Could it be that he had sadistic tendencies? Ya Ling frowned in dissatisfaction and opened her eyes unhappily, looking at the man in front of her. She was sitting on the ground, and the man was looking down at her. Two strands of his black hair hung down and covered his forehead, making him look extremely handsome. However, her deep blue eyes emitted a strong murderous light, making her feel that she was just prey in his hands!
Prey! This thought made her smile again, but it was also cold and devoid of warmth. She decided to remain silent. She wanted to see what this dangerous man wanted to do to her!
Leng Moyan's body emitted a cold air that almost froze. Even the air around him had a dangerous aura. He thought that this woman would be afraid, or at least look terrified, but she was so calm as if nothing had happened. What was even more hateful was that she could still laugh!
"How can a maid sit in the same car as her master!”The first step of humiliating her had begun. Take this. Leng Moyan easily walked past her and got into the car with his asura-like steps.
"Drive!" With those two short words, he did not look at her again. The car started and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
What a big spendthrift, holding such a grand banquet just to celebrate getting a maid! Ya Ling's smile didn't fade, and even Otomo, who was standing beside her, could clearly feel her sarcasm.
Not only was Otomo Leng Moyan's bodyguard, but he was also Leng Moyan's trouble-maker.
"Er-Madam, your car is over there!”Of course, Otomo knew about the photo. After hesitating for a while, he still chose to address her as Madam.
Such a beautiful girl and the CEO should have been a match made in heaven. What a pity…
Shaking his head, he quietly waited for Ya Ling's response.
It seemed that Leng Moyan didn't plan to abandon his maid! Following the direction that Otomo was pointing at, she saw the car. Although it wasn't as luxurious as Leng Moyan's car, it was still a luxury car. It was more than enough to carry a maid.
Ya Ling used her hands to support her body. Leng Moyan's pull had caused her knee to hit the ground. The wound was bleeding and there was a sharp pain. Her back felt like it was about to break.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stand up.
" Wifey…" Otomo felt tender and protective towards the fairer sex. He reached out to help her.
Ya Ling stubbornly avoided him and refused his help. She limped to the car. The days in the future won't be easy. Be stronger, Tong Yaling!
It was already the second half of the night when they returned to the Leng residence. The house was still brightly lit, and it was filled with luxury and nobility. However, there were too many black and white decorations and furniture, making the whole house less warm.
In the spacious hall, a crystal lamp emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire space. Around the hall, there were some exquisitely crafted shelves. On them were some exquisite vases, sculptures, models, and many high-end red wines.
In the middle of the hall, there was a set of black Swiss leather sofas, surrounded by a crystal glass coffee table. There was a person sitting on a single sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand, which was filled with blood-red wine.#
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