Chapter 882: Ding, your vinegar jar is online! (9)
The wind pushed the door open.
The light in the room is dim, and the color of the study is also cold, darker than the room where she woke up.
The atmosphere also seemed a bit depressing.
Feng Qian pondered silently for a while, what should I call each other later?
Uncle, Sir... Or, Uncle Ye?
Before deciding on the title, Feng Qian raised her eyes and looked over.
A man sat at the desk in the study.
In front of him is a laptop. The man's index finger is slightly bent, pressing it against his forehead. Half of his face is covered by the screen, but a pair of beautiful peach eyes are revealed.
Ye Jue's attitude was indifferent, the slightly raised eye end matched with the emotionless cold eyes, a deadly and dangerous seduction.
The key is that Feng Qian also felt the breath of debris.
She opened her lips, not knowing what to call for a while.
Feng Qian did not expect that the object of the original owner's bizarre doll's kiss would be fragments.
The man sitting at the desk didn't give his eyes to the girl who came in just now.
After hitting the keyboard with his sharp-boned hand, he raised his hand to close the notebook in front of him, and then raised his eyes to look at the girl opposite.
Ye Jue was expressionless, his eyes fell on the girl's face, and then gradually moved down, staying on the girl's wrist for a moment.
As if he didn't see what he wanted to see, he frowned slightly, and his thin red lips parted lightly: "Come here."
Feng Qian paused, then approached obediently.
As for why she was brought home by the shards...
She vaguely felt as if she had seen His Highness, which should be that after she left the hall, she encountered the fragment, so she was brought back by the fragment.
Fragment took her home, didn't he... He knew that the original owner was his fiancee?
Feng Qian thought about it, and then went away.
After that, I suddenly felt a chill on my wrist.
With a click, the girl's slender white wrist was locked by shackles.
The man who chained the girl casually stared at the girl's wrist for a while, and then he handcuffed the other half of the shackles to the leg of the table.
This shackle is different from normal shackles.
It is two metal rings attached to a long, slender chain.
The metal of the shackles was against the skin, and the cold temperature made Feng Qian feel a bit stunned.
When she woke up, a silver chain was wrapped around her wrist a few times, and now, she was chained like this again.
Fragment he... what does that mean?
"Why... like this?"
Feng Qian raised his wrist, the chain made a crisp sound, and the metal ring slipped slightly against the girl's wrist.
Feng Qian felt that she was already asking him with a good temper.
After all, how could anyone inexplicably torture someone else?
In Ye Jue's dark eyes, the light was deep and deep, his long legs overlapped, and he looked up at Feng Qian lazily.
"You are my fiancee."
Feng Qian: "...?"
Does this have anything to do with her problem?
"You are mine." The man paused, the possessive words that came out of his mouth were not so romantic, but gave a morbid and paranoid coldness, he added: "It can only be mine."
Feng Qian didn't think Fragment liked him so much, she couldn't read the warmth and deep feelings in his eyes.
The other party said such words, it could only be an extreme and morbid possessiveness, and his own things were not allowed to be touched by anyone.
Even if it was the first time she met him, it was the doll who made them connect.