Chapter two hundred and fortieth five: the same end
She walked to the bed and just picked up Yan Siming just drank the bowl of chicken soup, was ready to clean up, and suddenly tightened on the waist. Then, the whole person was fell to the bed vigorously.
Yan Siming used a lot of strength this time. Xia Mengying turned his head and only felt dizzy. What he saw was dark in front of his eyes, and his ears were familiar phone ringtones.
What happened to come over, Yan Siming's tall figure had already overlapped.
Xia Meng was shocked and was about to get up, but Yan Siming quickly pressed her on her, holding her arms with both hands, and at the same time, she pressed Xia Mengli's drastic struggle.
"Yan Siming, you are abnormal, want--"
Xia Mengling's face is iron -blue, her clear eyes are bright and bright, full of anger, and strong fear.
Before her words were finished, Yan Siming smiled, and she had seal her soft lips.
Yan Siming's kiss, such as the storm of the wind, was fierce, with a strong anger, his cold eyes, and the fierce beast ran out again, violent and violent, not giving Xia Mengling any chance to struggle.
Xia Mengying's eyes are also cold, and deep in the eyes, like a fire is jumping, the burning is getting stronger and more vigorous.
Bringing his lips, his cold eyes were more determined than just now, and he did not give Yan Siming any opportunity to obtain in -depth.
Even if both hands and feet are bound, Xia Mengying still has not stopped struggling. Xu is because of anger, and it may be because he is too hard because he is struggling.
, Can drip bleeding, but no matter how hard she is, it is still impossible to move from Yan Siming for half a point.
Yan Siming's tongue rolled around Xia Mengling's lips, but how did he pick beans, Xia Mengying's mouth was still not loosened, and those eyes could not see the slightest emotion. What he could see was humiliation.
Angry and unwilling.
Yan Siming's more annoyed, would she be with Ning Ziqian as if she was with Ning Ziqian?
Xia Mengying's two hands were fastened by Yan Siming on the top of his head. Because of the severe struggle, his sleeves had been stunned to his elbows, white arms, and you could clearly see your fingers marks, and injuries on his forehead.
The same, it has become black purple.
Yan Siming put her two hands together and held it firmly with one hand. The other hand stunned the blue tendons of Xia Mengling's arms, Xia Mengling had pain in pain, and hard work.
With a groaning, Yan Siming quickly found the opportunity, flexibly leaned the tongue in.
Yan Siming knew that Xia Mengying would definitely be unwilling, and the facts were true. Xia Mengying wanted to bite him every time, but she was flexibly avoided by him.
Then, then
Xia Mengling's eyes widened, and the clear and bright eyes permeated, and soon tears flowed out.
Yan Siming looked at it for a while, and a moment of stun, although Xia Mengying's mouth did not move, but did not give up struggle. Her leg was pressed by Yan Si Ming, and she couldn't move at all.
In my hand.
After all, Xia Mengying has been practiced. Although Yan Siming's skills are better than her, he is more powerful than her, but now he only controls her with one hand. Xia Mengying's struggle has never stopped.
For a moment, Xia Mengying was undoubtedly a good opportunity. Xia Mengying's hands finally took off from the restraint of Yan Siming. Once again, she thought of the gunshot wounds on Yan Siming's waist, and there was a trace of her eyes that flashed her eyes.
All of this is he forced himself.
Xia Mengying glanced at Yan Siming's waist, clenched her right hand into a fist, and hit his wound with all her strength. Xia Mengying hit him accurately. After a while, blood seeped out of Yan Siming's body.
Bright hospital gown.
Yan Siming snorted, but beyond Xia Mengying's expectation, he did not let go or let go. Seeing that he still didn't let go of her, Xia Mengying wanted to continue, but when she tried to exert force, her right hand was already
He held it firmly.
How could she forget how strong this man's perseverance is!
Xia Mengying turned her head and met Yan Siming's eyes. They were cold, bloodthirsty and cruel, as if they wanted to swallow her up. Xia Mengying's heart trembled, and she became more and more frightened.
Severe pain suddenly came from her body, Xia Mengying frowned, and the salty smell of blood was on her lips.
Yan Siming was like a mad beast. This time, he would not give Xia Mengying any chance. His hands were like iron walls, trapping Xia Mengying tightly. When Xia Mengying could hardly breathe,
His lips finally left Xia Mengying's lips, but moved downwards more sinisterly.
"Yan Siming, you pervert, let me go!"
Yan Siming remained unmoved.
"Do you think that if you do this, I will leave Ning Ziqian and be with you? In your dreams, even if all the men in the world die, I would rather live alone than with you!"
Yan Siming finally raised his head and glanced at Xia Mengying. The smile on his lips was cold and cruel, "At least, you will have knots in your hearts. You love Ning Ziqian so much, why would you be willing to put a button on his head?"
What about a large order of cuckolds?”
Xia Mengying gritted her teeth, her eyes widened and almost burst into flames, "Yan Siming, if I kill you, I will definitely kill you!"
"As long as you have the ability."
Yan Siming chuckled softly. The moment he lowered his head, when he saw the pinch marks on Xia Mengying's neck, his eyes darkened. He leaned over and bit the side of her neck. Xia Mengying's whole body was resisting.
, she regrets, she really regrets!
From beginning to end, she should not have gone to Xicheng, and today, she should not have come to the hospital.
In the ward, her cell phone rang again, with the same ringtone as before. At this time, it was almost dinner time, but she hadn't gone to Ning Ziqian's company yet. He must be worried.
Xia Mengying called for help. Perhaps the soundproofing effect of the ward was so good that no one came.
Just when Xia Mengying was so desperate that she wanted to die with Yan Siming, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a stunned Wang Lin stood at the door.
Xia Mengying's mind turned over and over again, "Ning Ziqian, why are you here? Please help me!"
When Yan Siming heard that it was Ning Ziqian, he turned around subconsciously. Xia Mengying took a deep breath, suddenly opened his hand, and pressed his knee hard against his wound. Yan Siming groaned,
Xia Mengying took this opportunity to push him away suddenly, slapped Yan Siming hard on the face, and then stood up as quickly as possible. She didn't even have time to tidy up her clothes, picked up the bag on the sofa and tightened it.
As I held it, my hands were obviously shaking, and my whole body seemed to be shaking.
She didn't look at Yan Siming again. When she walked to Wang Lin, she glanced at her astonished face, with deep resentment and fear still remaining in her eyes, "Don't lend him your phone to make calls in the future."
Telephone."
Her voice was cold and trembling. After speaking, she ran away in a hurry without looking back.