Chapter 547： Wicked

Time goes back two days ago.

When a group of soldiers knocked on the door of the mansion, Ye Ling looked at the large group of refugees outside in a daze, with astonishment written on his small face.

Hearing that these refugees wanted to stay in his own home, Ye Ling didn't even have time to refuse, and the group of people rushed into the mansion.

Ye Ling's rejection had not had time to say it, so he had to swallow it back.

The refugees are like desert travelers who have seen Bingquan, facing such a beautiful mansion, they scrambled to compete.

The guest rooms, the wood room, the drawing room...all have become battlefields for these sloppy refugees.

If it were not for the forced intervention of the soldiers, even Ye Ling's own bedroom would have been seized.

Ye Ling was full of panic watching the group of refugees who had invaded his home like robbers.

She watched the place where the last memories of herself and her mother were kept, and was upset by these outsiders.

Ye Ling's economic situation was not good. After the influx of refugees, they completely regarded this place as their home, leaving nothing to eat or use wherever they went.

Ye Ling's own strength was not strong enough, and he did not dare to stop their actions.

For two days, Ye Ling shut himself in his bedroom and didn't dare to get out. He leaned on the bread and water stored in the room for two days.

But Ye Ling's patience was precisely the reason for these people to indulge.

Not all refugees are kind-hearted people, and there are also many cunning and cunning people among this group.

After staying here for two days, with a place to live and something to eat, the group began to focus on the beautiful and kind Ye Ling.

Ten minutes before Lin Mo arrived, no one in the group knocked on Ye Ling's bedroom door.

"Who is it?"

Ye Ling was startled in the room, and asked timidly.

"We are borrowing and want to say thank you."

"Yes Yes..."

Outside the door came the voice of a strange man, which was mixed with a lot of native dialects.

"No thanks, you just have a place to settle down."

Ye Ling didn't expect that these rough people would actually thank you, and his heart warmed slightly before replying.

"How can I say thank you? Naturally, you have to be sincere in person to say thank you. Open the door."

The people on the outside were reluctant and continued to reply.

Several other people also booed around, yelling for Ye Ling to open the door.

Ye Ling is a kind little girl after all, and doesn't know the sinister heart of people.

She thought, anyway, there are so many people watching outside, and they are not afraid of their bad thoughts. Ye Ling agreed and walked over and opened the door.

As soon as she said that the door opened a crack, a huge force came from outside.

The door was pushed in quickly, and five dark-skinned men broke into the house.

As soon as they entered the door, they breathed out loudly.

Although Ye Ling’s bedroom didn’t put any spices in it, there was a special deodorant for girls.

Ye Ling looked at the way these people breathed greedily, and suddenly felt a little scared in his heart.

She moved two steps to the door, trying to get out, but the door was closed by the person who came in last.

Ye Ling hurriedly stepped back and stood by the bed.

"You... don't you want to thank you?"

Ye Ling didn't feel that his arms were guarding his chest, and asked timidly.

"Thanks, but we want to use a more sincere way."

The leader said, walking towards Ye Ling with a grinning grin...