To My Dear Mr. Huo

The atmosphere in the box was really dull. The two rows of bodyguards behind him and the sight of Lin Feixing being beaten on the big screen made Su Peizhen truly feel that the Ling Jing in front of her was no longer the little bastard she had picked up.

It's obviously the same person, but the feeling is completely different.

This is not that Ling Jing, this is a stranger. She stood there, looking at Ling Jing coldly, waiting for what he was about to say to humiliate or embarrass her.

This is Ling Jing's purpose, but what does it mean to stab her a few times like that before?

Didn't I just say that? Please beg me. Ling Jing spread her hands and said indifferently: Please beg me and I will let him go.

Su Peizhen clenched his fists: I beg you.

Isn't this what he wants? she gave it to him. She looked at him coldly, even when she was saying please, her eyes still looked a bit arrogant.

Ling Jing suddenly laughed, and the smile was very sarcastic: Is this your attitude when asking for help?

Okay. Su Peizhen clenched his fists and nodded heavily: I don't know, how do you want me to beg you, Master Ling?

Ling Jing looked at her, seeing her begging for him for another man, seeing her standing in front of him, still looking stern, seemingly not affected at all.

The sinister look in his eyes deepened. He looked up at Su Peizhen and swept his eyes from the coffee table in front of him.

It's simple. Did you see the bottle of wine on the table? You drank it all. Forget it for today.

Su Peizhen glanced at the coffee table. Ling Jing was talking about vodka. Drink an entire bottle of vodka? He can really think about it.

I'll finish the wine and forget about it for today, right? She took a step forward, her eyes were clear and proud, and she looked at Ling Jing coldly for the final confirmation.

Yes. Ling Jing seemed to be annotating her words: As long as you drink this bottle of wine. Then I will forget about what that pretty boy did. How about that?

Okay. Su Peizhen responded without even frowning, expressing her understanding, and stepped forward to pick up the bottle of wine. She didn't even need a cup, she just put the mouth of the bottle to her mouth and started drinking.

The strong alcohol entering the throat actually makes people feel uncomfortable.

Su Peizhen took a few sips and almost choked. She gritted her teeth and endured it. Soon, not only did her throat feel uncomfortable, but her stomach also began to feel uncomfortable.

The bottle was half empty and she kept going.

Ling Jing sat there, watching coldly, her hands on her knees clenched tightly into fists. The woman beside him fed wine into his mouth. He opened his lips mechanically and drank. He felt that the wine had a rather bitter taste.

Two-thirds of the vodka was gone, but Su Peizhen was still drinking. Some wine flowed out of the corner of her mouth disobediently.

It slid down her graceful neck and disappeared into her clothes. She was wearing a white silk shirt today, and the light texture was easily wetted by the wine.

On the white clothes, the wetness looks more and more obvious.

Ling Jing's face could not be more gloomy. He watched Su Peizhen drink the last of the wine. Finally put the bottle down.

The bottle was placed on the table and made a popping sound.

Master Ling, is this okay?

Su Peizhen, who drank a bottle of white wine in one breath, looked very ugly, swollen and red, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

She just stared straight at Ling Jing's face, her eyes firm and somewhat dark.

Ling Jing didn't say anything, just looked at Su Peizhen intently. She also looked at him stubbornly.

There seemed to be countless sparks in the air. Ling Jing suddenly broke out at this moment: Get out of here.

Su Peizhen stood still, and no one else understood why. Only Gu Xiu, who was standing aside, understood.

With a glance, the two women beside him stood up reluctantly and went outside.

The bodyguards on both sides retreated and left together. Only Su Peizhen stood there motionless.

She looked at Ling Jing intently, and when the door closed behind her, she asked again very calmly: Master Ling, is it okay now? Can you let him go now?

Alcohol began to erode Su Peizhen's will. She has a good capacity for drinking, but she has never drank a bottle of vodka in one go like this.

She even felt a little weak in her steps. She was able to stand upright here only because of her strong willpower.

Ling Jing stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked to Su Peizhen step by step, and finally stood in front of her.

He stared at Su Peizhen's face, his usually evil eyes now filled with a hint of sinisterness.

Yes. Of course. I, Master Ling, always do what I say. If you want me to let people go, I will let them go.

Before Su Peizhen could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Jing's next words made her stand still: I just said, forget about that pretty boy. But forget about what happened to you before.

What happened before? Su Peizhen was overcome by alcohol and began to feel a little dizzy: What are you talking about, Master Ling?

Of course it's between you and me. Ling Jing reached out and lifted Su Peizhen's chin, staring straight at her face: Just think, you treat me as a pretty boy, the young master of the Ling family. .I have been with you for so long, what? Do you think we can really just let it go?

Su Peizhen took a deep breath and looked at Ling Jing intently: Then I wonder what Young Master Ling wants?

What do you think? You did something wrong, of course you have to be taught a lesson, don't you?

Su Peizhen stood still, looked at Ling Jing coldly, and suddenly smiled: Yes. The dignified young master of the Ling family, I am wronged by you for treating me, Su Peizhen, as a pretty boy. Speaking of which, it is indeed my fault. I don't know, Ling How are you going to teach me a lesson?

There was another stabbing pain in my heart. But it was just for a moment. Su Peizhen was very calm at this time, so calm that even the alcohol had no effect on her.

Ling Jing pinched her chin and looked at this delicate face. Finally, she lightly opened her thin lips and said, It's simple. As long as I've been with you, you can stay with me as long as you want. But this time we're going to do it the other way around, and you're the one being taken care of by me. How about that?

Su Peizhen's expression changed, and his face turned pale at Ling Jing's direct and brutal humiliation.

She kept adjusting her breathing, trying her best to suppress the bursts of heartbeat. Finally, he put away the smile on his face and looked at Ling Jing with a sarcastic expression.

Young Master Ling wants to support me?

cannot?

Yes, of course I can. Su Peizhen smiled faintly, with a very sarcastic expression: Didn't Master Ling say that I am a reform-through-labor prisoner? Doesn't it seem disrespectful to Master Ling to support a reform-through-labor prisoner like me?

The air conditioner in the box was turned on very low, but it couldn't be lower than Su Peizhen's inner temperature at this time. She was so angry that if there was a knife in front of her, she would stab it into Ling Jing's body without hesitation.

But strangely, perhaps because of the alcohol, she actually restrained herself. She just used this extremely self-deprecating way to make the already deep wound deeper.

As if Ling Jing didn't feel her eyes at all, she moved her face closer to hers. The distance between the two people was less than ten centimeters.

He was close to her face, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. I didn't know if it was from her or him.

It is indeed a loss of status, but what should I do? I haven't had enough fun with you, a reform-through-labor prisoner. Think about it, I have played with so many women, but I lack one like you. First, I was a rich lady, and then I was a prisoner. Tsk. , think about it, it’s quite exciting. So I want to continue playing, can’t I?”

The insulting tone, flirtatious expression, and evil eyes were blatantly irritating.

Su Peizhen waved his hand away and took a big step back: Ling Jing, don't go too far.

I just like going too far, don't I? He approached Su Peizhen again and pinched her chin: Then do you want it?

Su Peizhen gritted his teeth, his little face flushed red from drinking just now. It would be frighteningly white now. She had never drank like this before and it made her whole body feel uncomfortable.

Still can't leave. Reason can help her think calmly, but alcohol made her consciousness unable to keep up, and her reaction was so slow.

Ling Jing. He waved her hand away vigorously, raised her face, and looked at Ling Jing in front of her with a stubborn expression: I refuse.

Reject? Ling Jing suddenly laughed: Do you think you can refuse?

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the big screen.

Do you believe it? Even if I beat him to death today, I will be fine tomorrow?

letter. Of course she believed it. Su Peizhen had already seen that Ling Jing had this ability.

Su Peizhen clenched her fist, and the hand began to pinch her heart again. She stood there motionless, letting her heart be crushed and deformed by that hand, and she could never put it back together.

Ling Jing's face magnified in front of her, and he seemed to have become a monster that could swallow him up. She didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol or something else, but she just felt that her consciousness was getting more and more drowsy.

She took a step back, but her feet went weak and she could no longer stand.

What? Don't you believe it? Ling Jing stepped forward and pulled her body up: Do you want to try it?

Su Peizhen was pulled by her and her body slammed into his arms. The discomfort that had been suppressed could finally be suppressed no longer.

She tilted her head, tilted her body, and vomited directly on Ling Jing's body.

The pungent and unpleasant smell was mixed with the very choking smell of alcohol, and Ling Jing's face turned green.

Su Pei really felt uncomfortable. Drinking strong alcohol is harmful to the body, and drinking fast alcohol is even more so.

After she vomited once, she continued to vomit a second time. Her steps were unsteady and she didn't want to fall, so she reached out and grabbed Ling Jing's arm, and vomited again.

Ling Jing's clothes were now in a state of disarray, with an unpleasant smell and dirty vomit.

His face changed, and he concluded that this woman did it on purpose.

Su Peizhen——

Update written on the train. I said it before this episode started. A piece of free-spirited work. I originally planned to write a casual ending. But the more I write, the more I feel. So I plan to explain the matter clearly and give Su Peizhen a perfect ending. I have been writing updates very seriously. You can question my lack of updates. After all, you know that I have been out during this period, but please don't question my plot arrangement, just Jiang Zi.

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