Chapter 53

"No grievance." Ye Qingning sucked his nose and forced his eyes back into his eyes. His tone was tough and stubborn: "where do I dare to be wronged, where do I have the qualification to be wronged?"

She almost blurted out the words, and then realized that something was wrong.

It sounds like she's complaining.

Sipping her lips, she wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to say it.

Besides, what she said is also true.

She is a person who is desperate to survive. Where is she qualified to be wronged!

After a long time, the man released her wrist and lightly brushed the empty dust on his knee. His eyes swept over the copilot's bags. He said coolly, "my clothes?"

Ye Qingning looked down at the five finger red mark on the wrist and the clear and profound pain, and his heart suddenly felt powerless.

"Well." She only answered, and then leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I don't want to talk to him.

Not at all.

This pervert!

Did not get too much response, the man slightly turned his head to see her, only to see her stubborn side face.

The setting sun gave her face an orange shimmer, and her long eyelashes moved slightly.

Although she tried to close her eyes, but the end of the eye still dropped a drop of tears.

Tears along her clear and flawless face all the way winding down into the neck, but like a hot drop in his heart.

His whole heart began to get confused.

Slightly astringent, slightly acidic, slightly swollen

The five flavors are mixed, and the noise is messy.

Shallow clench a fist, heart that wipe strange still can't dispel, Lin bandit speech slightly wrung eyebrow, stagger line of sight.

An hour later, the car drove into the forest house and stopped in the parking space. The driver said carefully, "here we are, sir."

Bandit Lin nodded. Before he had time to say anything, ye Qingning pushed the door and got out of the car. He closed the door and left.

……

In the bedroom, Lin looked at the bag on the bed, pondered for a moment, got up and opened it in turn.

A gray Plaid suit, three shirts, three ties, six agate Cufflinks

Lin bandit Yan has seen it in turn. Although it can't be compared with the suits he often wears, it's also exquisite in materials and finely polished.

There was a small ticket in the pocket of the suit. He twisted it up and looked at it. It cost a total of 100000 yuan.

Lin Ziyan looked down and thought about it. She got 500000 yuan for her pawn bags and jewelry. In addition, she spent 370000 yuan on her watch, and now she has 30000 yuan left.

So she spent most of the money on him.

Eyes light put soft, Lin bandit speech directly put on the clothes Ye Qingning bought for him, and then sit in a wheelchair out of the door, directly to Ye Qingning's door.

He listened and found that the room was very quiet. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and buttoned the door.

After a while, just as he was about to leave, the door of the room was opened.

Ye Qingning pursed her lips and drooped her eyes to see him. The corners of her lips were drooping, and she was still angry and wronged.

Four eyes opposite, Lin bandit speech from her clear pure eyes read out that wipe no cover up the grievance.

Suddenly, he coughed: "the clothes... Are very suitable."

Ye Qingning found that the man was wearing her custom-made clothes, white shirt, black-and-white striped tie, and the well ironed gray Plaid suit.

With his cool and sharp facial features, even sitting in a wheelchair, that kind of alienated and precious aura still radiated from the inside out.

Arrogant, refined and sharp.

Maybe some people are born aristocrats.

It's like Lin Fei Yan.

She slightly staggered the line of sight, drooping eyes: "well, just fit."

Lin Ziyan twists his fingers lightly, and his eyes fall on her wrist, where the red mark has not yet faded. He is silent for a moment, and raises his hand to hold it.