"Xiu Rui is not that kind of person! These things are all done by Ying Si Cai. She wants to climb your bed. It has nothing to do with Xiu Rui!"

Du Mengmeng didn't know what purpose he maintained for Yingxorui.

She thought that she probably owed so much money and favor to the gold master somehow, so she should be a qualified licking dog.

But as soon as the words were spoken, she wanted to knock her head...

Sure enough, after hearing her call, An Mingchen's smile deepened, but the ice in his eyes grew stronger.

The more he laughed, the more people felt the horror spreading from the abyss.

Especially his beautiful face comparable to a woman, and his dark and cold pupils, made Du Mengmeng feel like watching a horror movie and had a creepy feeling.

"Xurui Xiurui's, how cordial the name is," he squeezed Du Mengmeng's ankle with his hand, "You have formed real feelings in your marriage. This is regarded as Miss Du's conscience or Ying Xiurui. Is it attractive?"

"I, I'm telling the truth. When Ying Si Cai asked Ying Xiurie to help her, he refused at first." Du Mengmeng argued with difficulty. It is difficult to maintain elegance and stability in front of An Mingchen. .

"But he still agreed, and let you know about it secretly, and then wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob me, right?" An Mingchen slowly approached Du Mengmeng and dragged her toward him.

"I, I..." Du Mengmeng was so scared that his tongue knotted.

"You are about to become a wife of the Ying family, but you are still not satisfied, and you still want to hold more chips in your hand, why? Is Ying Xiurui not giving you a sense of security? Or is he not satisfying you in that respect?"

An Mingchen dragged Du Mengmeng closer and closer, seeing her forgetting to struggle because of fear and being firmly controlled by him, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Mr. An, can you say something reliable?" Du Mengmeng finally smiled.

However, An Mingchen didn't seem to hear Du Mengmeng's vague begging for mercy.

He almost dragged her to his eyes, and pinched his hands along her legs, and finally pinched under her knees, grasping the soft bones.

"What are you talking about? Say that you have lived a life under the fence for ten years. The life of the bereaved dog has made you less confident that you can defeat your enemy and restore the dignity of your tragic mother?"

Du Mengmeng's face turned pale at that moment.

An Mingchen never thought of letting her go. He continued to speak leisurely, not as if he was uncovering the **** scars of others. Instead, he was talking about the afternoon weather, "In other words, you were played so badly by the Du family and you were hit. After losing the slave's psychological imprint, I believe I can only crawl on the ground and beg for mercy from the gold master..."

"An Mingchen!" Du Mengmeng squeezed her hand, if she hadn't tried her best to restrain her, she would have slapped him in the face.

"How can you be so angry?" He suddenly showed a gentle expression, stretched out his hand and touched Du Mengmeng's face, "What made you tremble with anger, how unbearable is it to look back?"

He picked up the cup in his hand and breathed like a kid.

"Drink it, calm down."

Du Mengmeng's gaze fell on the purple-red wine.

An Mingchen had just told her that this glass of wine was the wine that Ying Si Cai had medicated on him, just to seduce him...