Mr. Chief, We're A Contractual Marriage

Ji Shangnan's car is heading for the summer blue bay. As she got closer and closer to her destination, Luo Jin's poetry learned more and more about Ji Shangnan's purpose.

"I want to get off."

Luo Jinshi looked at Ji Shangnan, who was a dangerous cheetah. At any time, it is possible to turn Luo Jin's poetry into prey in his mouth.

"Don't even think about it."

Ji Shangnan turned back and said to Luo Jinshi.

"Ji Shangnan, please. Now I have more important things to do. You let me off. I will find evidence to prove my innocence. Nothing happened between Qin Mo and me. Just let me go! "

Luo Jin's poem begged Ji Shangnan, but Ji Shangnan didn't even look at Luo Jin's poem. Just look at the road in the distance. This is not the peak period of work, so there is no special congestion on the road. Under such conditions, Ji Shangnan can gallop at will.

"Ji Shangnan, did you listen to me?"

Luo Jin asked again.

"Today, I will let you really be my woman. Don't think about anything if you want to prove your innocence. "

Ji Shangnan said this sentence lightly, but there was no half expression on his face. However, Luo Jin's most worried thing happened. Ji Shangnan's meaning can't be understood more. Even though, Luo Jinshi is still an uneducated woman. However, there is still some such common sense.

However, Luo Jin's poetry is a woman who hopes to live from the beginning to the end. The most perfect she can only give to the man she loves.

After a long period of stupidity, Luo Jin's poem reacted. She turned her back to Ji Shangnan and was ready to implement the ideas in her mind. Her hand closed the door.

"Luo Jinshi, what do you want to do?"

A beep. Ji Shangnan locked the door tightly before Luo Jinshi was about to do something stupid.

"Ji Shangnan, what are you doing?"

Before Luo Jinshi could open the door in time, the door had been controlled by Ji Shangnan. Locked, Luo Jin's poetry can't help it anymore. She looked at Ji Shangnan angrily and said with hatred.

"What do you want, you dead woman? Want to die? If you want to die, don't jump off my car. Are you so nervous about your virginity? Then why did you give me a green hat at our engagement banquet? Are you happy now that you let everyone see my joke? "

Ji Shangnan seemed to shout these words.

Luo Jinshi, who can choose to jump the car, won't choose him, Ji Shangnan. This completely angered Ji Shangnan. He stepped on the accelerator harder.

"As I said, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't..."

Luo Jin's poetry repeated again and again, hoarse. However, Ji Shangnan ignored Luo Jin's poetry. He doesn't believe her anymore. In other words, Ji Shangnan's possessiveness has blinded his mind and made him unable to think clearly.

Car, emergency brake, in front of the Blue Bay Hotel in summer. Luo Jinshi's body tilted forward rapidly and hit her head on the car. Just now, she loosened her seat belt in order to escape from the car. However, he did not escape. But Ji Shangnan hit his head with such a sudden brake. The crisp voice of Ji Shangnan just looked at her coldly. Her pain, her pain. There was no comfort.

However, Luo Jin's poems have long been used to the care and comfort of many people.

Tears of grievance will fall from your eyes. However, Luo Jin's poem tried hard to hold back the tears and didn't let it fall in front of Ji Shangnan.

"Get off."

"I'm going back."

"I said, get off."

A word, more than a word, no temperature, cold, like the call from hell.

Luo Jin's poetry can't resist. She got out of the car. She wanted to escape. Now, she prays that Qin Mo can appear in front of her. God! Where's her angel? Why doesn't he come to save himself at this time!

Luo Jin shise shrunk and stood next to Ji Shangnan's car. She didn't go forward, just hesitated to stand next to the car. She is waiting to summon an envoy to save her!

"Do you still want me to hold you up?"

The heart of Luo Jin's poetry is messy. There is not even a taxi in the street. She's running. How? Run on two legs? Not to mention the inches of high heels under her feet. Even if she is wearing running shoes, I'm afraid she can't escape the clutches of Ji Shangnan.

Slowly, Luo Jinshi came to Ji Shangnan. Her appearance is very down-to-earth. Luo Jin's poetry has never been so down-to-earth. She had a bitter face and her eyes were full of prayers.

"I beg you, let me go!"

"Let you go? Are you telling a joke? I don't want to say the second time, go up, Room 502. "

Ji Shangnan said that and walked towards the front. However, Luo Jin's poems behind him did not catch up. Ji Shangnan's face has become distorted. He turned around and grabbed Luo Jin's thick curly hair with one hand. He dragged Luo Jin's poetry to his side. The pain immediately spread from Luo Jin's scalp to his heart.

"Ah..."

The shrill cry of Luo Jin's poetry did not let Luo Jin's poetry stop, but held it more tightly. Ji Shangnan did not consider whether Luo Jin's body could bear such abuse. Instead, he walked forward. The hair was pulled tightly in Ji Shangnan's hand. The footsteps of Luo Jin's poetry had to go with Ji Shangnan. In summer, the waiters in the blue bay all turned their eyes to their.

The tears of Luo Jin's poems fell on her mind. Ji Shangnan can treat her like this. Between them, it's just a contractual relationship!

Suddenly, Luo Jin's poetic heart was so sad. She paid such a price for Roche. You can't love the one you love. The person you don't love is forced to go to ~ bed.

In room vip502, it was the wedding room of Luo Jinshi and Ji Shangnan on the night of their engagement wedding banquet. It is also the room that Ji Shangnan has kept for a long time. There are all kinds of things that Ji Shangnan is used to. Of course, from that night on, there are more things about Luo Jin's poems.

The door was opened by Ji Shangnan. He grabbed Luo Jinshi's hair and threw Luo Jinshi to the ground. Ji Shangnan's hands still have the hair of the two things he caught off. He opened his hand, his hair and gently fell to the ground.

The door was slammed. Luo Jinshi sat on the ground. She looked at Ji Shangnan without expression. There is no half desire ~ hope, only hatred.

Luo Jin's poems, nightmares, are you ready?

Ji Shangnan looked at Luo Jinshi. His hand, between his neck, ran his tie.