Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 217 This Woman Is Unlucky

Ling Zhen's heart trembled, and she guessed Tang Shuya's intention. She struggled to get up, but Tang Shuya raised his legs and pressed her body down.

"Tang Shuya, are you crazy? There are other people here. Do you really have no sense of shame?"

Ling Zhen didn't want to provoke him, but in this situation he couldn't help but yell at him.

She believed that there was nothing Tang Shuya would not dare to do, he was just a lunatic!

Tang Shuya frowned, his face darkening instantly. He turned around and said to the bodyguards, "You guys go out first."

The bodyguards had wanted to escape from this place for a long time, and they all hurried out when they heard it.

Such a large factory can only accommodate Ling Yuan, Tang Shuya and Han Su.

The air seemed to become suddenly compressed, making it hard to breathe.

There was only the occasional sound of wind and faint breathing.

Tang Shuya glanced at Han Su lying on the ground, his expression cold and cruel. "Han Su, open your eyes and see what expression the woman you like has under me."

Before Han Su could say anything, Ling Zhen's pupils constricted, and he pushed Tang Shuya away with both hands, "Tang Shuya, you are a pervert!"

"Yes, I am a pervert. I want you two to remember what happened today every time you see each other. Whenever I think of your expressions, I find it very funny."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shuya grabbed her wrists with one hand and pulled them over her head, then used the other hand to pull off her clothes.

"Pervert, pervert!"

Ling Zhen was shocked and frightened, and his shrill voice almost broke.

Knowing that Tang Shuya was intentionally humiliating him, he had no choice but to repeat the two curse words.

"Mr. Tang, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. You can punish me however you want, but Miss Ling is truly innocent. Please let her go..."

There was still blood at the corner of Han Su's mouth, and even though his hands and feet were tied, he was still able to move.

He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he propped himself up, knelt on the ground, used his knees as legs, and walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my body, probably a broken rib.

Han Su's face twisted into a ball. The pain was like a sharp steel needle, piercing his nerves mercilessly. Cold sweat poured down his face. He couldn't help but bend over in pain, and finally fell slowly to the ground, motionless.

"Han Su, Han Su——"

Ling Zhen screamed, her eyes turned red, and her lips twitched involuntarily several times.

Tang Shuya listened to Ling Yuan's shrill screams, remained silent, and stared at her intently.

Ling Zhen looked at him in horror, and his gaze met a pair of sinister ones. His scalp went numb from being stared at by that terrifying gaze, and a strong fear suddenly welled up in his eyes.

The man tore her clothes without hesitation or effort, revealing her crescent-shaped white shoulders.

She suddenly burst into tears, struggled desperately, and cried, "No, Tang Shuya, don't do this."

"Ling Zhen, hold back your tears. I've said that as my toy, even if it's torn and broken, it's still mine. I can throw you away, but I won't let you run away on your own, let alone let others get their hands on you."

Tang Shuya's face became even colder, and his voice became deep, like a ghost in the world.

The strength of men and women cannot be compared at all.

Her struggles were useless in the man's grip.

Ling Zhen looked at Han Su lying there, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. He curled up involuntarily and bit Tang Shuya's shoulder fiercely.

Tang Shuya froze for a moment, but still refused to let go. He leaned over, his low, hoarse voice filled with a hint of morbid madness, "Harder, harder, as hard as I am. Isn't this good for us?"

Ling Zhen paused, but couldn't bite anymore.

She slowly opened her mouth and begged desperately with tears in her eyes, "Tang Shuya, I beg you, I'll go back with you. You can do whatever you want to me. Just send the person to the hospital first, okay? What if someone dies..."

Before she could finish her words, Tang Shuya's eyes turned red and he interrupted her coldly, "Do you care about him that much?"

Ling Zhen raised his head and looked at him in disbelief. "I'm not concerned about him, it's you who's abnormal! Do you know what you're doing?"

Tang Shuya brushed his thumb across her lips, wiping away the blood on them, and laughed wantonly, "I'm not normal, and I can't control myself now. So Ling Zhen, don't force me anymore. Don't force me to destroy you."

He leaned on her like this, and the hot sweat from his forehead flowed down his chin and dripped onto Ling Yuan.

Ling Zhen cried hoarsely, and her hands, which had broken free, clung tightly to his arms.

A few drops of sweat happened to fall on her tear-stained face, mixed with her tears, and flowed again.

She just sobbed and began to tremble violently helplessly.

She buried her face in his chest, and one tear after another soaked his collar. It was obviously wet and cold, but her tears were extremely hot. They penetrated the clothes, passed through the skin, corroded the bones, and burned the soft heart in his left chest drop by drop like melted candles.

His lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were red as if stained with blood.

There is both anger and sadness between his eyebrows.

He suddenly lost interest and no longer wanted to fight, so he just let it go.

He loosened his grip on her, looked at Ling Zhen with a gloomy expression, and took off his suit jacket.

Ling Zhen was startled and shrank back unconsciously.

This reaction made him pause, his arm frozen in mid-air for a moment, then he continued to take off his suit jacket and put it on her.

To prevent her from dodging again, he simply picked her up horizontally.

The bodyguards outside the door heard the noise inside, but what else could they do except sigh inwardly?

The door was opened, and Tang Shuya walked out holding Ling Zhen. The bodyguards didn't dare to look around.

Ling Zhen was carefully placed in the car. A bodyguard who had a good relationship with Han Su stepped forward and asked cautiously in a low voice, "Mr. Tang, Captain Han... No, what should we do with the one inside?"

Tang Shuya gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke coldly, "Just throw him away. Whether he survives or not depends on his own luck."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of their feet.

Han Su has been with Tang Shuya for a long time.

Everyone knows that wherever there is Tang Shuya, there is Han Su.

The two of them have been through countless ups and downs together, and it is no exaggeration to say that they have been through life and death together.

Now, just for the woman in his arms, Tang Shuya easily abandoned the person who had followed him for many years.

Everyone had a tacit understanding in their hearts that Ling Zhen was a woman that could not be touched. Not only could they not touch her, they could not even look at her for a second.

This woman is unlucky.

Anyone who comes into contact with her will end up badly.