The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

The room is still very quiet, but at this moment, Ling Chuxia is no longer asleep peacefully, her cheeks are red, her eyebrows are frowning, her facial features are squeezed into a ball impatiently, and a painful hum is softly hummed in her mouth.

After taking a look, Xiao Shen quickly turned her eyes away, there was no way to look at her for a second time.

He had no choice but to keep her innocence and fulfill Yun Shu's wish. He could only do this.

He let his assistant feed Ling Chuxia a kind of medicine, this medicine can make people have the illusion of joy and love, and people can't distinguish whether it is a dream or reality, and the side effects of this medicine can make the whole body sore and painful. , It's just...like a true love-after love.

In order to be realistic, he even asked his assistant to make some ambiguous marks on Ling Chuxia's body, and he also stained her thigh with some liquid very similar to JING-Yu.

Xiao Shen's gaze slowly swept across the messy room, and the hands hanging on both sides of his body were clenched little by little. He did not dare to look at Ling Chuxia again, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously, but his mouth was full of pain Unspeakable.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say sorry, but he knew that he was not even qualified to say sorry.

Suddenly he raised his hand, clenched his fist to death, and punched himself hard. His strength was not weak at all. After the punch, he felt a sharp pain in his right cheek and a feeling in his mouth. When it reached the fishy smell, blood dripped slowly from the corners of the lips.

Such a little pain can't resist what he has done to Ling Chuxia now, but this is the only punishment he can give himself at present.

Xiao Shen closed her eyes in pain, and finally took a step, leaving step by step.

When Xiaochen returned to his apartment, the night was already very deep, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Ling Yunshu sitting on the sofa. She stood up and said to him, "Xiaoshen, things How is it going?"

Just such a sentence suddenly reminded Xiaochen of the time when she lost her child in early summer. She called him. The first sentence also asked directly: How is Xia Xia's child?

She cares about these forever.

Xiaochen curled her lips weakly, but couldn't give her a smile, but presumably she didn't need it either. He didn't answer Ling Yunshu, but slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, his brows were exhausted.

Ling Yunshu couldn't get an answer, so she wrapped her up reluctantly, "Xiao Shen, tell me, how is it?"

Xiaoshen looked sideways at Ling Yunshu. She was really beautiful, elegant and temperamental. He remembered that when he first met her at Shi’s house, she stood on the steps with her back facing him, dressed A long white skirt, the hem of the long skirt hung all the way to the ankles, the white skirt fluttered away as the wind blew, slightly obstructing his vision, and when the wind went out, the skirt fell, Ling Yunshu turned slightly On his face, the beautiful eyes rushed into his eyes and his heart unexpectedly.

But... it was the first time he saw her such a beautiful appearance, and the last time.

The beautiful face of the woman in front of him gradually distorted in front of him, becoming incomprehensible, but what he remembered was always the goddess that touched his heart when he first saw it.

His hand slowly touched Ling Yunshu's face, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly, "Yun Shu, you will go to America with me, right?"