Chapter 132: It's Like Watching a Beast
The long silence of the person in his arms made Chen Jingyuan's breath suddenly become heavier.

Unwilling to answer, unwilling to talk more.

Maybe it involves her privacy, or maybe she still cares about it in her heart, so when it is brought up again after four years, her body will subconsciously reject and avoid it.

When one is at the age of first falling in love, some memories can always be engraved in one's mind in a subtle way.

Chen Jingyuan still remembers that last year in the private room of Sha Tin Racecourse, Prince Zhou induced the young girl to change jobs in front of him.

What are the reasons for the latter's refusal?

Liang Weining said: "China Harbour was my first job after graduation. Just like falling in love, it is often difficult to give up the first relationship."

Almost forgot.

This girl has a first love complex.

Therefore, it is not so easy to wipe a person out from your heart.

Just like the last time I went back to Beijing, I saw the scene through the back seat window: a milk tea shop, a glass door, and wind chimes under the eaves.

Young men and women, what a beautiful picture.

At that time, he was just a spectator.

The study was extremely quiet. The little girl stood motionless in front of Mr. Chen. To be exact, because she was firmly restrained by that strong arm, she was half leaning in his arms in a slightly stiff posture.

Sensitive to smelling unusual atmosphere.

The vague sense of oppression comes from the silent man in front of her.

She concentrated and held her breath, trying to speak softly: "Would you consider hiring a new teacher? I am really not suitable to continue-"

"Using honorifics again." Chen Jingyuan interrupted in a cold voice.

The girl fell silent immediately.

He raised his arm and grabbed the back of her neck, applying a little force, forcing her close to his breathing area.

Chen Jingyuan lowered his head and pursed his chin, his thin lips touching her temples and eyebrows, and asked calmly, "What are you so nervous about?"

No, not nervous.

I raised my eyes to look at him, but the kiss pressed down on me.

She closed her eyes reflexively, letting her heartbeat move down with his hot breath, slowly falling into the bottomless abyss.

This seizure should have been tender.

But the strength of his grip on her waist revealed the hidden violence of the person who was exerting it.

The gentleman was displeased.

For unknown reasons, she was punished in this way.

Although he guessed that it might be related to the previous topic, Liang Weining still felt confused and bewildered.

Why are you angry?

Puppy love?

Misty water accumulated in her eyes, gradually wetting her eye sockets. The little girl was forced to endure it. Mr. Chen's possessiveness without any grace made her feel afraid again.

If she hadn't retained a bit of rationality at the last moment, she would not have been able to leave the study room at noon today.

After all, he wasn't so stupid as to really want her.

The little girl sat on the messy desk with documents, tears rolling down her face. Several buttons on her clothes had broken off, and the outer layer of tulle on her skirt had been torn out of shape.

All of the above are Mr. Chen’s masterpieces.

The strange thing is that even though she was so wronged, he didn't even bother to comfort her.

No coaxing.

She cried even harder.

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In front of the dark-colored desk with bird patterns, Chen Jingyuan sat indifferently on a solid wooden chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers on the back of the chair, which he had not lit.

Just sit there with a calm face and watch her cry.

Tears flowed out of his eyes like they were free. It was hard to tell how much of it was acting, but it was indeed useful.

If the little girl hadn't been so emotional and reminded him in time, she was still on her period and couldn't be touched.

First love is a fact, what's the point of being angry?

Why lose control and scare people to the point of shaking all over, or even looking at him in an unprecedented way?

It's like looking at an animal.

Chen Jingyuan rarely showed a hint of self-mockery.

He was mocked for being over 30 and falling for a girl in her early 20s. The half-immature soul was so tempting that an unconscious past event could easily stir up his mood swings.

Until this moment, the depression has not dissipated.

He had to find a way to cut open her heart, clean it, and make it pure until it could only hold him.

Mr. Chen is by no means a saint. Liang Weining was "fortunate" to be the first person to experience his cruelty to women.

In fact, sometimes, when she was confused, it was also a disguised way of protecting herself. At least when she was bullied, the worst that could happen was that she would just shed a few tears and forget about it.

The geese pass by without leaving a trace. When I woke up the next day, it was another beautiful and sunny day.

Mr. Chen was left alone and exhausted.

One thing brings down another thing.

The stalemate lasted until dinner time, and Uncle Ming knocked on the door, asking if dinner should be delayed.

The little girl straightened up quickly and blurted out, "No need."

Even though her voice was hoarse, she never forgot to grasp at the life-saving straw.

Apparently, the butler outside the door heard something strange about the girl and understood instantly.

Quietly retreat.

I instructed the kitchen downstairs to postpone the serving of the meal by twenty minutes.

There was no movement for a long while, and Liang Weining knew that the old man must be thinking something wrong.

I lowered my eyes, feeling tired.

After a moment of silence, the noble figure sitting on the solid wooden chair slowly stood up, and the pipe in his hand was broken and crushed into the ashtray.

The girl tilted her head and stared at his hands with strong knuckles.

How could someone who lives a life of luxury and perfection without a single flaw be so vicious on weekdays? I have no idea.

Just as she was about to look away, a large shadow suddenly fell over her head. The man held her waist and hips with his strong arms, and carried her down with an expressionless face, and stood still.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Jingyuan said in a low voice, "Haven't you tried enough before?"

After saying this, the little girl's face turned mature.

It was the routine procedure. Without saying a word, he helped her adjust her skirt. Her top was missing three buttons and could not be worn anymore. Mr. Chen's eyes fell on a part of her that was most beautiful, and his breathing was so steady that it was heart-pounding.

It wasn't steady, it was an abrupt stop.

The man was holding his breath.

Liang Weining raised his hand to cover it, turned his face away and said sullenly: "You pay for it."

The desire is pulled back.

He chuckled.

The little girl is getting smarter and smarter. Now she knows how to act with moderation and control him.

"How do I compensate?" Chen Jingyuan lowered his eyes to the ground, and looked at the shiny buttons scattered on the carpet. He slowly bent down to pick them up, opened the drawer next to him, and threw them in.

There were a few clicks and crisp sounds.

It seemed as if a string in my brain broke and my heart skipped a beat for unknown reason. Before I could react, I heard a crisping sound and my clothes were completely torn to pieces in Mr. Chen's hands.

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The little girl stared at him stupidly.

Slip of the tongue.

Lunch was postponed for twenty minutes, the housekeeper was very sensible, intending to remind the Chen family that they had strict upbringing, and hinting that the gentleman should not be too absurd.

In this study, there is an inscription written by the man from Taiping Mountain, majestically hanging on the wall behind Chen Jingyuan.

——Restrain yourself and return to propriety

Just looking at the end of the wolf-hair brush, the momentum is as heavy as a mountain, which is enough to make people feel terrified.

But Mr. Chen treats it as nothing.

He picked up the thin blanket on the couch and wrapped the girl in it, then walked out of the door with a dignified manner, holding the soft and sweet girl in his arms, and came to the bedroom at the end of the corridor, her room.

The closet is always well organized and never left empty because the owner is away from home temporarily.

Liang Weining sat in front of the floor-length mirror, surrounded by someone behind her. The arm passed over her ear and selected clothes for her one by one.

I feel depressed today.

Even what to wear is decided by Mr. Chen.

The aesthetic of a mature man in his thirties, he finally changed into a smoky pink knee-length dress.

The style is simple, and nothing that should be exposed is exposed at all. The semi-transparent soft lace neckline design just covers up the ambiguous traces before the *.

The little girl looked at him silently for a while, turned around with a pout, and hugged the man's thin waist with a whimper, saying that she was not satisfied.

"Be good, just this one." Chen Jingyuan rubbed her hair with his palm and spoke in a gentle voice again.

The girl's peaceful smile is reflected in the mirror.

How can I not be satisfied?

Mr. Chen likes it.