"Mr. Song's Favored Wife Plan" He is a mischievous and silent paranoia patient, and he also loves her to the bone

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He had just come out of a mental hospital and the first thing he did was to kidnap her in the dark of night.

Seven years ago, because she loved dolls so much, in order to make her happy, he became a talented fashion designer step by step, even during his hospitalization, he had the fingers that amazed the world, he painted countless drawings, but he only tailored and sewed for her alone.

He is a perverse and silent extreme paranoid patient, and he is also Song Qingjue, who loves her to the bone.

She did not expect that an encounter seven years ago had created this indistinct relationship today, and she did not expect that she would inadvertently become the whole world of the teenager.

She, Bai Luoluo, an ordinary office worker, her lifelong wish is to want to work well, and then find a boyfriend to talk about marriage, but halfway out of a mental illness, she was actually kidnapped by him! But what kidnapper would be like him? Got up to the hall and got down to the kitchen, gave her a bath, hugged her to sleep, and undressed her.

What shocked her even more was that this gentle kidnapper in front of her not only took the initiative to give her everything he had, but even brought out forced marriage and unpaid dedication?

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At this moment, the door of the ward was opened by someone, and he quickly turned his head to look at it, and saw that Song Qingjue was already dressed neatly, he was wearing a white shirt inside, and the outside was a dark gray down long coat, the posture was still beautiful and straight, Zhilan Yushu was like a tree, the face was as green as a green jade, revealing the ancient elegance, warm as ever, he was still holding a girl in his arms, and she was covered with a thick coat.

Ah Wu immediately recognized her, silently lowered his gaze, and said, "Madame has ordered that if the young master wants to go back, we will send it." His voice fell, but Song Qingjue didn't say a word, just walked to the front, so he hurried to follow the others.

The engine of the car hummed, the neon lights outside the glass shone into his eyes, fine and broken like misty starlight, white network faint, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, her cheeks were warmed by the heat, looking up at him, in the dim darkness I saw that there was a deep pampering in his silhouette, like a wild sea, vaguely floating with unfathomable, his palm caressed her face, and said softly: Sleep a little longer, it is still far from home. ”

She couldn't open her eyes sleepily, she responded with a low voice, put her head back on his neck, as if she had found a comfortable position, and she smiled with satisfaction, and the smile was delicate like a cat, and she slept again.

Song Qingjue stared at her face like a fool, and carefully pressed his lips to the center of her eyebrows, his breathing was extremely disordered, the lights on the street were like shooting stars passing by at once, brilliant and bright, the broken hair in front of his forehead fell into the cold, in the changing light and shadow, the corners of the mouth silently opened a deep arc, slightly twisted, as if twitching in a small way.

The dream was pitch black, she was confused to feel that someone was holding her around, it was between this half dream and half awake, until the skin touched the cold ceramics, as if it were a straight line, frozen straight into the heart, she suddenly gave a cold gag, but still could not see clearly in front of her eyes, the mist only revealed a faint light, she said in a confused and uneasy voice: "Qingjue? ”

There was only dead silence around, the air in the room seemed to be frozen, cold and cold, her heart thumped, subconsciously got up, only to find that her two hands were chained to the water pipe, the chains at the bottom were colliding with each other, her heart was suddenly hanging in her throat, and she was irrepressibly gushing out a chill, struggling in trepidation, her naked feet were constantly rubbing the smooth ceramic, her heart suddenly fell, her mind suddenly regained clarity, she was originally locked in the bathtub, and her eyes were also blindfolded.

But after a while, there were familiar footsteps in her ears, getting closer and closer to her, as if she wanted to step out of a few pits in her, and she suddenly remembered the experience of the last time she left, he locked her in the study, surrounded by vivid puppets, she did not understand what he was going to do this time, the whole person could not help but be extremely vigilant, and like a dazed and helpless little beast shivering, she curled up tightly in the corner, even breathing involuntarily.

He finally stood in front of her, his shirt making a crackling sound, the damp and sticky mist wrapped around her like a snake, like a nightmare swept in, he laughed and said, "Luoluo..." His cool fingertips rubbed her lips, twisted and fascinated, and muttered in a trance: "You make me so sad." ”

He squeezed her jaw, and there was the cold of a thin ice ocean in his voice, like the cold and fierce air surging in the deep well, creepy but strangely gentle: "Dare to get into other men's cars, huh?" He was getting stronger and stronger, with a frenzied frenzy that almost shattered her jaw, and she groaned in pain, the corners of her mouth trembling, but she couldn't say a word.

Song Qingjue's warm eyes bent slightly, like a layer of fine white mist, slowly blooming out of a terrifying frost, the deepest part of the frenzied yin was like a storm, a little bit became shocking, his pupils shrank slightly, like a wolf out of the darkness, empty and terrible, suddenly let go of his hand, and instead picked up a white plastic bucket at her feet, she could only hear the sound of water rippling, and before she could get over, then there was molten slurry like boiling hot water spreading from her feet.

She jumped up violently and screamed with tears in her heart, "Ah——!! ”

But his shoulders sank again, and he pressed her to death, it was not like clear water, sticky and hot, there was a faint smell at the end of his nose, he became like a demon, the corners of his mouth twitched unceasingly, making the originally gentle and clear face even more eerie, and the wind outside the window was loud.

He put his two hands on her shoulders, and the jealousy in his heart was like countless wild beasts tearing and nibbling in his internal organs, he gritted his teeth like a muffled thunder rumbling through the forest, and roared: "Who is Fu Jinyu?!!! ”

His whole body was full of wet and cold anger: "Tell me, why do you want to go with him!" ”