Chapter 243: tragic
Ji Qinglin just sat like that, obviously her line of sight was relatively high, but being stared at by his long and narrow eyes, Mu Hao Hao gave the illusion that he was looking down at her from a high place.
Her eyes floated everywhere, and she didn't dare to face him. For the third time, she called him: "Ji...Ji Qinglin..."
The tall man finally spoke, his voice soft and low: "Have you had a good time?"
As soon as Mu Haohao's scalp exploded, he instantly felt a flower blooming in front of him.
"Have you had a good time with Ji Ou?" he asked again.
Mu Haohao's face was pale and pale, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were full of fear.
Ji Qinglin raised his hand, and a stack of photos fell from his palm, on the sofa, on the table, on the ground, all of them.
She and Ji Ou went to the light show hand in hand.
Ji Ou hugged her from behind.
Ji Ou leaned over and kissed her.
The two entered the hotel room holding hands.
The two walked out of the room holding hands after a night.
Brilliantly, all of them.
Ji Qinglin kept his body still, just staring at her and looking at the photos.
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Mu Haohao never imagined that such a tragic rollover would happen one day. She took a small step back with a white face, and then seemed to suddenly react, turning around and running, even forgetting that this was her home.
She is dead!
Even if the gods come, they can't save her!
Mu Haohao was full of panic and just wanted to get away from this Shura Field as soon as possible, but before she ran a few steps away, her legs suddenly left the ground.
Ji Qinglin hugged her from behind with one hand, and just dragged her upstairs.
Since he passed the bright face in front of Mu Chonglai, he often came to Mu's house, which room Mu Hao lived in and what the layout of the room was, he could walk to the bed with his eyes closed.
Mu Haohao was so frightened that she didn't dare to shed tears. With her back to Ji Qinglin, she didn't even dare to use all her strength to struggle: "Ji Qinglin... Ji Qinglin..."
She didn't dare to open her mouth to beg for mercy.
Just calling his name in a low voice, over and over, until the end with a vibrato and a cry.
But it was of no use, she was thrown on the bed, Ji Qinglin looked at her condescendingly in a real sense, his eyes were terrifying to the extreme.
He should have come directly from the company, and he didn't even change his clothes. At this moment, he slowly untied them one by one.
Ties, coats, vests, and finally, shirts.
Mu Haohao was so frightened that he could hardly breathe, and his hands and feet were soft.
She struggled to get up until his sturdy chest came into view.
But such an action completely ignited Ji Qinglin. He pressed her down, his eyes were all light red, and his fingertips rolled and wiped on her lips, showing no mercy.
He clasped her chin and asked, "Have you done it with Ji Ou?"
Mu Haohao shook his head desperately, unable to stop the tears: "No, no... Ji Qinglin, I don't."
However, this didn't bring any different results. He probably really lost his mind, and he didn't speak any more, and he didn't ask any more questions.
Get up, grab her ankles and bring her waist close.
Mu screamed and struggled: "Ji Qinglin! Ji Qinglin, let me go—"
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The feeling of being stretched is too clear, accompanied by a pain enough to split the body.
Mu Haohao cried out almost mournfully: "Ji Qinglin! Stop! Ji Qinglin!! Please—"
The voice of Mu Chonglai finally came from outside: "Ji Qinglin!"
The door was opened, but before Mu Chonglai went in, he heard his sister crying: "Don't come in..."
"Brother, don't come in..."