Chapter 1

The villa is built on the precipice with the cold wind.

Thunder rolling, rain hard hit on the window, violent and depressed, just like Lin Yi's mood at this moment.

She sat beside the bed, shaking her hands and fastening the buttons of men's shirts one by one. The disorder on the bed and the red marks on her heart and neck all vaguely told the absurdity and recklessness between men and women just now.

It has been two hours since Lin Yi escaped from the Lin family. She was imprisoned for a whole year by her stepmother Xiao Xinlu and her husband Shu Tianyi. All the companies in her family had already been in their hands, but they did not let go of their father and daughter. Her father, who had a stroke, could not be taken care of and was humiliated to death.

She was abused day by day. She didn't live like a person. She was skinny and wanted to die several times.

But before her father died, he told her that if he could ask Ying Hannian for help, everything would turn for the better.

It should be a cold year.

A man whose name is enough to make his teeth tremble.

"Bang -"

the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the tall shadow came over.

Lin Yi shakes. She can't button a button. She shrinks and raises her head. The man is wearing a bath towel on his waist. He leans lazily in front of the French window, holding a cigarette at his fingertips and staring at her with a pair of dark eyes.

His body was not completely wiped dry, and the drops of water flowed down along the veins of his lean skin and slid over the half exposed Mermaid line.

This man, even sexy, is absolutely aggressive.

Lin Yi did not dare to look at him again. He lowered his eyes and said weakly, "Mr. Ying, you have what you want. Please Help me get the company back. "

In the cold years of Ying, the business sniper is a person who can't be found by the presidents of many large groups. Any dying company can come back to life as long as it comes to him.

Now she is in need of him.

"I didn't expect that Miss Lin, who is very talented and has a high vision, will have today."

Ying Han gave a low smile and took a puff between his thin lips. "When he gave me three slaps at the beginning, he didn't scold me for wanting to eat swan meat. He said that he didn't expect me to touch a finger even though he was penniless. As a result, he took off all his clothes today and begged me hard. He really wanted to let go."

The smoke curled up on his handsome face, vaguely showing a bit of carelessness, as if showing his ferocious white tusks.

Suddenly, his tone changed and he said, "but you used to be pretty. What do you have now? Sleeping with you seems like I'm at a loss. Do you still ask me for help? Ah

“……”

Lin Yi was once again shaken by the ridicule in his words and subconsciously covered his face.

The once beautiful face is now only left with old and new scars, which makes her not like a 23-year-old girl. All this is due to her stepmother and husband.

Lin Yi stood up slowly with pain and knelt down to the ground. His knees reached the ground and he knocked his head down, crushing his dignity and pride.

"Mr. Ying, I used to be young and ignorant. Don't worry about me. Please help me, please..."

Lin Yi slapped his face hard as he said, and his eyes were red enough to bleed.

She must let Ying Hannian help herself, and her stepmother and the man must pay a terrible price!

See her such action, should cold year's Mou son suddenly constrict, sneer congeals in the corner of the mouth.

Her breath shuddered.

She dances all the year round. She has a slender waist and graceful posture, but it is unintentionally provocative.

The picture of blood and cardiac tension should be a tight throat in cold years.

The next second, Ying Hannian pinches her cigarette and pours her on king size's bed.

Another adult game.

It's full of fun.

Outside the window, the wind and rain are heavier, pressing the rumble of thunder.

In the end, he left contentedly, without half nostalgia.

Lin Yi is lying on the bed, shivering and grabbing his arm, clean.

Smelling Yan, Ying Hannian leaned down and held her chin, as if playing with a plaything. With a cool smile, the words were elegant and cruel. "Miss Lin, look at you now. I'm not hungry. It's very good if I want you."