Chapter 8

Su Ruo light in the end or can not escape, was re washed, changed a set of red cheongsam, again sent to Leng Yuhe's bedroom.

The maid pushed her in and slammed the door.

She stood at the door, staring warily at the man on the sofa.

Leng Yuhe also had just taken a bath. He was wrapped in a Xi's bathrobe. He sat on the sofa and listened to the phone. He didn't speak much. He only occasionally gave out a simple nasal sound or two. The wolf like cold eyes swept Su ruo's slender body inch by inch.

Su Ruo could not stop shivering, her back was close to the door, and she refused to get close to her.

"Then kill them all." Leng Yuhe dropped the last sentence, put down the receiver, facing Su Ruo light hook finger.

"Little thing, come here."

Su ruo's face is light and white, and dare not approach.

Leng Yuhe draws up thin lips, clearly laughing, but more terrible than when angry.

"Su Zhiyou, I asked you to come here."

Su Ruo light back hair cold, despair of slowly drooping eyelashes.

She has to go, or When the man gets angry, he will skin her.

Difficult to start the pace, Su Ruo light slowly moved in the past, and finally stopped at half a step away from Leng Yuhe.

She has just taken a bath, the green hair is slightly wet, and the probability of leakage from the bun is dropped on the snow-white neck, which is particularly beautiful.

Leng Yuhe stares at her delicate and beautiful neck, and his eyes are dim. If he pinches it, he can easily break it.

However, it would be a pity to destroy such a beautiful thing.

He gently pulled Su Ruo to his legs, stroked his tender neck with big hands, and stared at Su ruo's trembling eyes, and more and more playfully lifted up his neck.

Good looking things should be played bad.

"How old is this year?" He stroked Su Ruo light's neck with his fingers and asked.

Su Ruo is not sure what he means. In addition, he is nervous. He blurs out his real age: "Seventeen..."

It's only half a year before you're an adult.

Cold Yu he cold hum a smile, slightly forced, grasped the softness of her chest.

Su Ruo light, the whole person was scared to jump for a moment, panic to seize cold Yuhe's arm, eyes were forced to tears, ChuChu pitifully looking at Leng Yuhe.

"Miss Su, isn't she already eighteen?" He gazed at those beautiful eyes soaked with tears, smiling at Sen Han, "lie to me?"

Su ruoqing was surprised to find that he was a god shaking, and even reported his real age. In a flustered way, "I changed my birthday. When I was just born, fortune teller's birthday was not auspicious, so I was one month older. In fact, strictly speaking, I still have one month before I can reach 18..."

Su Zhiyou was 18 last month.

Leng Yuhe means not clear way: "is it?"

Su Ruo gently lowered her black eyelashes, and her tears could not stop falling down. She slipped down her white cheeks.

"I'm not an adult yet. Please Will you spare me a few days

How about these three words, she said in a soft tone, like a cat's tail, scratching people's hearts and making them soft.

Leng Yuhe back, leaning on the sofa, staring at her, asked: "how to beg me?"

Su Ruo light stupefied, even if she has some knowledge of those aspects, but after all has not been practiced, for Leng Yuhe in the words of the obscure meaning, some ignorant.

I seem to understand, but I don't really want to.

Those eyes with tears, also confused stupefied, silly lovely.

Leng Yuhe is seven years older than her. She has seen and tasted all kinds of women.

Mature, raw, he does not feel fresh, but this woman It's a little different.

He has always been sharp and precise in looking at people. He knows that this pure looking woman is not simple at all. She can act, and she will act as a docile and quiet schemer. The bone is all shrewd and barb, such a woman, should be sinister.

But now, she is clean and bright.

It's like now, like the first snow, without a trace of earthly dirt.