Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Relying on his intimacy, Shen Zhi Qiao's heart skipped a beat as he raised his neck, bowing even tighter to Su Chen.

Of course, her actions seemed to have angered the man on the surface.

He let out a roar and slammed his fist into the pillow on the side of her head.

He stopped breathing and looked at Shen Zhi Qiao fearfully.

His appearance could be said to be terrifying.

He had scarlet eyes, a twisted handsome face, a tight chin, and veins bulging on his neck.

It was as if every part of him was showing his patience.

But immediately after, he pulled her body away and jumped off the bed in an unhurried manner. He even prepared to walk out in that untidy set of clothes.

He didn't know where the courage came from, but Shen Zhi Qiao abruptly got up and ran over to hug his waist, "Ah Jing, don't go. It's my birthday today. Why don't you stay with me?!"

Qi Mujing suddenly trembled at her tearful voice, he could feel how tightly she hugged him.

Clenching his fists, Qi Mujing closed his eyes. After a while, he let out a sigh and patted the hand on his waist.

The coldness of the tentacles caused him to immediately turn around and lift her up. He placed her inside the curtain and pulled the blanket over her body.

However, in the next moment, she wilfully lifted up her blanket and showed it to him without any hesitation.

Qi Mujing's throat tightened, and once again, he reached out to grab the blanket and prepared to cover her. She suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Qi Mujing felt a chill run down his spine, and his deep pupils darkened, "Zhi-er, don't mess around!"

As he spoke, he tried to push her away.

Shen Zhiqiao, on the other hand, rode on top of him before him.

He also really wanted her, right? Otherwise, why would he be here …

Thinking this way, he felt more confident.

Thus, she raised her head to kiss his lips and whispered, "Jing, you want me …"

Qi Mujing was greatly shaken. Suddenly, as if he had touched something that he loathed the most, he ruthlessly threw her away. At the same time, he left her side, striding towards the outside of the room.

"Qi Mujing, stop!" Shen Zhiqiao shouted with tears in his eyes.

She did not care about being reserved and took the initiative to ask for joy, but she actually got him to turn around and leave without a shred of mercy.

He clearly missed her, but after doing so many charming actions towards her, he abandoned her.

She really didn't understand …

Qi Mujing paused in her steps, trying to calm down as much as possible, "Zhi-er, take a rest first, I'll have the kitchen send some food over later. You haven't eaten all day, be careful of your health …"

The last word was still floating in the room, but he was no longer there.

Looking at the empty room, Shen Zhi Qiao finally broke down. He cried as he hugged his pillow and smashed it, "Qi Mu Jing, you bastard, bastard …"

East Tomb Street.

Shen crossed the street with his arms crossed, then walked down the street again.

After going back and forth a few times, she stood at the entrance of the men's club.

He frowned as he looked at the card handle of the men's prison. Suddenly, his heart was filled with grief.

It was only then that she discovered that apart from the duke's manor, she actually didn't have a single place to go to in such a large Eastern Tomb City.

As for this men's prison, Nan Yue was fine before.

Now that Nan Yue had already married into the Duke Yuan Palace, it seemed like she wouldn't be able to come to the men's prison.

Sighing dejectedly, he lowered his head and turned around, preparing to leave.

"Young Master Shen, since you're here, why don't you come in and take a seat?" The voice came from above.

Young Master Shen?!

Shen Zhi Qiao lowered his head to look at the man dressed as a man, and raised his head to look.

The light in his eyes shifted slightly. It was Vietnam, and he still hadn't left.

When she realized that she had nowhere else to go and that she didn't want to return to the house of the Marquis, she did as she was told and entered.

In Nan Yue's room.

Shen Zhi Qiao laid weakly on the table, as though he was crippled.

Viet Nam glanced at her and poured himself a cup of water to drink. She did not say anything, and he did not take the initiative to say anything. His eyes were glued to the purple curtain, looking lonely and deep.

"Yuejian, why aren't you leaving?!" Shen Zhiqiao tilted his head and looked at him.

Actually, there was no need to think to know why he hadn't left. It was just that she really needed someone to talk to her, no matter what she said.

Only then did Viet Nam turn his gaze to Shen Zhiqiao, "The men's prison is Yue'er's doing. The only thing I can do is protect it." "Moreover, I firmly believe that she will return …"

Bang!

Shen Zhi Qiao jumped in fright. He immediately straightened his body and looked towards the door.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Speak of the devil, the devil is here!"

"Yue'er?!" Yue Qian was clearly more excited than Shen Zhi Qiao. With a face full of surprise, she walked up to him, "You, why are you here?!"

Nan Yue glanced at him indifferently, then went around him and sat down on a stool beside Shen Zhiqiao, "If you want to come back, then come back."

Her voice was somewhat low.

Recalling the sudden appearance of the number one beauty at her wedding banquet, Shen Zhiqiao rolled his eyes and exchanged gazes with Vietnam for a second.

Then he immediately dragged the chair close to her.

At the same time, Vietnam also sat on the other side of her.

"Yue Yue …" As soon as Shen Zhi Qiao opened his mouth, he was stopped by her.

"Can you talk properly?" Nan Yue touched her arm, "And Yue, do you see the goosebumps on my body?!"

Black lines appeared on Shen Zhiqiao's face.

She had thought that she had been bullied in the Prince's Mansion, but now, it seemed that it would be good if she, Nan Yue, did not bully others. When would it be her turn to be bullied?!

Nan Yue glanced at her, "From the looks of your desire, could it be that Marquis Zhong Lie has not satisfied you?!"