before her eyes.

The man who committed evil on his body gradually became one with Lu Lingye's handsome man.

The color of Yange's little mouth has faded, and there is a layer of cold sweat on her forehead because of the deep memories.

She was so surprised that she couldn't recover.

The night is still so beautiful, but the eyes are like an abyss, so dark that people can't feel the end.

She wanted to say something, but her lips were shaking, unable to speak, and her out-of-focus eyes were full of crystal...