Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 321 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (37)

Bei Er stood quietly in the distance, looking at the back of the tall and straight man standing in front of her.

In her pair of obsidian-black eyes, an incomprehensible emotion flashed across her eyes, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and after driving away that certain emotion, she began to look at this man seriously.

Di Chengting was wearing a white shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned. You could clearly see his gracefully curved neck and the bulging Adam's apple on his neck, which was rolling up and down because of talking. , the line of sight moved down two minutes, and saw the perfect right-angled shoulders and the collarbone that made people unable to take their eyes off.

His complexion is a healthy wheat color, coupled with his perfect body proportions, she couldn't help swallowing.

After Di Chengting finished speaking, he threw the hand of the woman in the pink dress in disgust.

Because of his action, Ruhua staggered two steps back.

The originally meticulous hairstyle became a little messy at the moment. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the ground.

Danfeng's eyes were full of viciousness, she never thought that he would appear here, and she was defending that impolite girl inside and out, which made her gradually angry, and raised her eyes Looking at the girl behind Di Chengting, his eyes fell on her fiercely. Looking at her delicate little face, he wished to throw out a few bloodstains.

Bei'er felt a malicious gaze, she raised her eyelids to look over, and saw snake-like eyes, looking at her like poisoned at the moment.

A slight smile leaked from the corner of her mouth, and she frowned twice on her pretty eyebrows.

Seeing the girl's provocative expression, Ruhua gritted her back molars bitterly.

Because Di Chengting was standing in front of her, and he was still talking about the family rules of the Di family, she didn't dare to do anything wrong for the next patriarch's uncle.

The pain in her wrist made her feel refreshed, and she gently rubbed her swollen wrist with her hand, the expression on her face was not as arrogant and supercilious as before.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her tone softened a little, "Little uncle, what do you mean by that? The fourth sister-in-law has been helping her mother manage the family affairs, and she knows the family rules best. The attitude is too rude, and the fourth sister-in-law can't help but want to teach her a lesson."

Di Chengting still had an expressionless expression on his face, looked down at the woman in front of him, and hummed softly.

"Since the fourth sister-in-law is clear about the family rules, she should lead by example, and save others from saying that our Di family is bullying!"

This sentence directly exploded in the hearts of all the Di family members. The woman wearing a blue cheongsam who was comforting Mrs. Di paused her hand slightly to ensure that no one else could see her expression, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. .

The old lady Di looked at the little son angrily, and slapped the table heavily, "Cheng Ting, is this how you talk to your fourth sister-in-law?"

When Di Chengting heard her words, his beautiful brows froze slightly.

He didn't speak, but turned around and took Bei'er's small hand, and walked out of the lounge.

He Yunqing watched him take away her little Bei'er, hurriedly followed behind, and said in an unhappy tone: "Hey, why did you take my female companion away?"

Di Chengting paused, turned around and gave him a fixed look, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the top of Bei Er's head, his tone was like the calm before the storm, and said softly, "Young Master He, go back first, I will be with her." There is something else."

After speaking, with long legs, he continued to hold Bei'er's hand and walked forward.

He didn't care about He Yunqing behind him at all, and was as irritable as a monkey at the moment.

Bei Er looked up at his resolute sculpted side face, trotting hard all the way to barely keep up with his pace, the smell of alcohol that hit him in the breeze floated directly into her nostrils.

She felt that she was a little drunk just by smelling the alcohol.

I don't understand why, at this moment, he is like a lion on the verge of anger, trying to suppress his urge to tear everything apart.

Bei'er lowered her gaze to look at the little hand wrapped in his big palm, and he was holding it tighter and tighter. The already thin little hand knew without looking, that it should be red and swollen.

"Marshal Di, where are you taking me?" Trying to keep up with his pace, he asked in a soft voice with rapid panting.

Di Chengting didn't reply, and forbidden to take her back to his bedroom.

It was the first time Beier saw that someone's bedroom was decorated only in black. The bed was covered with black bedding, the furniture was black, and even the curtains were black. It felt very depressing and gloomy.

Di Chengting pressed her on the bed covered with black bedding, and said in a cold tone, "Why don't you resist?"

Hearing his words, the smile on Bei'er's face was directly stunned by that exquisite face. It turned out that he was worried about himself just now.

"That's your family, and I can hide there." The soft voice replied invisibly.

Di Chengting squatted in front of her, his deep pupils blurred by drunkenness, now mixed with a look similar to nostalgia.

When he touched her with his big palm, her cheek was only the size of a palm. Her skin was very delicate. When the callus on his tiger's mouth touched it, a red mark appeared immediately.

"If your face is really slapped, it will be swollen for several days, aren't you stupid?"

After speaking, she slightly stretched her long index finger, and gently scratched her small but straight nose.

Bei'er was very surprised by his actions, and raised her eyes to look at him.

The deep and deep eyes were slightly bent at this moment, and the originally cold and handsome face.

At this moment, because of this shallow smile, since it has become... well, a little cute.

She felt that her face was getting hot gradually, and her heart speeded up because of this smile, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands, and said in a low voice: "I'm not stupid, I definitely won't let myself What a loss."

"Well, not stupid."

That deep voice was still as pleasant as ever, but it was different from the past with a hint of imperceptible indulgence.

He just squatted on the carpet like this, in front of her, looking at her quietly with a pair of black pupils, without any other words or extraneous expressions.

Because he drank, there was a faint smell of alcohol floating in the air at this moment.

Bei Er was extremely nervous when he looked at him like this, and there was something in his heart that wanted to break through that barrier and get out.

Those little hands were also too nervous and clutched the corners of his clothes, and the palms were sweating coldly due to nervousness.

She lowered her head and tried to focus on his black suit pants, not letting herself look into his eyes, trying to calm the tension in her heart, but it was all in vain.

She tried hard to find her voice, and slightly opened her plump lips, but was...

(End of this chapter)