The Young Master’s Bride

The black silk nightgown was open-minded, revealing a strong chest, and the slender legs overlapped on the short steps, an indescribable evil charm and laziness.

Li Beichen walked in with steady steps.

He took off his leather gloves while walking, and threw his black woolen coat directly on the sofa.

"Heh, Chen, with this look of desperation and dissatisfaction, you still take off your clothes? How can you find me to fight the fire?"

Feng Yan shook the red wine glass in his hand and said to Li Beichen softly.

"Don't smile with me, Feng Yan, let's have a good time, you take off the necklace from my woman's neck!"

Li Beichen was really angry. For so many years, how did Feng Yan behave with him and make trouble with him, he opened his eyes and closed his eyes and let him.

But this time it won't work.

Feng Yan threw the red wine glass in his hand directly, and the crunchy red wine glass hit the marble pillar with a cracking sound, which was particularly abrupt in this empty living room.

"How happy? Do you live with your life?" Feng Yan yelled at Li Beichen.

He stared scarlet, like a beast fighting from hell, covered in blood, eyes full of brutality.

"You want me to give it to you!"

Li Beichen looked at Feng Yan steadily, his eyes calm, as if such confrontation had become commonplace.

Yes, for so many years, such confrontation often occurs.

With fate for fate, Feng Yan said this more than once.

Li Beichen also told him that this fate was given to him at any time.

"If you want to die so happily, you have to ask me whether I can answer it or not. That necklace will be worn on Ye Qingge's neck for a lifetime. If you look ashamed, you will destroy it!"

Feng Yanxie smiled, her feminine words made her pores stand up.

Li Beichen clenched his hands into fists, and when he wanted to swing out, some pictures flashed through his mind scene by scene, and finally he let go of his fists.

He took out the cigarette point, sat on the sofa, and took a sip with his lips.

Looking at Li Beichen, Feng Yan slowly leaned down, looking at him in the most ambiguous posture, his eyes were full of playfulness.

Leaning sideways in Li Beichen's ear, whispered softly.

"You said that every time you look at the necklace, you feel weak when you see that necklace. Will it be impotence after a long time?"

"Feng Yan, can hatred make you more comfortable?"

Taking a hard breath of cigarette, Li Beichen raised his eyes and looked at Li Beichen.

Even though he was sitting and looking up at Feng Yan, he was clearly above him.

The inborn domineering attitude of watching sentient beings does not need to stand on a high place, but can control everything.

"Looking at the omnipotent you, sitting so helplessly here smoking a cigarette, I am really comfortable!"

With his jaw clenched, Feng Yan said word by word.

After extinguishing the smoke in his hand, Li Beichen got up and picked up his woolen coat, took two steps, and stopped suddenly.

"You know that I won't ruin the necklace. My patience with you is running out, so you save a bit."

"Ye Qingge is my woman and will be my wife. Sleeping with her sooner or later, night by day, will never change my relationship with her! Save your energy!"

After speaking, Li Beichen turned and left. Compared with the aggressive manner when he came, he walked slightly dull.

After all, he couldn't bear to really tear his face with Feng Yan, and didn't want to tell him the truth of the year, he was afraid that Feng Yan would never have a reason to live.

If hate can support him to live, then continue to hate!

After Li Beichen left, the sound of things falling to the ground came from the living room.