Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 62 Let’s destroy together

Tang Shuya looked at her meaningfully, moved his fingertips to her chin and pinched it, then turned her face and kissed her.

This time, Ling Yuan resisted fiercely, opened his mouth and bit Tang Shuya's lower lip. The fishy-sweet taste spread in both of their mouths until blood was dripping.

Tang Shuya snorted, spit out her lips, licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and the taste of blood aroused the agitation in his body.

"You did it on purpose! You deliberately hired someone to seduce Fang Xi, right?"

Ling Zhen's eyes were red, deep hatred burning in her eyes, and her chest was heaving violently with anger.

After staring at her for a while, Tang Shuya's eyes darkened behind his glasses. He spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "So what? I'm just trying to help you alleviate your guilt. And by the way, I want you to open your eyes and see clearly what kind of person Fang Xi is. Otherwise, you'll foolishly rush over to him the next time he calls."

The moment he finished speaking, a desk lamp came crashing down on him.

There was a heavy, muffled sound as the desk lamp hit his hair. One drop, two drops, and soon blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking half of Tang Shuya's face, staining his glasses, and gathering at his chin along his smooth facial contours, then dripping onto the soft carpet.

Anger and pain overwhelmed Ling Ru.

Her originally clear eyes were now burning with a red glow of hatred. The hand holding the lamp trembled convulsively, but she still raised it high, preparing to smash it a second time with all her might.

Tang Shuya threw away his glasses, wiped the blood off his face, and quickly and accurately grabbed Ling Zhen's hand as he tried to attack her a second time. He pinched the thin wrist hard and bent it outward. The severe pain made Ling Zhen feel as if his wrist was broken. He was unable to hold the desk lamp anymore, and it fell to the ground in an instant.

She was pushed down and her body slammed hard on the bed.

Tang Shuya picked up the desk lamp, his eyes were blurred with blood, and anger was brewing in his eyes like a storm.

He stared at her, his temples throbbing, and raised his hand high towards Ling Yuan while holding the desk lamp.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she glared at the other person angrily, but what she met was a pair of scarlet eyes like a beast.

She will not be able to escape Tang Shuya's control for the rest of her life.

He was the most vengeful. Three years ago, she cheated on him, she escaped, and she broke his rules of the game.

It's not like he won't let her go.

Such a life has no meaning.

Destroy it, just destroy it.

A strong wind blew across her face, and just when she thought he was going to hit her with the lamp, the lamp stopped at a distance.

She heard him suddenly laugh and ask her, "You want to provoke me and die with me? Ling Zhen, you are really capable."

There was a fire in Ling Yuan's eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless.

The lamp was thrown to the ground, and even though the floor was covered with thick carpet, it still shattered with a loud noise.

The two men fought like wild beasts, trying to kill each other.

But the power disparity between men and women was too great, Ling Zhen had no power to resist. Her throat tightened, Tang Shuya locked Ling Zhen's neck with his right hand and lifted Ling Zhen up with one hand.

The throat was squeezed, breathing was difficult, and the feeling of suffocation came instantly. Ling Yuan's face turned red, and he clasped Tang Shuya's hands tightly with both hands and tried to pry them apart.

Tang Shuya's grip became stronger and stronger, and Ling Yuan's struggle became weaker and weaker as the man's grip tightened and time passed.

Just when Ling Zhen thought he was going to die of suffocation, Tang Shuya suddenly let go of his hand.

She felt as if her spine had been suddenly pulled out, and she collapsed on the bed, holding her neck with both hands and coughing heart-wrenchingly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Tang Shuya recognized Han Su's voice, perhaps because the noise just now was too loud.

He gathered his blood-soaked hair with his five fingers and ordered solemnly, "It's okay. Don't disturb me without my permission!"

"Yes."

Tang Shuya wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes. The wound on his head that was still bleeding made his heart harden a few degrees. On the contrary, the blood in his body was completely boiling.

He looked down at her from above. She was already conscious, like a fragile flower, her body curled up in a ball, trembling slightly, dying. She looked truly pitiful and full of broken beauty.

In order to prevent Ling Zhen from struggling and to make her submit, he didn't want anything else to disturb his interest, not even Ling Zhen herself!

He took out the red rope that he had prepared long ago from the bedside table.

The whole set of movements was smooth and familiar, without any hesitation.

Because of the fierce collision and pain, Ling Zhen finally regained some consciousness. As soon as she opened her eyelids, she bumped into a pair of red eyes, so red that they almost bled.

She struggled for a few times before realizing that she was like a hairy crab tied tightly with ropes, lying under the man in an extremely humiliating posture.

Memories of the past instantly invaded her mind. This was what she feared the most, but it was Tang Shuya's favorite way of playing.

Ling Yuan's dark pupils revealed fear and anger. He stared at him intently, his teeth almost broken. He wanted to speak, but couldn't squeeze out a single word.

I couldn't even beg for mercy.

His beautiful face turned unusually pale due to blood loss, making the remaining bloodstains on his face particularly glaring.

His delicate facial features were covered with cracks like a mask, with bright red threads seeping out. He had an astonishing allure and cruelty that made people tremble with fear.

Seeing Ling Zhen woke up, he raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Zhen with his red eyes.

Pitiful.

Her little face was pale and her lips were almost bloodless. She closed her eyes in pain, her wet eyelashes trembling, like a pitiful and helpless whimpering puppy.

His eyes suddenly deepened, and two flames quickly ignited in his deep eyes, like anger and desire, intertwined and burning.

He leaned closer, blood still seeping from his forehead, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile so sinister.

"I'm so sorry. I know you were unconscious, but I couldn't help myself. But I still think it would be better when you're awake."

The voice came out from the man's thin lips. The playful tone was sexy and clear, but it made Ling Yu's eyes widen instantly.

My heart suddenly started beating violently. I tried to curl up my body, but I kept struggling and twisting, but to no avail.

At this moment, she was like a fish on a chopping board, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't make any splash.

On the contrary, it greatly stimulates men's vision.

He ignored the blood on his lips and kissed her bright red lips fiercely. His tongue invaded her lips and teeth. They were so close that even his breath was mixed with the strong smell of blood.

Ling Zhen clearly saw the fiery madness churning in his eyes.

The red rope wrapped around the body seemed to replace the blood vessels flowing with blood.

The trembling transmitted along the rope gradually seeped into every corner of the body.

Ling Zhen closed her eyes in despair. Her eyes seemed dry from crying. Her body could do nothing but respond to the man.

She felt that not only her body but also her heart was imprisoned.

I felt as if all the muscles in my body were cut into pieces, and I felt like a smashed porcelain doll, broken into pieces and in a mess.

His palms were smeared with blood.

The glaring red color rubbed against her face, her body, and her legs.

Together with him, they both fell into the endless bloody hell.