Chapter 22

The close fitting and supple robe outlines the tall but slender body of Beiming night without reservation. There are still drops of water on the short hair, dropping on the robe, wetting the shoulder.

But he didn't seem to care at all. He put down the wine bottle, took up the goblet with his left hand, gently swayed the scarlet wine in the goblet, raised his hand for a taste, then turned and leaned on the table, looking back at her with a lazy posture.

Name can be seen by his deep and secluded eyes added a bit uneasy, although release already door handle, small hand is still holding tightly.

"What do you want?" She stood against the door, far away from him, so deep that you can't see what kind of eyes he has, or you don't want to go, or even a defensive posture.

But he still tasted wine in the northern night. He seemed to like smoking and drinking very much. He was elegant and skillful in holding the wine cup. In this world, except for him, he could not find another person to hold the wine cup.

The wine cup in his hand is like being endowed with life. Even the wine liquid in the cup is shining in the light. For a moment, Mingke seems to be shining in his sight. A bewitching breath inadvertently takes away all her breath.

However, the loss of soul is just a moment. She can't forget that this terrible man coerces her realization with a picture of Mingshan. No matter how beautiful and charming he is, it's also an illusion. He is an evil devil at all.

"Mr. Beiming..." Unable to hear his response, she finally softened her voice and called again: "Mr. Beiming, I know you..."

"Because of me..." She didn't dare to say these three words. She had to be responsible for what she said. Beiming night was a business man. She was very cunning. She couldn't help defending.

After a slight pause, she continued: "I know Mr. Beiming lost a lot of money, but this It's really nothing to do with Shanshan. Can you give me all those photos? I... "

"Too much nonsense." He looked up, swallowed the last mouthful of red wine in his glass, poured another, and looked at her: "standing so far away, I can't hear you. Come here."

She is a Zheng, not only did not pass, but more to the door behind.

Beiming night casually put down the wine cup, turned back and opened the notebook on the table, and said in a cold voice: "it seems that you want your sister to bear your fault, right, but a half sister..."

"No!" This name was scared out of his wits. He immediately ran to him, took his hand and begged for mercy in panic: "Mr. Beiming, no, I I'm obedient. Don't send the photos. Please

Once the photos get out, Mingshan's life is really over.

The North dark night hangs Mou to look at her, just saw one eye, the vision then falls on a pair of small hands that tightly grip his wrist: "do you think you can stop?"

"No, I'm not!" The two flames beating under his eyes made her pale. She was not so naive. She thought that if he stopped him now, it would be over. If he really wanted to deal with Mingshan, she couldn't stop him at all.

But what does he want to do? Does she really have to use her body for him to play? What on earth did she offend him? Why did she have to do this to her?

"Mr. Beiming, I will do whatever you want me to do, except Except that. " She almost knelt down beside him. She couldn't fight against such evil forces.

All weak, because of despair and fear, but the fire in his eyes is still so evil, he has no sympathy or pity for her.

"Drink." Beiming night looked at the wine glass on the table, thinking of her pink face after drinking wine that night. Now, I want to see it again.

"Did I drink it, sir, and let it go?" She raised her long, curly eyelashes and stared at him for a moment.

Seeing that she looked at herself so seriously, Beiming night almost laughed because of her innocence: "little girl, you think things are too simple."

The long finger fell on the foot of the cup, lifted it up and put it to her lips: "drink."

Mingke really wants to refuse, but she can't refuse at all. He teases her for being too naive. Maybe even he knows that she has no way out now. As long as he doesn't want to stop, she can't do anything.

A glass of scarlet wine in her frowning situation reluctantly swallow in, she just relaxed the tone, the second glass of red wine has come.

"Mr. Beiming, I I don't drink. " She gave him a gentle push, and now she felt uneasy.

Drink a cup, head melon already a little dizzy, drink another cup, she will immediately drunk in the past.

Beiming night also saw that this girl's drinking capacity is so shallow. A glass of red wine will make her dizzy. Another glass, can't she even stand?

But why did he suddenly want to see her drunk?

Pure Magnolia dyed scarlet wine, how can it be chaotic attitude?"Drink." His voice sank. It was anticipation and excitement.

Mingke didn't know that her little drunkenness had excited the man in front of her. She held the glass and swallowed it with great difficulty.

The glass was empty. When she looked up at him, his appearance was blurred in her eyes.

But she was still thinking about it in her heart, and still pleaded vaguely: "Beiming Sir, please let go of Shanshan. She She's still a little girl, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know anything... "

Beiming night pupil slightly closed, look down on her blushing face.

He's a guy who drowns his younger sister. In order to protect her sister, he doesn't care about anything at all.

The woman named Shan or the little girl? Have rolled sheets with countless men, and even shamelessly left traces of their nightlife, such a woman is not sensible?

What is really not sensible is that she is a sister. She is nearly 20 years old and still ignorant. She can be so ignorant that she can be sold to another man by her so-called boyfriend just for a contract.

Think of that night, if not to sell themselves, but to sell to other men, this woman now does not know what to play like, a thought, the chest was inexplicably blocked a stuffy.

Stupid woman, he doesn't mind telling her in person how complicated the world is and how evil and terrible people are outside.

The long finger ran along her face. When she finally fell to one side because she couldn't stand because of the wine, he suddenly bent to hold her up and walked to the big bed not far away.