Chapter 1241 Accompany You Every Night

"I don't agree with the breakup!" Maupassant was excited when he heard the breakup.

Like a rough wild wolf, he turned over quickly and pressed Huang Ling under him again.

He grabbed her wrists with both hands and raised her hands above her head, raising them high.

This posture made her chest puff up, making her round breasts even more round.

Maupassant pressed her tightly, his strong chest firmly pressing her round breasts.

The soft feeling made the angry Maupassant's abdomen tighten. He stared at Huang Ling with bloodthirsty eyes and warned her: "If you tell me to break up again, I will make you unable to get out of bed for three days!"

He was so domineering and rough, which made Huang Ling feel terrible.

The tears that had just stopped flowed out again.

She looked at Maupassant with tears in her eyes: "Can you be more domineering? You are no different from a beast!"

Maupassant curled his lips bloodthirstyly: "In front of you, I have to act like an animal to conquer you."

Huang Ling had tears in her eyes and turned her face away from looking at this domineering man.

Maupassant came up, looked into her eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Why break up? Just because I want to sue you? Huang Ling, I provided the evidence for your lawyer."

"No!" When Huang Ling thought of those photos, her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. She cried and said, "It has nothing to do with this!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Your father always hoped that you could be with Aina when he was alive. He liked Aina very much!" Huang Ling looked at Maupassant: "You also like Aina, right?"

"I do not like her!"

"You're lying!" Huang Ling struggled with his raised hands and said angrily: "Don't grab me like this, my bones are about to break!"

"It's his business that my dad likes Aina. I don't like her! Huang Ling, I don't like her!" Maupassant looked into her eyes and said loudly.

"Even if you don't like her, I will break up with you!"

"Give me a reason!"

"I like Cheng Xichen!" Huang Ling just pushed Cheng Xichen to take the blame.

"Cheng Xichen? That pretty boy?" Maupassant's eyes darkened and he stared at Huang Ling dangerously: "You actually like him?"

"He's not a pretty boy. He's about the same age as me. It's because you're old that you think he's a pretty boy!"

"..." Is he old?

"I like him! Those nights when I was in prison, he was the one who accompanied me through those dark, empty and scary nights every night."

Maupassant found it funny: "He spent a few nights with you and you fell in love with him? When Song Wuyou was infected with 'Tian Lei', didn't I stay with you every night?"

Huang Ling looked calm, with a hint of impatience, "Yes, I was also impressed by you, and now I am impressed by Cheng Xichen."

"You deserve to die!" With a heart-burning anger, Maupassant bowed his head and kissed her hard.

This time, there was no tenderness, but a rough nibbling.

There was a fire burning in his chest, boiling with anger.

He didn't believe Huang Ling's words were true, but he was still very angry.

The nibbling was punitive and rough, and Huang Ling's lips felt painful.

After struggling for a while, to no avail, she stopped struggling.

It wasn't like she was crying like she was just now, but she was lying there with an expressionless face, like a corpse.

If he feels like it's a way to vent, then so be it.

If this is the way he loves her, then love her. After loving her, all she gets is hurt——

As if sensing her deep sadness, Maupassant raised his head and looked at her with deep eyes.