The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

He was a very handsome man, tall and handsome, with perfect body proportions. However, Leng Ruofei felt suffocated. The way this man looked at her was too dangerous, and she didn't want to provoke him...

Xiao Yiyang raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest: "Someone called you that in there just now." He casually pointed in a direction, which was the direction of the farewell hall.

"Oh, is there something?" Leng Ruofei cleared his tight throat, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

The man was facing away from the light, his entire silhouette was in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly, which made Leng Ruofei feel uncomfortable.

Xiao Yiyang looked at her body. She was very good at hiding her appearance. Although she looked a little haggard, there was no sign of her clothes being torn. Young and beautiful girls always give people visual enjoyment. A slightly haggard look will make people feel pity.

He held a medical box in his hand, walked up to her, and looked down at her: "Your foot seems to be injured."

The slender fingers picked up the medicine box, and Leng Ruofei looked at the thing in his hand warily, not understanding why he was so attentive and what his purpose was.

"Who are you?" Leng Ruofei tried hard to search for his image in her mind. She was sure that she didn't know this man at all. It was hard for such an outstanding man not to have an impression on others.

The corners of the man's mouth turned up, and he smiled very mysteriously: "I work here, Miss Elen can regard it as a 'service'." He paused deliberately when he said the last two words, and smiled meaningfully.

Leng Ruofei didn't dare to look at his naked eyes, as if she was his prey. The service made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She forced a smile and said, "No need. I can solve this little problem myself. Thank you."

She said thank you, but her expression was aloof. After saying that, she straightened her back and turned to walk to the door. Her steps were fast, with self-respect and nobility, and she would not tolerate any insults.

Maybe it was because she walked too fast, maybe it was because she couldn't adjust to the time difference, or maybe it was because Mu Liangsheng's departure was too much of a blow to her... Her originally straight posture began to stagger, and her vision gradually blurred...

Xiao Yiyang's eyes flashed, and he rushed over with a brisk step, just in time to catch Leng Ruofei who was slowly falling. He couldn't help but frowned, and narrowed his narrow eyes. What was she doing?

In a room upstairs, this was his lounge. Elen lay on a large bed with navy blue sheets, breathing evenly and as quiet as a cat. Xiao Yichen had just been here. He was late for Mu Lao's funeral because of an operation. He was called over by his brother just as he arrived. After a checkup, he told Xiao Yiyang that there was nothing serious and asked her to rest more, and then left.

Xiao Yiyang crossed his arms over his chest, frowned, his eyes filled with hostility, and stared at Leng Ruofei's chest.

When Xiao Yichen was examining her just now, he opened her cashmere sweater and was surprised to see her homemade "bra". Xiao Yiyang saw the necklace pendant on her neck at a glance.

It was a blood amber. It was red and transparent, with a few drops of creative blood inside, exuding primitive wildness. He reached forward, pulled her necklace, pinched the blood amber, rubbed it back and forth with his fingertips, and gradually bursts of fragrance floated in the air, penetrating into the bone marrow.

His bony hands were tightly clenched, and the veins on his arms were exposed. His face was blue, and his eyes were frighteningly cold, staring straight at her. Why was this blood amber on her? Could it be that she was... Did she know what the smell of rubbing this blood amber meant to them at such a close distance...

Xiao Yiyang stared at Leng Ruofei's tightly closed eyes, patiently watching her eyelids twitch slightly and her mouth murmur. The corners of his mouth curled up coldly with contempt, and he leaned down...

——Aguai is waiting for collection!