97. No one loves you more than I do

 Ding Xiang's eyes lit up: "Who dares to kill a female devil like me without blinking an eye?"

"Others don't dare, but I do."

Ding Xiang nodded his eyebrows: "You are so bad... From now on, whatever you say is what I will listen to you."

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate, Chu Wenxuan was a little surprised. Of course, what was even more surprised was the lackeys of Yanyutang, who swallowed their throats one by one.

Ye Chenghuan was busy flirting with the little beauty, and when he turned around, he realized that he had ignored the beautiful anchor. Ding Xiang suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Who are you..." Chu Wenxuan asked without knowing why.

Ding Xiang shuddered, and let go of Ye Cheng Huan's hand as if she had received an electric shock. Her beautiful eyes were full of confusion. She was afraid that she would think too much, but she didn't know how to explain their relationship. She didn't want to affect him because of herself, so she carefully considered her words and said, "Ms. Chu, don't get me wrong. We are just ordinary friends, or even brothers."

"Who said that!" Ye Cheng Huan frowned, and took Ding Xiang into his arms, saying in a strong tone, "She is my lover!"

Ding Xiang was stunned, looking up at his profile, and the charming angular lines seemed extremely tough at this moment.

Since she met Ye Cheng Huan, she has never been able to find her place in terms of feelings. She does not agree with the secular terms such as lover, mistress, and mistress, because she feels that her feelings for him far exceed those meanings. Or it can be said that in terms of feelings, she is a woman without any status, perhaps just a symbol at most.

I didn't expect Ye Cheng Huan to give me a status in front of others today, lover.

These two short words transcended the worldly clichés, surpassed thousands of words, and hit the softest part of her body at once.

Ding Xiang's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and at this moment, she was moved.

Chu Wenxuan was even more surprised: "You... don't you have a wife?"

"Yes, but a wife is not equal to a lover, understand?" Ye Chenghuan said lightly.

Chu Wenxuan felt that his situation was very embarrassing. If he asked further, he didn't know what he would say, so he had to force a smile.

Chu Wenxuan, who was as smart as ice and snow, certainly could not fail to see Ding Xiang's background. Even if he didn't think she was a gangster sister, he knew that she was definitely not as simple as a bar owner, but she was unwilling and even disdainful to have any intersection with such a woman from the bottom of her heart, and just said lightly: "Thank you for today's work. It's late, I won't bother you."

She pursed her lips and turned to leave.

After getting on a taxi, my mind was full of the intimate appearance of Ye Chenghuan and Dingxiang. For some reason, my heart suddenly became empty, and nothing could fill it.

She raised her head and looked at the blurred scenery outside the car window in a daze. She tasted a bitter taste at the corner of her mouth. What was this feeling? Even she herself couldn't explain it clearly...

Ye Chenghuan was lying on a large soft bed, with dark red velvet under her body, which felt as soft as a girl's skin.

He held a crystal clear martini glass in his hand. The red wine in the glass was just warmed by his palm, and the overflowing fruity aroma lingered in his nose.

But he didn't drink it, because he was concentrating on looking at the woman in front of him.

A woman like an ice sculpture!

Dingxiang's face was red, and she plunged into his arms and touched his stubbled chin, "You are so lustful, the way you look at me is so scary."

Ye Chenghuan laughed and reached out to pat her hips.

Ding Xiang pouted her lips and said unwillingly, "No one dares to hit me in my whole life. What do you think I should do?"

Ye Cheng Huan raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

Ding Xiang's eyes moved to his lower body and made a scissors hand gesture.

"Can we not scare people like this?" Ye Cheng Huan subconsciously covered his hand.

Ding Xiang giggled and turned her beautiful eyes: "Let me bite you, just a small bite."

"How did the little goblin become a little bitch?"

Ding Xiang snorted, suddenly grabbed his arm and bit it.

Ye Cheng Huan thought she was joking, but he didn't expect that this bite was so painful. He frowned and didn't move, looking at her quietly.

Ding Xiang slowly raised her head, licked the blood on the edge of her mouth, her eyes full of tears, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Cheng Huan smiled faintly and nodded.

"I want you to remember this feeling for the rest of your life, and remember me for the rest of your life!"

Ye Chenghuan was speechless for a long time, and pinched her cheeks, "I will."

"We agreed that a lifetime is a lifetime, not a minute less or a second less." At this point, tears welled up.

Ye Chenghuan understood her feelings, that was a deep fear, the fear of losing the one she loved one one day.

He suddenly turned over and pressed Dingxiang down, staring into her eyes, and declared to the woman under him in a manly manner: "Listen to me, a lifetime is not enough, I want forever!"

Dingxiang bit her lower lip and held him for a kiss.

After a stormy kiss, Ding Xiang panted and said, "I was born of a bitch. You can treat me as a bitch or whatever you want, but don't ever think of dumping me. I will follow you forever and ever in this life or the next."

"Stop talking!" Ye Cheng Huan's voice startled Ding Xiang, "You are not a bitch, you are my princess, the most beautiful and charming princess. If anyone dares to say you are a bitch in the future, I will kill him!"

Ding Xiang was still crying, but her face was full of a happy smile. She hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away if she let go.

Ye Cheng Huan pushed her heavily onto the bed, his eyes full of bloodshot, and said word by word, "My princess, I want to occupy your beauty!"

The window frame was rustling in the night wind, and a pot of bright red roses on the windowsill was in full bloom...

Ye Cheng Huan walked out of his confusion with vigor. Thinking of Ding Xiang's sore body that she was too lazy to even move her eyelids, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched himself and took a breath of the light fragrance of the grass in the early morning of the weekend, and all his fatigue was swept away.

After a night of hard work, his stomach was a little flat, and it was time to replenish his energy.

He drove back to Victoria and prayed that Aunt Wan had prepared a delicious breakfast. He vowed never to see the life of cold bread and frozen beer again.

The car stopped on the neatly trimmed lawn. Ye Chenghuan suddenly felt something in his heart. His intuition told him that there seemed to be some unexpected danger hidden in the quiet air!

He didn't hide or hide. He got out of the car and walked towards the villa as usual, pushing open the white painted carved door.

He was right. The danger came from inside the villa. There were several masked men in black who were busy looking for something. When they heard the noise, they stopped, turned around, and looked back. The moment their eyes met Ye Chenghuan's, everyone's eyes were full of surprise!

Ye Chenghuan quickly took a glance and saw eight people in eight different positions. One of them was holding a double-barreled shotgun and seemed to be the leader of the gang. Two of them were unarmed, and the rest were using knives.

He obviously didn't like these uninvited guests very much. He said with a dark face: "Before I get angry, tell me what's going on!"

The man with the gun was the first to get rid of his astonishment. He stared at Ye Chenghuan and said in a deep voice: "I wanted to kill you and play with your wife by the way. I didn't find your wife, but you came to my door."

He waved his hand, and the others approached quietly with knives.

The masked man raised his gun at the same time.

Ye Chenghuan was already itching to do it, but he still patiently asked, "Are you from the Qinghong Gang?"

The masked man rolled his eyes and said in a strange voice, "You are a good man. Anyway, you are dead, so I might as well tell you that you won the first prize, and the boss asked us to give you a generous gift. I heard that your wife is a beautiful CEO, and everyone in the gang is rushing to kill you and humiliate your CEO wife. Unfortunately, you are not lucky enough today."

Ye Chenghuan realized that the Qinghong Gang must have known that he helped Dingxiang kill Nie Hongfei. It was not so easy to deal with Dingxiang, so they came to him to seek revenge. He had thought of this a long time ago. It is natural to kill someone and pay for his life, but he did not expect that the Qinghong Gang would ignore the rule of "not harming his wife and children" and threaten his "family", especially Lin Peishan, which made him very upset.

"Humiliation? Are you talking about yourself!"

The masked man gnashed his teeth: "You are still stubborn when you are about to die." He pointed the gun at Ye Chenghuan.

Ye Chenghuan stared at his own reflection on the other person's retina, which suddenly changed from clear to blurry and then clear again.

He ignored the masked man's gun. He lowered his eyebrows and strode towards the muzzle, while carrying a bone-piercing black tide, pressing over like a tidal wave.

An unprecedented coldness instantly penetrated the masked man's body. Every muscle and nerve of his was out of control. His fingers were stiff as if it was minus 100 degrees. Ye Chenghuan seemed to be magnified a hundred times in an instant, and everyone was shrouded in his shadow.

The masked man's eyes were a little dull, and he swallowed his throat with great difficulty. The joints of his legs suddenly made a cracking sound, and then he knelt down without any feeling.

What happened in an instant, why did he do such an incredible thing, he had no time to think about it, because his brain was occupied by two words: death!

Even when he really faced bullets and blades, he had never been so afraid of death as he was now. Fear was like a fierce monster that plunged into his body and devoured his residual soul mercilessly. 

His fingers mechanically rested on the cold muzzle of the gun, trying to use the last bit of strength he had left to end everything he was facing. If it lasted even a second longer, he would have collapsed.