"Weiran, do you feel happy?" The man curled his lips and looked at the woman in front of him playfully. He was smiling lightly, but his smile was indescribably weird and cold, and the low pressure in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Her breathing was a little stagnant.

"How will you be here?"

Luo Weiran held the bouquet in her hand and dropped it to the smooth and bright ground with a "pop". Suddenly, a bad premonition hit her overwhelmingly.

The man smiled again, "You are here, so I am here!" As he said that, he moved his steps and slowly approached her. Although he was as elegant as the wind, he had an air of danger.

"Wei Ran, you haven't answered my question yet, are you happy?" He repeated what he said before.

"I'm very happy!" Luo Weiran stepped back in fear, but soon reached the wall. She continued to open her mouth, wanting to ask him what he wanted to do, but at this time, he quickly covered her lips.

There was an evil and cold smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes became painful and obsessed. He opened his mouth and said word by word: "But Weiran, I am not happy, what should I do?" In the days without her, he is not at all happy.

Neither is happy, and the pain is even increasing day by day.

But what about her? But she wants to run into the arms of others. He can't tolerate it!

"Weiran, let me take you, okay?" He covered her mouth, looked at her gradually fading consciousness, and whispered something in her ear.

However, at this moment, Xiao Yuan opened the door and ran in, "Mom..."

Then, she desperately tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were not under her control at all and gradually closed, but she still weakly said three words with her lips, "Feng Zhaoyong..."

There is also Xiaoyuan, what should I do?

The man closed his eyes in pain and murmured in a low voice: "Weiran, I love you so much, why do you do this to me?"

She didn't know what happened after that. She had been in a groggy sleep. She only occasionally murmured in her sleep, but most of the names she called were Feng Zhaoyong and Xiaoyuan.

At this moment, she was completely awake. As her first thought, she hurriedly got off the soft white bed, ran to the door with bare feet.

"Xiaoyuan..." She yelled desperately. She couldn't see anyone for a long time, and she was so anxious that tears fell down.

She couldn't believe that Xiao Yuan was also brought here by him. So where is Xiao Yuan?

No! This thought frightened her, and she became even more frightened. She screamed helplessly, "Xiaoyuan..."

She was so anxious that she didn't notice her surroundings at all.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman wearing a traditional Thai skirt walked over quickly.

She quickly grabbed Luo Weiran's hand, motioned her not to panic, and asked her to go back to the house to rest.

She couldn't speak and used gestures. Luo Weiran had been a volunteer before and she could understand simple gestures, but she didn't want to go back. She wanted to know if Xiaoyuan was here?

So, he gestured to her, but the middle-aged woman shook her head.

Luo Weiran thought she might not know, so she hurriedly turned around and ran out. Because she was too impatient, she didn't notice someone coming in front of her. She didn't stop until she bumped into a hard chest.

"Zhuang Lei, where is my child?" Seeing that it was him, she took a step back and stared at him, trying to see something in his eyes.

However, he smiled, took a step forward, stretched out his palm, and wanted to touch her hair, but she avoided him in disgust.

"Let's eat first." A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded to the middle-aged woman just now.

The middle-aged woman heard his order and turned around to prepare the meal.

"Let me ask you, where is my child?" Luo Weiran refused to give up, let alone face him.

"If you don't want to eat, I won't tell you." Zhuang Lei curled his lips and smiled playfully, but it was very threatening.

Luo Weiran had no choice but to nod silently, his inner torment getting worse and worse.

Soon, the middle-aged woman just moved the table out, and some Southeast Asian-style meals were also put out.

The two people sat across from each other, neither of them speaking.

Zhuang Lei kept staring at her, and the light flowing in his eyes was unpredictable!

Luo Weiran turned her face to the side to avoid his sight. Only then did she see the environment in front of her clearly.

The location she is currently in is a house similar to a holiday villa. The design of the house is completely in accordance with the style favored by Southeast Asians. The house has no doors and can be ventilated on all sides. At this moment, the white gauze curtains are blowing with the wind.

dancing.

The house is surrounded by the deep blue ocean, and at a glance, you can't see anything at all.

The scenery was very charming, but she didn't have time to appreciate it. She was silently surprised and felt heavy in her heart. Where on earth was this place? According to her guess, it should be a small island in Southeast Asia, but she didn't know where it was.

Can Zhaoyong be found?

What if Zhuang Lei wants to trap her for the rest of her life?

No! When she thought of this thought, her heart was instantly filled with all kinds of pain. She didn't want it! She would rather die than do it!

"What do you think of this place?" Zhuang Lei stared at her side face and asked suddenly. Seeing that she had no reaction, he frowned slightly and continued: "Wei Ran, stay with me!"

Sure enough, this was his goal! Luo Weiran's heart sank, and he slowly turned his head, "You know... this is impossible!"

If she doesn't love him, why should she stay with him for the rest of her life?

"Weiran, do you think I'm joking?" Zhuang Lei's attitude towards her seemed to be expected, but he was not in a hurry, closed his eyes and continued: "Have you seen this sea area? There is also this

The island, including the surrounding land, belongs to me."

Luo Weiran smiled coldly, "Are you reminding me not to leave here?"

"You can say that, but it's not necessarily true. Weiran, I just want to tell you that I want you to stay, and you must stay!" As he spoke, his tone suddenly changed, becoming overbearing and arrogant.

Luo Weiran listened with a wry smile in her heart. She was too stupid and stupid! How could she think that Zhuang Lei was the counselor of University C? She should have noticed Zhuang Lei's conspiracy earlier, but she thought it was over

, she had never thought that he had such an unknown identity. No wonder every time she faced him before, she could always feel a little different. Although she couldn't explain why, she could really feel it. But now why

It's too late, what should she do?

She lowered her eyes inexplicably, and Feng Zhaoyong's face appeared in her mind. Should she still hold on to some hope? After all, she has disappeared for a week, Feng Zhaoyong, where are you?

Thinking that they haven't seen each other for a while, the pain in my heart becomes more and more serious, and I can't help but frown slightly between my beautiful eyebrows.

I miss you very much, really, really...

Looking at her appearance, Zhuang Lei's eyes darkened, he threw away the chopsticks in his hand with a "pop", his tall body suddenly approached, his long palm quickly pinched her chin, and he smiled coldly.

, "Wei Ran, you are thinking about when he will come to save you, right?"

Hearing his words, Luo Weiran suddenly looked into his eyes, and a trace of surprise flowed through her. She said nothing, stretched out her hand, and tried to move his palm away, but found that he was using a lot of force. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

Unable to move away, she felt a sense of humiliation in her heart. After a while, tears filled her eyes, but she held back and refused to fall.

"If I said that he would die as soon as he came, would you still be willing?" A low, demonic voice sounded in her ears.

Of course he knew that Feng Zhaoyong would come. That man had taken over his territory with others. How could he let him go? What's more, there was also her matter, and he planned to have a good time with him.

Luo Weiran's eyes widened and she looked at him and said, "He won't die so easily." In fact, she didn't know that after he said such words, her heart throbbed and hurt, of course.

She was afraid that such a situation would happen, but she somehow believed in Feng Zhaoyong.

Because of love, I believe even more!

"Really? If you see his body then, don't cry!" Zhuang Lei smiled gloomily.

"I won't cry, because I either!" Luo Weiran opened her eyes and looked at him lightly.

"Crash..." After a loud noise, the dining table in front of him was overturned to the ground. All kinds of delicious food on the table were scattered on the floor, which looked shocking!

The middle-aged woman who had just served food for two people shrunk suddenly when she saw this, she quickly lowered her head and did not dare to come over to take care of it.

"You love him so much? Why?" Zhuang Lei suddenly approached, his tall body suddenly bent down, his sharp eyes stared at her face, the tip of his nose was only one centimeter away from hers, "What about me?

?Do you know how long I have loved you? I love you, Luo Weiran, have you heard, I love you!" For a long, long time, he didn't know how to forget him?

Why is the person in her heart not him? It used to be Tang Yuchen, but now he is his mortal enemy!

"I don't want to answer your question!" Luo Weiran was shocked, and his body couldn't help but shrink, but she found that he was closer.

She wanted to push him away, but he grabbed her hand and strangled her tightly.

"Zhuang Lei, let me go!" She growled angrily and wanted to slap her, but she couldn't move her hand. "Don't you understand? Love is not possession. You can only make me hate you even more.

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Luo Weiran roared almost every word.

"Love is not possession?" Zhuang Lei continued to pinch her chin, pinching it hard. After a while, her chin was already covered in a large green patch.

"But, in my eyes, getting what you want is real!" As he said that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips accurately.

Luo Weiran tightly closed her lips and gritted her teeth. A feeling of humiliation arose in her heart. Tears fell silently from her big eyes, but she still raised her head to look at the sky and muttered silently, "

Feng Zhaoyong, save me, save me..."

Seeing that she had been resisting, Zhuang Lei pressed his lips slightly, trying to stop her resistance. At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came over...

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