MTL - You Used to Be My World-Chapter 22 What are your qualifications?

This love is more rude than the imagination of the Song Mang, and every movement of the man is extremely violent. After the first release of www.zhuishubang.com, after he vented, Song Manman only felt that his body's bones were about to fall apart.

She didn't want to move, just like a dead man with a dull look at the ceiling.

Jiang Yicheng saw her like this. He licked his lips and said, "Song Manman, how do you love to toss that is your business, but some things don't go too far, otherwise it will not be as easy as today. It is solved."

Song Manman didn't want to pay attention to his words, his eyes still looked at the ceiling without hesitation.

And seeing her not talking, Jiang Yicheng took a card from his pocket and placed it on the bedside table. "I have placed the deputy card here. You have to buy something to buy it yourself, and return Ji Yuanchuan's money back."

Although he did not know why Ji Yuanchuan would give money to Song Man, he did not believe what the sender of the position said, and Ji Yuanchuan could not have any physical transactions with Song Man.

But even if he knew that this was the case, his heart was still like a root thorn.

Jiang Yicheng’s words finally gave Song Mang a reaction. She looked over slightly and looked at the shining black card on the table. She looked up and looked at Jiang Yicheng, standing by the bed. There was a cold smile on the ground.

She said: "The president of Jiangda is really generous. I didn't expect that I could sell so much money so much. But I have said it before, I just bite by a dog. How can a bite dog still? Will you give money?"

Song Manman’s passage was extremely slow, but he stabbed him like a sword.

Jiang Yicheng’s face changed dramatically.

The meaning of Song Mangan’s words is how he can’t understand. She is a hacker, a dog, but no longer he is a person related to her. His fists were tightly held together, only to feel that the sarcasm in the woman's eyes was going to make him crazy.

But I don't know how long it took. He slowly released his fist and took a deep breath. He said, "Song Manman, if you think that you are a prostitute, I have nothing to say. I put this money. Here, it is to pay for the rest of your life."

Physical trade, you give the flesh, I naturally want to give you money.

Jiang Yicheng felt that this woman was really crazy, and even more terrible is that he would go crazy with her.

"The next half of my life? Jiang Yicheng, you can think of beauty." Song Manman looked at him with a cold eye and suddenly said: "But your previous words reminded me of one thing, Qiao Xuewei should not know that you still did this with me. More things."

See Song Manman mentioning Qiao Xuewei, Jiang Yicheng’s look is stiff and stiff, he asked, “What do you mean?”

"You have waited for so many years of women, for her to overwhelm my entire Song family, but you still do not content, holding her to leave me here." Song Manman mentioned the past, the smile on the lips "You have been with me for three years, and now you are doing this, are you not afraid of Joe Xuewei thinking about something else?"

It is Jiang Yicheng’s selfish desire to leave Song Man Man here. He and Joe Xuewei always said that they didn’t want to let Song Manman be so simple, and everything he did to Song Mangan had already exceeded the bottom line.

He did torture her, but she also took possession of her again and again. After all, he is not so loyal to Qiao Xuewei's feelings now, but Jiang Yicheng did not dare to admit it.

How can the feelings that have been engraved in my heart for so many years change because of a Song vine? !

Jiang Yicheng thought of this, and there was a trace of anger on his face. He glanced at the Song vine and warned: "If you dare to say anything, I will not let you go."

"I don't think you let me go now." Song Manman sneered at him. "Jiang Yicheng, now is not ancient, you feel that you have the qualification to enjoy the happiness of the people."

What's more, this is not even a good person.