What made her most uncomfortable was that her wrists were still pinched, and before she could catch her breath, the bodyguards lifted her off the ground.

She still had that poker face, and the sunglasses on her face reflected her embarrassment.

The speed when she fell to the ground was so fast that she had no time to dodge. Her forehead was bruised and blood oozed from her white skin.

This was the first time in her life that she was injured, and the injury was so undignified that she fell to the ground on all fours.

She had never bled before when she practiced Taekwondo, let alone her normal life, she had never encountered anyone who threw her hard.

Miss Lin, who had always been proud, suddenly felt fear and panic in her heart.

Afraid of being beaten to death by the big man in front of me.

The bodyguard didn't take any further action, but instead let go of her.

Another bodyguard stepped forward, and the two men blocked her way again. Their voices were cold: "Ms. Lin, please go back to your room."

Lin Qianqian was frightened, her almond-shaped eyes rounded, her red lips pursed, and she turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

After entering, she closed the door and locked it.

The whole person seemed to be falling apart, and his body slid down the door, holding his head with both hands, his whole body trembling, and he burst into tears in panic.

What happened in the past few days was beyond her knowledge and ability to bear in the past nineteen years.

Originally, she lived in an upper-class society with noble etiquette, and her interactions with others were extremely harmonious and harmonious.

Even if you hate someone to death, you will not quarrel or fight with them, you will only speak sarcastically.

Otherwise, you will deliberately try to harm the other person, making others feel embarrassed, and then retreat when you see the difficulty.

When I was a child, I practiced Taekwondo purely for fun. Later, I did it for physical fitness and had no experience in fighting at all.

The only fight that could be described as a fight was the fight with Yan Mubei in the past two days.

However, even in his rage, Yan Mubei never dealt harshly to her.

Being thrown was a huge blow to Lin Qianqian.

Especially after being traumatized one after another, her self-esteem was scarred as never before.

Grief, sadness, and fear surged in her heart, like huge waves rushing towards her body, annihilating her strength.

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Yan Mubei put down his cell phone, with a ghastly look on his face, and some vague speculations in his mind.

He walked around Erlang's feet and stared coldly at the people in front of him, but his thoughts drifted to the phone call just now.

She...is crying again?

Just letting her stay in the villa for a few days can make her do something stupid like kidnapping the maid.

Lin Qianqian, do you really want to leave me?

Yan Mubei's face was not pretty, with a bit of coldness on his face, and he tapped the table with his index finger.

The sound of knocking made everyone nearby hold their breath and concentrate.

"Young Master Yan?" Deng Liang stepped forward and asked cautiously: "He fainted, what should we do next?"

After saying that, he looked at the man who was hung up in front of him.

The man's skin and flesh were torn apart by the long whip, and blood flowed from the wound and dripped all over the floor.

His head was hanging down, he had fainted because he could not bear the torture.

The bodyguard slowly put away his whip and looked at Yan Mubei, waiting for his instructions.

"Bury it."

"Yes." Then two bodyguards came forward, untied the hanging man, sealed it in a bag.

Seeing them deal with a large living person so ruthlessly and calmly, the man curled up on the ground next to him was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

He didn't dare to say anything and burrowed into the crowd, trying hard to hide his body.
Chapter completed!