After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

Chapter 222 Live erotica?

Sang Yun fell to the ground.

Han Xuyang let go of the mulberry branch.

Sang Zhi hurriedly ran over to help him, her eyes slightly red, "Sang Yun..."

Sang Yun gritted his teeth, and the hand holding Sang Zhi's arm kept shaking.

"Sang Lingxue, what exactly did you inject him with?"

not……

Sang Zhi turned pale and looked at Sang Lingxue.

"Of course it's a good thing. Just wait and thank me."

Sang Lingxue smiled.

"Xuyang, let's go, I'm not interested in any erotica. I don't want you to look at other women either."

Sang Lingxue took a step forward, reached out and hooked Han Xuyang's arm, and snuggled into his arms.

Hearing the words "live erotic palace", Sang Zhi's expression suddenly changed.

She gritted her teeth and looked extremely pale.

Sang Zhi turned his head and glanced at Sang Yun beside him.

It seemed like the medicine had taken effect.

An unnatural flush appeared on Sang Yun's face.

He held Sang Zhi's hand tightly.

Sangzhi felt the strong force on his wrist.

Han Xuyang glanced at Sang Zhi, then nodded and reached out to touch her hair.

Sang Lingxue smiled and looked at Sang Zhi arrogantly.

"Don't thank me too much."

Sang Lingxue curled her lips.

He also asked someone to place a camera not far away.

"Such a sexy video... I have to admire Xie Fengyi and Zhuo Yi no matter what."

"Xu Yang. Let's go."

Sang Lingxue smiled, she took Han Xuyang's arm, and the two of them walked out.

Soon.

The basement door was closed.

Others left too.

Only Sang Zhi and Sang Yun were left in the room.

"Sang Yun, how are you?"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth.

"I feel very bad..." Sang Yun clenched his hands, and the hot feeling in his body made him feel like he was being bitten by ants.

Sang Yun clenched the front of her clothes tightly, her face extremely pale.

Of course he knew what it felt like.

The emptiness and helplessness of the body, and the longing for the person beside me.

Sang Zhi put her hands on his shoulders to support him.

Her hands are cold.

The soft touch made his heart flutter, and he suddenly had to hold her hand in his back.

"Sang Yun..."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Sang Yun grabbed his wrist tightly and pushed her onto the shelf aside.

"Sang Yun..." Sang Zhi's face was a little pale, she clenched her hands and struggled.

Sang Yun suddenly came closer, the ends of his eyes were red, and the messy hair on his forehead vaguely obscured the dark eyes under his eyes.

"Zhuo Yi can't come. He's with that woman who looks like you."

"He doesn't want you anymore."

Sang Yun gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Sister, look at me, okay..."

The woman in front of him is the person he has been thinking about for many years.

He suppressed the desire in his heart.

"He is not the Ji Yixun he was before."

"Look at me, okay..."

Sangzhi murmured.

"..."

Sangzhi clenched his hands and turned pale.

She laughed to herself.

Has Sang Yun finished the fact that Zhuo Yijing is Ji Yixun?

What to say.

Said Zhuo Yijing lied to her?

Or is she too stupid...

She didn't even recognize Ji Yixun.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly, her eyes were moist, and her voice was hoarse: "Sang Yun... calm down."

"Calm down? How can you tell me to calm down! How can I calm down!" Sang Yun gritted his teeth and punched the ground with his clenched fists.

Sangzhi slowly closed his eyes.

"For men like that...one Xie Fengyi and one Zhuo Yijing!" Sang Yun clenched his palms and said in a deep voice.

The hot feeling in the body was extremely intense.

Sang Yun gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and reached out to touch her face.

Sangzhi turned away and clenched his palms.

"Sang Yun, no matter how many times you ask me, I will always give you the same answer."

"Today is my day of death, and I want to die decently."

Sangzhi took a deep breath and whispered.

Sang Yun laughed at himself.

"I still hurt you...without me, you wouldn't be like this...I won't let you die."

Sang Yun tightened the collar of her clothes.

"Sister, you can either kill me. It would be better to die in your hands than to be tortured to death by them.

Or, use that thing to make me dizzy.I don't want you to see my ugly appearance. "

Sang Yun said hoarsely, taking a step back and curling up.

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment and glanced at the steel pipe in the distance.

"Sister, I feel really bad."

Sang Yun was lying on the ground with his legs bent.His eyes were red and he stared at Sang Zhi.

Sangzhi stood up, walked to the slender steel pipe not far away, and slowly picked it up.

However, she picked up the steel pipe and walked towards the door.

She doesn't want to accept fate.

She doesn't want to die here.

But she wasn't close yet.

The basement door was knocked open.

"what."

She heard Han Xuyang's screams and Sang Lingxue's cries of pain.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked over, meeting those cold and deep eyes.

Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, his face was cold, he frowned, stepped hard on Han Xuyang's leg that Zhuo Yijing had shot him last time, and crushed it several times.

"what!"

Han Xuyang screamed in pain, his face turned pale.

Sangzhi was in a daze for a moment, his mind going blank.

She stood there blankly, looking up at the man not far away, her eyes clear and clear, and there was an inexplicable sourness in her throat.

Zhuo Yijing also looked over at her.

He faced her sideways, with superior bones and fair skin, and his eyes looked at her deeply.

Sang Zhi could feel that his eyes were a little gentler, not as cold and hazy as before.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at Cheng Chi and gave him a look.

Cheng Chi quickly had people come forward to hold Han Xuyang down, and then had people tie up Sang Lingxue.

He glanced at Sang Yun not far away and saw him huddled on one side with a pale face. He quickly stepped forward and helped Sang Yun up.

Cheng Chi frowned when he felt that Sang Yun's whole body was hot and her lips were frighteningly white.

Sang Yun's palms were clenched and bleeding.

His consciousness was no longer clear, but he still vaguely saw Zhuo Yijing.

Suddenly, Sang Yun smiled.

"Third Young Master, I'll take him away first." Cheng Chi said.

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly.

Only then did Sang Zhi come back to his senses, glanced at Sang Yun, threw away the steel pipe in his hand with a "pop", and was about to run towards Sang Yun and Cheng Chi, but Zhuo Yijing was already striding towards her. He grabbed her wrist.

Before Sang Zhi could react, she was already being held in Zhuo Yijing's arms.

She could feel Zhuo Yi's pressure on her shoulders slowly getting stronger.

Sang Zhi's body was a little stiff and she allowed the man to hold her without struggling.

Her hands dropped to her sides, slowly tightening them.

"What did I tell you before I left? I told you not to worry, don't worry, I can handle it.

Why are you as disobedient as Zhuo Ziyue? "

"What else did I say before? If you don't want the lives of that pair of dogs and men, being kind to them is being cruel to yourself."

"Are you stupid? You're with me and you're leaving with Xie Fengyi? Whatever he says is what he says? Fortunately, you came to see Sang Yun with him, instead of rekindling an old relationship and eloping!"

for a while.

Sangzhi felt a buzzing in his ears.

They were all scolded by men who were clearly stern but helpless.

There are more silent sighs of Zhuo Yi longing.

Sang Zhi looked like he couldn't hear anything clearly, his eyes were a little blank.

There was a little moisture in her eyes, and they were filled with water.

"Why are you crying again? Are you really made of water? I haven't even said a few harsh words."

Zhuo Yijing pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless. He let go of the mulberry branch, looked down at him, and his eyes fell on her red and swollen face.

Zhuo Yijin frowned slightly, then suddenly raised his hand, and his cold fingertips fell on her face.

"Who hit it?"

"Meng Nanzhao? Or that couple?" Zhuo Yijing's voice was deep.

"Han Xuyang." Sang Zhi finally found her voice. She pulled her lips and her voice was a little hoarse.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and her eyes darkened.He took out a short, delicate Swiss Army knife from his windbreaker pocket and handed it to Sang Zhi.

"... What is this for?"

Sang Zhi frowned and looked up at him, a little surprised.

"Go back and come back when he hits you."