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Mr. Rong put people on the bed.

The girl's hair is like a piece of bright black silk, and the bed is full, and it is heart-wrenching.

He looked down at her with tears still on his face. Pear blossoms began to drizzle with light rain. He stretched out his rough palms and carefully rubbed the tender skin that would bleed with a light touch.

Thin fingers slipped over the back of the ear, contaminated with delicate fat powder and temperature.

He couldn't help but lean down and licked her neck gently, fascinated by the collarbone.

"The Chen family took a fancy to the arms escorted by the Rong family, and intended to make the Sun family a scapegoat." The female voice was a bit rough and obscure.

Mr. Rong made a move.

He slowly raised his head, still in a casual tone, "Oh?"

She didn't say anything, just looked at him with those eyes that were impregnated with Xinghua Chunyu, and said lowly, "Mr. Rong, I'm more suitable as your weapon than Lily."

On the face of Rong Jiu Ming, he was the head of the Rong family. He did the business of women's rouge gouache, satin satin, etc. However, the forces in the dark were unfathomable. He was the helm behind Bailemen It is a newly-introduced intelligence spyman who spends his time as a communicator among celebrities and gentry to obtain the information Rong wants.

Lily is very young, but she is only 18 years old. Lin Lang once heard her talk with Master Chen's family. Her intention was not concealed. She easily guessed the identity of the other party's intelligence officer.

"Are you ... saying me bad?"

Mr. Rong smiled.

Although he was now irritated by desire, his clothes were not messy.

Those who are familiar with him know that Rong Ye does not like to be questioned. He is proud and self-sufficient. He puts a lot of energy and effort into each work to achieve perfection and no flaws.

"Miss Lily is not imperfect. She just hasn't experienced despair and has a thirst for life."

Lin Lang slowly pulled out a plain snow-white veil from the man's wide-sleeved robe, and covered his eyes under the other's gaze.

She loosely tied a knot after the hair.

The four-flowered flower fell exactly on the brow bone of the girl.

The girl with the blindfold in her eyes gave a trace of pitiful breath for no reason, which provokes the sadness in the man's bones.

"And I, apart from hate, have nothing."

Mr. Rong raised an eyebrow.

I have to say that her act of covering her eyes is really brilliant.

Weak, slender and helpless.

Without more, you can make the most of a beautiful girl's advantages.

"I am looking forward."

He tickled his lips slightly.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Rong walked out of the room holding a person. The girl was covered with a coat, and the pink cheongsam vaguely revealed the corners.

"I like your present very much. Let's go to Rongjia's report tomorrow."

He walked past Shao Qinghe.

The young man was stooped and his eyes were not squinted.

"Thank you for being the master."

The downstairs was still full of gorgeous songs, but the night was getting deeper.

Shao Qinghe lowered his head and clenched his fists.

A Buick car stopped at the door of Paramount and the driver opened the door.

Lin Lang vaguely heard the familiar voice of the teenager.

"Ying Shao, you give up, uncle and aunt won't agree to you to interact with the waiter."

Han Bin supported the person with both hands, but shook his head helplessly.

People who don't understand Acacia, once they learn it, it's really scary.

"I, I will not give up, not now, then after that, I will not believe ..." He walked swaying.

"That Miss Shi was right. We young men born in big families, most of them can't make the marriage, so you just look at it ..." Han Bin looked up inadvertently, "Uh," he froze on the spot .

Sun Yingshao climbed up on his friend's shoulder and looked dizzyingly.

A tall strange man walked down the stairs holding a man. There should be a girl in her arms, petite curled up in a ball, dark hair fluttering in the night breeze.

The next moment, the handkerchief covering the girl's eyes was blown away by the wind.

He was agitated, and his drink was sober for most of his time. He could not help but straighten his body and looked forward.

The other party opened his eyes, and the ice-cold coldness slowly blew out, and the once freshness corrupted into death.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met in the air.

He opened his mouth.

She withdrew her gaze, and her sullen beauty gathered into her eyes.

After a few roars, the car drove away.

Sun Yingshao tilted his body and slipped to the ground, so that Han Bin shouted several times.

"Yingshao? Are you okay, Yingshao?"

His palms tremble and covered his face, forcibly holding back the sob in his throat.

She was right, she had no power and no power, and she could not protect her completely in this chaotic world.

Sun Yingshao didn't hate himself like he is now, hated his reason for being drunk and still sober, and didn't rush up and beat the man hard.

He dare not.

That man was the leader of the Rong family, and even his brother had to respectfully call out Rong Ye.

"Ying Shao ..."

Han Bin wanted to help him up, but was pushed away.

"I will do it myself."

He lowered his hand, propped the ground, and stood firm with his remaining strength.

Han Bin was surprised to see people. He always felt that Sun Yingshao was different. He transformed into an instant in a moment. The youth of the past was eradicated cleanly, and a dangerous corner was born.

"Ying Shao, are you really okay?" He tentatively asked.

"I'm fine."

Sun Yingshao looked down at the palms that had been torn by sand, and bright red blood beads came out one by one.

His ambition awakened.

This feeling came so violently that it boiled in the blood of the bones and could no longer be suppressed.

Lin Lang was taken back to the mansion of the Rong family by the man.

The people who are waiting in the house are no strangers. Every year, there are countless beauties who have settled in Mr. House. She is not the first nor the last.

However, they still expressed great admiration for the young lady named Shi.

Her appearance is bright and prosperous enough to cover the limelight of most people.

Lin Lang was arranged in a splendid pavilion with lotus pond by Mr. Rong. The view is wide and the scenery is beautiful. At night, the crisp sound of koi carp can be heard faintly.

Lin Lang was also told that she would learn piano show, calligraphy, painting, calligraphy and painting skills from a group of beautiful young girls.

Seiyi Shuang absolutely is their first step to becoming a weapon.

Every seven days, there will be someone to test the girls' learning achievements.

If the performance is poor, the treatment will also decline, not to mention that there is no shortage of people who are prone to inflammation and have a hot world.

The man's familiarity with the control of human nature magnified the ambitions of this group of beautiful girls.

One second to heaven, one second to hell.

Some people continued to make mistakes and dragged on arbitrarily, tormenting their flesh and blood.

I heard it was crazy.

Lin Lang can hear the sad cry of the girl every night.

In this group of girls like flowers and bones, her performance is not perfect.

Lin Lang has always loved chess and spent a lot of time studying it, which can be called a leader. However, she is not interested in other aspects, can only be regarded as proficient, and has not reached the point of shocking.

Rong Jiu listened to the reports of his men and fixed his gaze on the calligraphy and painting.

The girls' writings are elegant and elegant, beautiful and fresh, and graceful and attractive. They all look so pleasing. Lin Lang's words, a little more tired, lazy, like a beautified beauty in the spring, leaned against the Begonia flowers and fell asleep in the afternoon.

"What a dangerous word."

Mr Rong exhaled.

The housekeeper with a high EQ read the word "danger" in his mind back and forth.

Words are also dangerous?

The master is getting more and more unpredictable recently.

Lin Lang's elders have always had a good relationship, and the teachers also love her very much, and she has rarely punished her. The differential treatment has made other female students very jealous.

A year later, it was the day of the final assessment.

Lin Lang, like other girls, had her hands tied back, her eyes covered with a thin layer of black gauze, and someone pushed her into a room.

"Thank you."

She thanked each other for the gentle attitude that helped her walk gently.

The teenager blushed his ears slightly, went out lightly and closed the door.

Lin Lang was sitting on the chair, his fingertips scattered around the smooth polished handle. The smell of Su Hexiang filled the room, with a hint of spiciness.

Lin Lang listened to the piano teacher's comment on this assessment. How could the weak and helpless girl pity the man, willing to loosen her.

Some people use beauty, some people confuse their bodies, some people use vocal vocabulary, all kinds of means.

While Lin Lang was thinking, a cold palm lifted her chin.

She slightly raised the corner of her lips.

The swaying candlelight was extremely charming in the light of this arc.

He heard the man say slowly, "Do you know, what is the taste of the rouge I applied today?"

"do not know."

The man said hoarsely, "but you know it if you try it."

Be charmed directly with beautiful colors?

The same is true.

He bent down slightly and licked his kiss slightly over his head. Those soft lips are three points brighter than peach blossoms.

"Taste it?"

After a kiss, with her slow tone, the atmosphere pushed to an ambiguous climax.

Not sure if it was an illusion, he felt like he was being tricked.

"Well, the taste of toffee."

She smiled lowly.

The slightly raised tail sounds numb. Seems like silk and bamboo.

"Mr. Rong is really kidding. This rouge is tasteless." She paused, revealing the answer. "It's just that it's poisonous."

Silent for a moment,

The black gauze covering his eyes was removed by the man.

As light as a butterfly's branch, she opened lazily, her eyes glowed, and she was extremely ecstasy.

"How, can you loosen me now?"

Mr. Rong supported his waist with one hand, "You are bold, even dare to poison the lipstick."

In this way, the initiative is completely in her hands.

For the first time, he saw such a unique "answer", and it was inevitable that there was interest in his speech.

Lin Lang chuckled at him.

"The soldiers don't tire of fraud."

Mr. Rong pushed his body closer together, and untied the ropes around her wrist in a gesture of embracing her beloved lady. Lin Lang's cheek pressed against his chest and warmly penetrated into the gown.

After untiring, he held out his hand.

Lin Lang played with the black yarn on her knees and gave him a surprised look.

"Antidote." Mr. Rong said.

"Then you come, I will tell you how to solve it." She blinked and waved.

Mr. Rong relied on the past.

"The antidote is ..." Her breath was light and soft, and the tender spring breeze fluttered across her ears.

Mr. Rong felt that his ears were inexplicably a little itchy.

"I lied to you—"

She tilted her head, and a lock of black hair fell naughtily to her cheeks.

"Stupid, first and foremost."