"Song Jiaming, you give me medicine."
Ye Fan felt that his body was very hot, like a sudden burst of fire, like a fire, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face. At this time, his clear and clear eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist of water, his facial features Small and exquisite looks particularly attractive.
She gritted her teeth and glared at the man who was blocking her way, took out her mobile phone and called, "Get out of the way."
Song Jiaming's eyes flickered, with a guilty conscience. He grabbed her mobile phone and threw it into the toilet. Seeing her look like this, his heart was itchy. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Ye Fan, I really like you."
Ye Fan frowned and wanted to shake off his hand, but Song Jiaming was determined to do something to her and hugged her.
"But I don't like you."
The unfamiliar breath made Ye Fan a little disgusting, and he pushed him away with all his remaining will, and ran out.
Song Jiaming ran after him, reached out and grabbed the clothes on her shoulders for a while, his eyes were scarlet, "Whether you like it or not, I just want to take care of you now, ah—"
A scream of screams sounded, Ye Fan grabbed his clothes that Song Jiaming had torn apart and escaped from the bathroom. At this time, the drug power had already occurred, and she had to leave here.
Stumbled along the way to find the exit, and Song Jiaming's voice came from behind him, "Ye Fan, you must stop me, I must kill you."
Ye Fan who had decided to go downstairs suddenly paused, and went upstairs instead.
She didn't know how long she had been running, her body was getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a fire that almost burned all over her body, and the clothes on her body were soaked. She didn't stop until she reached the top floor.
Sitting in the corridor with her back against the wall, panting and biting her lower lip, she knew that she had escaped from Song Jiaming, but her consciousness was slowly dissipating.
Damn Song Jiaming, ungrateful, gracious will take revenge.
The sound of opening the door suddenly came from his ears, and a chill came, making Ye Fan shiver, but he was very comfortable, and instinctively rushed towards the chill.
"Well… "
There was a muffled murmur in Ye Fan's ear.
She actually threw down someone, a man.
She was hot on her body, and the person she threw down was very cold, with a smell of medicinal fragrance, so comfortable that Ye Fan wanted more.
"roll!"
The man who was thrown to the ground gritted his teeth, but was insufficiently breathed. He raised his hand and tried to push it away. But after several attempts, he was too weak to withstand a single blow. I don’t know if it was the breath or the impact she had just received. It's shocking.
The man coughed hard, "cough cough cough cough..."
The room was a little dark without the light turned on, and only a vague figure could be seen. Ye Fan didn't know if he hit where, so he quickly helped him up.
"Sorry, I will be responsible."
Just when the man thought she was apologizing for hitting herself, but the next second the man was thrown onto the bed by her, and he couldn't wait to tore his clothes.
Ye Fan really couldn't control herself when the medicinal power broke out. What happened later was her instinct...
…
The next day, Ye Fan woke up, blinked his eyes, and looked ugly at the thought of what happened last night. He scolded Song Jiaming tens of thousands of times in his heart, and found that his whole body was so aching to death when he thought of it!
The clear eyes blinked again, she seemed to force a man to sleep!
Subconsciously turned his head to look, and was stunned at the moment.
The man's skin was very white, and his face was even more sickly pale. At this time, his body was covered with traces of bruises, and he looked shocking.
Ye Fan felt ashamed. He got up with difficulty and found that his body was also full of scratches. One can imagine how intense the two were last night.
She blushed in shame and frowned her eyebrows in annoyance. What should I do now
But this man is really good-looking, with three-dimensional features, a clear and handsome face, soft black hair covering his forehead, his eyes closed and it looks very soft, and his long and thick eyelashes make Ye Fan want to reach out. Touch it.
In Ye Fan's twenty-two years' world, he has never seen a better-looking man than him.
Ye Fan seemed to have made some decision, and said with a serious face: "Don't worry, I will be responsible for you."
Although she was unconscious last night, she also remembered that she forced him. Although she did not remember some details, the blush on the bed sheet and the marks on the two of them were real.
Suddenly the phone in the room rang, Ye Fan ignored it, took out his notebook and pen from his bag, and wrote a phone number on the paper—
[I am leaving in a hurry, this is my phone number, remember to call me, I will be responsible for you. 】
As soon as Ye Fan left, two people wearing the same clothes with the word "Huo" embroidered on their cuffs came out of the elevator, hurriedly walking, with a touch of anxiety on their faces.
"Why doesn't the young master pick up our number or call us? If the old man knows that the young master has sneaked out, we will definitely not be able to eat."
Another said: "I blame Xia Shao and the others. Knowing that the young master is weak, we still have to bring the young master to such a place. If something happens to the young master, the old man must take our skin off."
When the two of them saw the messy room, their eyes widened, and they were stunned, "Master fainted again, call the doctor..."
…
Ye Fan endured the pain and left the club. His clothes were torn. He went to a nearby mall to buy clothes and put on them. Then he went to a nearby pharmacy to sell after-effect medicine and water before taking the car home.
At this time, the Ye Family's atmosphere was tense, and there was still a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.
Ye Shiyu cried and threw the porcelain vase at home, "I don't want to marry the sick rice seedling. If I don't marry, I won't marry the sick rice seedling if I die."
The voice was sharp, with dissatisfaction and anger.
Yu Huili was also too anxious, feeling sorry for her daughter, "Shiyu, don't worry, we will slowly figure out a solution."
Ye Shiyu yelled at her: "I want to think of any way, now the Huo family wants me to marry the sick seedling, and what other way is it all caused by you, I hate you."
"Everyone knows that the sick child of the Huo family will not live to be twenty-five years old. Now he is three months away from twenty-five. You want me to marry me because you want to kill me and make me a widow."
Ye Shiyu grabbed the bag and ran out, a hoarse voice came with a majestic voice, "Stop."
Ye Shiyu paused, did not run anymore, just cried aggrieved.
Elder Ye came down from the stairs, "It's my decision."
Yu Huili frowned dissatisfied, "Dad, you know that the sick seed of the Huo family will not survive for three months, how can you do this?"
Elder Ye coldly snorted, "There is something wrong with Ye's new batch of medicines. Not only have all the medicines been seized, but we have to wait for the investigation results of relevant departments. Do you know how much we need to pay for Ye's? I know better than you that even if the sick child does not survive for three months, he is the only heir of the Huo family."