Chapter 308

Jiang beimerton was a little angry when he said, "since you want to marry me for money, do your duty well."

He had no feelings for this woman, but he had to admit that he felt a little uncomfortable without her.

"Duty?" Qiaoweiwei a burst of funny, although the wrist was a little painful, but she still want to laugh.

This man doesn't hate her all the time. Now she has taken the initiative to leave his life and no longer stay there. Why doesn't he let her go.

"Jiang Beimo, I'm not short of a servant in the Jiang family, and you've never taken me as your wife, have you?" Qiao Weiwei looks at him a little pale.

Jiang Beimo was unable to refute for a moment.

He really never treated her as a wife, but she took care of everything in detail and penetrated into all aspects of his life.

She knew when he would drink tea, when he would wear clothes, and even what the temperature of the bath required.

In the role of a good wife and mother, she is very successful, although he can't see it.

"You hate me so much, just let me go. It's good for both of us." Qiao Weiwei looked at the wrist that was clenched by him, then boldly said.

In the past, she never dared to talk to him like that.

Jiang Beimo was also completely angered by her stubborn attitude. He sneered, and his strength on his hand increased a bit. "If I don't want to let you go?"

Arm upload pain, let Qiao Weiwei groan, some eat pain of looking at him, "why?"

"I hate you so much, why should I let you go?" Jiang Beimo said coldly, since she said he hated her, why did he let go the people he hated.

Jiang Beimo's words stunned Qiao Weiwei.

Then, she was dragged outside the florist by Jiang Beimo.

Qiao Weiwei didn't change her clothes. She was still wearing high-heeled shoes. It was very inconvenient for her to walk. She couldn't keep up with Jiang Beimo's speed. Suddenly, she sprained and fell to the ground.

Jiang Beimo stops and looks at Qiao Weiwei who falls on the ground. Her brow is wrinkled.

Then he came back, bent down, picked her up, and strode to the car parked nearby.

"Jiang Beimo, let me go, what are you going to do?" Qiao Weiwei kept struggling in his arms.

Jiang Beimo put her directly into the car, and then he got on the car, sat beside her, looked at the driver in front, and said, "go back to the hotel."

Along the way, Qiao Weiwei's hands were locked by him, like a prisoner, escorted back by him.

"I won't go back to Jiang's with you." Although she couldn't get rid of his imprisonment, she never gave up. Now that she had made up her mind to leave the place, she would not go back.

Wake up, she will not be as stupid as before.

"Is it?" Hold her hand so she can't break free. It's not up to her to decide whether to go back to Jiang's house or not.

Qiaoweiwei listen to his words, in the heart began to uneasy, why this man so cruel, she did not even escape the opportunity.

"You're kidnapping. I'll sue you."

"I'll wait." He didn't care. Who dares to take care of the Jiang family's affairs.

Qiaoweiwei speechless, with the influence of the ginger family, really no one can afford, even if she goes to sue, probably no one dares to accept it.

The car stops in front of the hotel. While Jiang Beimo gets off the bus, Qiao Weiwei seizes the opportunity to run away. But I just sprained my foot and couldn't run at all.

With a sneer, Jiang Beimo bent down and carried her on his shoulder to the hotel.

"Help, help..." Qiaoweiwei uneasy struggle, toward the pedestrian around loud call for help.

But in the face of so many bodyguards around, no one caught up.

In the presidential suite, she was exhausted and had no strength to shout, and then she was left in bed.

Then, Jiang Beimo began to take off his coat and throw it on the sofa next to him. One by one, he unbuttoned his shirt.

Qiaoweiwei heart a tight, she seems to see the last drunk after Jiang Beimo, his expression is so terrible.

"You What are you going to do? " She shrank back and watched him step by step in horror.

"Do what a husband should do!" Jiang Beimo said and threw the shirt away.

"I don't want it, Jiang Beimo. Please let me go..." Qiao Weiwei's face changed greatly and she shook her head to stop him.

This man just took her as a tool to vent. The last time she was rude, she was still afraid. She didn't want to experience that kind of pain any more.

"It's up to you." Jiang Beimo comes forward, presses Qiao Weiwei on the bed, and starts to bite her neck."Please let me go, Jiang Beimo. Please let me go."

Qiaoweiwei can't break away, has been begging him, but Jiang Beimo is not moved.

When it's over, Jiang Beimo leaves her, it's in the middle of the night.

The pain on her body can no longer be described in words. Qiao Weiwei knows that Jiang Beimo is deliberately torturing her as a punishment for her delusion of leaving Jiang's home.

At the beginning, Qiao's family took money from Jiang's family, so she had to be trapped in Jiang's family all her life? A person's freedom, in a place like the Jiang family, seems so humble.

Qiao Weiwei is in agony, the body shrinks in quilt, motionless. She couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

After taking a bath, Jiang Beimo came out of the bathroom to the bedside and looked at the woman in front of him. There was something strange in his eyes.

For more than two years, he had never gazed at her for such a long time as he did now, and he had never known the way the woman was sleeping.

Now, he saw it, but she would never smile for him again.

Qiaoweiwei sleep very quiet, body motionless, breathing sound also appears very weak.

Seeing this, Jiang Beimo finally couldn't help sitting up. I don't know whether it's pity or feeling in my heart. His expression is different.

Eyes staring at her back and forth, more than two years, he had never seen this woman so seriously. She seems more beautiful than he imagined.

This woman has always been docile, first in a sudden stubborn look, and his imagination is very different.

What she said is not wrong. For him, she was the same as a servant before. Even, she is not as good as a servant, just like a nonexistent person.

Jiangbei Mo can't help but stretch out her hand to spread her broken hair in front of her forehead.

But as soon as his hand touched her hair, she woke up.

"Don't touch me!" She shrank back, with panic in her voice and fear in her expression, looking at the man in front of her.