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Under Ouyang Jingyu's arrangements, Murong Lanqing's funeral was very smooth sailing. Although it was simple, it did not lose its grandeur.

"Qiao Chuyang, did you see that? This is your grandfather's reputation. After he died, not a single person came to bother him. Serves him right to go to hell. "

Ouyang Jingyu stood in front of Qiao Chuyang. Looking at Qiao Chuyang, who was in mourning, his eyes were filled with disgust and coldness. The mocking words kept on ringing in Qiao Chuyang's ears.

"Whatever he's done before? I have no right to judge him. I only know that he is my grandfather. " Qiao Chuyang's calm tone made Ouyang Jingyu's heart burn with a nameless anger.

His big hands, which were sharp and straight, grabbed Qiao Chuyang's wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

"Remember. What you promised me, or I'll find your grandfather's ashes at any time and throw them in a place without people. "

Ouyang Jingyu's Cen Shuyin's thin lips moved as he spat out words that were cold and cruel.

Qiao Chuyang pulled his wrist out of Ouyang Jingyu's grip, his eyes filled with pain.

"Jingyu, why do you need to lower yourself to her level?"

Shui Qing'er, dressed in a red dress, appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall.

Looking at the glaring red on Shui Qing'er's body, Qiao Chuyang had a bad premonition.

"Ouyang Jingyu, I beg of you, can you please let Shui Qing'er leave?" "I don't want her to be red, so that my grandfather will feel a tinge of regret."

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. A cold chill went down his spine, and he ignored Qiao Chuyang's pleas. Instead, he pulled Shui Qing'er into his embrace and placed his hands under her dress.

"Jingyu, alright … It's so comfortable, I've never tried it before. The smell of love in the mourning hall seems to make me feel pretty good. Although there's a continuous wave of cold wind blowing, as long as I stay by your side, I won't have any fears. "

Shui Qing'er's exaggerated expression made Qiao Chuyang feel like he was being evil, especially when the two of them were warm. The groan made her cover her face in pain.

Grandpa, I'm sorry, but your granddaughter can't even give you a calm environment to leave in.

The tears on Qiao Chuyang's face increased as he crawled to the portrait of Murong Langqing on his knees. His hands gently caressed Murong Langqing's smiling face in the photo.

Even though his large hand was on Shui Qing'er's body, Ouyang Jingyu's dark and ruthless eyes were on Qiao Chuyang's face from time to time. It was as if his gaze wanted to tear her to shreds.

"Jingyu, we... Are we really going to stay here? "

He surveyed the surroundings. Although it was elegant, it was still a mourning hall. This caused Shui Qing'er, who was on the verge of losing control of her enthusiasm, to bite her lips as she carefully asked Ouyang Jingyu.

"No, you can't stay here."

Before Ouyang Jingyu could say anything, Qiao Chuyang who was kneeling in front of them suddenly rushed in between the two of them like a madman and forcefully pushed Shui Qing'er out of the room.

"This place belongs to Grandpa," she said. "You can't do anything disgusting here. Qing'er, get out of my sight right now."

The brutality in Qiao Chuyang's eyes reminded Shui Qing'er of the scene where the knife almost sliced her face, extinguishing her body. All the zeal inside.

"Shui Qing Er, I won't allow you to appear in the mourning hall." Qiao Chuyang suddenly closed the door, completely cutting off Qing'Er's line of sight.

"Ouyang Jingyu, please leave too. I would like to stay alone with grandfather for a moment."

Qiao Chuyang looked at Ouyang Jingyu with a pale face.

Ouyang Jingyu crossed his arms in front of his chest. His pair of falcon-like black eyes rested on Qiao Chuyang's body without reservation.

"Qiao Chuyang, you chased away my woman, shouldn't you compensate me with a woman?"

"Compensation?" The corners of Qiao Chuyang's lips curled up into a cold sneer.

"Ouyang Jingyu, this is the Mourning Hall. You and your woman are willing to do those lowly things, so please leave immediately. I do not want grandfather to see your dirty actions."

"Lower-cheap?" Dirty? "

Ouyang Jingyu's face revealed a charming smile as he slightly bent his body. His body was looking down at Qiao Chuyang. His shirt was slightly open, revealing the bronze colored skin underneath.

"Even if you chased Qing Er away, even if you think that the matter between me and Qing Er was dirty, lowly, lowly, then let your grandfather see for himself how his darling granddaughter moaned under me."

Ouyang Jingyu's pair of black eyes were filled with a deep sense of ridicule.

"You … What are you going to do? "

Qiao Chuyang's swollen eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Ouyang Jingyu who was closing in on him. She could not imagine that under such circumstances, Ouyang Jingyu would do what he had guessed he would do.

With a few steps, Ouyang Jingyu arrived in front of Qiao Chuoyang, trapping her in the middle of the wall. With a few steps, Ouyang Jingyu arrived in front of Qiao Chuyang, trapping her in the middle of the wall.

"No. "Don't be here, don't be in front of Grandfather."

Ouyang Jingyu had one hand on Qiao Chuyang's chin as he used the other to push her down to the ground, tearing at her clothes in a raging manner.

"I want to let your grandfather see with his own eyes how you look down on me. Qiao Chuyang, I want to show your grandfather how lowly and lowly the darling he loves is."

Ouyang Jingyu's dagger-like handsome face was covered in black clouds. A pair of black eyes as fast as lightning shot out a dangerous aura and tightly locked onto Qiao Chuyang's body.

"No, I won't let you be punished."

Murong Langqing's benevolent smile seemed to have instantly increased Qiao Chuyang's strength. She used all the strength in her body to push Ouyang Jingyu away, then she grabbed Murong Langqing's photo and ran towards the door.

"Ah!"

Before his hand could even reach the doorknob, Ouyang Jingyu's big hand was already on Qiao Chuyang's wrist. He tried to twist it back and forth, and the sudden sharp pain on his wrist made Qiao Chuyang emit a painful scream.

In order to stop Qiao Chuyang from escaping, Ouyang Jingyu took the most precious thing in her possession.

"Give me back my grandfather's photo, will you?"

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. His black eyes that were as deep as a pool of water didn't show any signs of being touched, but his entire body was emitting a bone-chilling cold.

"Listen to me, I will give you this portrait. Otherwise, I will burn your grandfather's only photo in front of you."

Ouyang Jingyu pretended to put the photo on top of the candle.

"No, I'll listen to you. Don't burn it."

Qiao Chuyang's watery eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Ouyang Jingyu in shock.

"Take off all your clothes."

Ouyang Jingyu stood up and sat beside the candle. As long as Qiao Chuyang was disobedient, he would immediately destroy the photo of her as if she was a treasure.

Due to Ouyang Jingyu's cold gaze, her beautiful pale face became even paler. Qiao Chuyang bit down on his cherry lips.

"Hurry up." Qiao Chuyang remained motionless, causing Ouyang Jingyu to lose his patience as he yelled at Qiao Chuyang. The photo in his hand moved an inch in the direction of the candle.

"I …" I'll take it off. " Due to the pressure, Qiao Chuyang had to choose Ouyang Jingyu to insult him.

The clothes on the upper half of his body had already been removed by Ouyang Jingyu. Open. Qiao Chuyang stretched out his trembling hands and slowly took them off. To the top half of the clothes.

"Inside And take off your pants. "

The black pupils in Ouyang Jingyu's eyes darkened due to Qiao Chuyang's actions.

Only when he saw her suffering and humiliated Qiao Chuyang would Ouyang Jingyu's heart be filled with happiness.

Looking at Qiao Chuyang's terrified face and his trembling hands, Ouyang Jingyu revealed a devilish yet mocking smile.

That was until Qiao Chuyang. filament. No. As he stood in front of Ouyang Jingyu, Ouyang Jingyu threw the photo in his hand onto the ground. Open the belt on your pants.

"Do you still dare to reject me in the future?"

Ouyang Jingyu forcefully pulled Qiao Chuyang into his embrace, looking at her with a cold expression. His deep eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light … …

"I don't dare." A pair of bloodshot, swollen, and watery eyes looked at Ouyang Jingyu with horror.

Ouyang Jingyu nodded in satisfaction. He unzipped his pants without any foreplay or gentleness.

"Pain!"

After being forced onto the altar, a tearing pain immediately spread out. Qiao Chuyang's hands painfully pulled on the table as he could not bear the pain anymore.

She bit down on her cherry lips until she smelled blood. Qiao Chuyang had yet to loosen his grip on the fishy taste. In an instant, his cherry lips were dripping with blood. He looked extremely terrifying.

The bitterness in the heart in the painful fermentation, formed more uncontrollable tears.

After the excitement had passed and Ouyang Jingyu had mercilessly climbed down from his body, Qiao Chuyang finally opened his eyes that had been tightly shut the entire time. Ignoring the fact that he was naked, he crawled to the portrait of Murong Langqing and held it in his arms like a precious treasure.

"I'll give you half an hour to say goodbye to your old man. I want to see your figure at the door in half an hour, or else I'll destroy this mourning hall with my own hands."

After he finished speaking, Ouyang Jingyu expressionlessly walked toward the door.