Shen Qianshu's long legs were controlled by him, and she had to rely on him with both hands, the familiar taste, even after seven years, still carried a powerful aura, awakening that bizarre memory.

The two were so close to each other, the cold fragrance on her body was tangy, Yeling had thought countless times about what he would do if they met again one day, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and even tied her up and hid her in a place where no one could see her, where there were only him and her.

She was firmly controlled by him, and Shen Qianshu looked at this handsome and somewhat sharp face, and her heart turned a thousand times.

She didn't hate Yeling.

Especially after studying psychology.

She has always refused to admit that she went to study psychology specifically for the sake of Yeling.

She locked up that memory.

Only in this way can I escape from that memory and live a good life with my children.

He and she were just strangers who met in Pingshui. Why keep dwelling?

Seeing the man's gaze swirling back and forth on her, and finally the bloodthirsty eyes finally stayed on her face, Shen Qianshu trembled slightly, and the fear and weakness of heart that could not be said.

"These legs do have other uses, such as walking. His cold eyes carried deep longing, and Shen Qianshu's face burned hot.

Do you want to be so direct?

"Fortunately, everyone is an adult, know the law and abide by the law, don't be so violent. Shen Qianshu showed a flattering smile, but thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

Knowing the law and abiding by the law?

Well?

Very good!

"Before I break your leg, answer me a question, what about my daughter?" asked Yeling in a deep voice.

Daughter?

What daughter?

Where did you hear that? How did I not know that I had a daughter with you?

Shen Qianshu was a little dazed for a while, a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she was soon covered up, she lowered her head slightly, the tip of the man's nose was almost against her chin, and she could only see her slightly trembling eyelashes, as well as a piece of white skin, which looked as well-behaved as a little white rabbit.

She gently tugged at the placket of his clothes, the white shirt felt cold to the touch under her fingertips, and Shen Qianshu had a heartbroken look, "Sir, our daughter has been kidnapped, you save her quickly." ”

Shen Qianshu is very smart, and he knows from Yeling's three or two sentences that Yeling seems to care about his so-called daughter.

In that case, there is no need for her to be polite.

In a small warehouse, two strong men stood guard at the door, one strong man stood guard in the house, and a small milk bag like a pink carving sat obediently on the shabby bed, with a small powder blue schoolbag on the side. The little milk bag is about seven years old, with smart big eyes, curly long eyelashes, white and tender, small arms like lotus roots, and neat and soft short hair, with a delicate feeling that is indistinguishable from male and female.

"Uncle, I'm hungry. He opened his mouth softly, his eyes were pitiful, and he looked particularly desolate, the strong man snorted impatiently, took the two packets of biscuits, and threw them on the table, the little milk bag looked at the biscuits on the table, he carefully tore open the biscuits, and the tears that cried fell down when he said he was crying, and he cried, "I miss Mommy." ”

Beautiful children are always distressing, especially when this child has been tied up for a long time, and he has always been very well-behaved, obedient, and distressing.

It's an obedient meat ticket.

"Don't cry, you'll be able to go home in the evening. A strong man said, trying to be gentle and not to scare the child.

Little Milk looked at him with tears in her eyes, as if she doubted his words, "Really?"

"Really. ”

The little milk bag had a bitter face, "But I'm going to die." ”