Chapter 882 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (9)

Feng Qian pushed open the door.

The light in the room was dim, and the tone of the study was also cold, darker than the tone of the room she woke up in.

As a result, the atmosphere seemed somewhat depressing.

Feng Qian thought about it silently, what should he call the other party later?

Uncle, Sir...or, Uncle Ye?

Before deciding on the title, Feng Qian raised his eyes and looked over.

A man was sitting at the desk in the study.

In front of him was a laptop computer. The man's index finger was slightly bent and was resting on his forehead. Half of his face was covered by the screen, but a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were revealed.

Ye Jue's posture was casual, his slightly raised eye ends matched with his emotionless cold eyes, there was a deadly and dangerous allure.

The point was that Feng Qian could still feel the breath of fragments.

She opened her lips, not knowing how to address her for a while.

Feng Qian did not expect that the object of the original owner's strange doll marriage would be fragments.

The man sitting at the desk didn't give the girl who came in his eyes just now.

After tapping the keyboard with his bony hands, he raised his hand and closed the notebook in front of him, and then looked up at the girl opposite.

Ye Jue was expressionless, his eyes fell on the girl's face, and then gradually moved down, staying on the girl's wrist for a moment.

As if he didn't see what he wanted to see, he frowned slightly, and his thin crimson lips parted slightly: "Come here."

Feng Qian paused, and approached obediently.

As for why she was brought home by the shards...

She vaguely felt that she seemed to have seen His Highness. It should be that after she left the hall, she met Shards, and that's why Shards brought them back.

The fragment brought her home, didn't he... He knew the original owner was his fiancée?

After thinking about it, Feng Qian lost his mind.

After that, I was caught off guard and felt a chill on my wrist.

With a click, the girl's slender and white wrists were locked by shackles.

The man who handcuffed the girl casually stared at the girl's wrist for a while, and then handcuffed the other half of the shackles to the table leg.

This shackle is different from ordinary shackles.

It was two metal rings connected by a slender chain.

The metal of the shackles was attached to the skin, and the freezing temperature couldn't help but make Feng Qian stunned again.

As soon as she woke up, a few silver chains were wrapped around her wrist, and now, she was bound like this again.

Fragment he... what do you mean?

"Why... like this?"

Feng Qian raised his wrist, the chain made a crisp sound, and the metal ring slipped slightly against the girl's wrist.

Feng Qian felt that she was already asking him in a good temper.

After all, how could anyone handcuff others for no reason?

In Ye Jue's dark eyes, the light was deep and deep. His long legs were crossed, and his head was slightly raised to look at Feng Qian lazily.

"You are my fiancée."

Feng Qian: "...?"

Does this have anything to do with her problem?

"You are mine." The man paused, and the possessive words that came out of his mouth were not so romantic, but gave people a kind of morbid paranoid coldness, and he added: "It can only be mine."

Feng Qian didn't think that Shards liked him so much, she couldn't read the warmth and deep feelings from his eyes.

When the other party said such things, it could only be an extreme and pathological possessive desire, and no one was allowed to touch their own things.

Even if it was the first time she and him met, it was because of the baby kiss that they had a connection.