He bent down suddenly, picked up the girl, and walked out of the study.
Song Yaoyao screamed and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I don't guess!"
If you don't go, don't go, what's the big deal
She hummed, "Let's go, you're not afraid that I'll be kidnapped by other little brothers?"
After the words fell, the man suddenly stopped.
He originally planned to go downstairs, but now, he changed his mind.
When the man turned around and walked towards the bedroom, Song Yaoyao began to sense something was wrong.
It's just obvious that there is a price to pay for saying the wrong thing!
and-
The price is terrible!
The pearl buttons of the little cheongsam had collapsed, and it was lying pitifully under the bed like a piece of rag.
Song Yaoyao didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, she seemed to be fished out of the water.
The man laughed lowly, his voice was tinged with satisfaction, and his panting was soft, with a different kind of sexy and seductive.
"Are you looking for another man? Huh?"
Song Yaoyao was startled and woke up with a sob.
Shaking his head with tears in his eyes, "No, I won't look for it..."
"Good boy," thin lips kissed her slightly trembling eyelashes stained with tears.
"It's just that these alone are not enough—"
not enough? !
Song Yaoyao raised her eyes with difficulty, her skin was as pink as jade, and her eyes were shining like autumn water.
Soon, Song Yaoyao had no time to think.
The picture that was finally organized was smashed into pieces again!
The well-dressed man came downstairs.
He had cold eyes, and casually adjusted his cuffs as he walked.
Huo Qi took the document package and respectfully followed behind.
From the man's body, there was a faint smell of body wash.
Very shallow, shallow to close to nothing.
You can only smell it if you get close.
so…
Sir, he has postponed it for so long, is he taking a shower upstairs
When Song Yaoyao woke up again, it was already midnight.
Her throat was dry, and she felt a burning pain in her throat when she opened her mouth.
Tears fell in an instant.
She sat up, and the silk quilt slipped off.
The body is fresh and wearing a nightgown.
The red mark on the calf snaked all the way up.
There was no temperature around her for a long time, and Song Yaoyao, who was so angry, grabbed the pillow next to her and fell to the ground bitterly.
"asshole!"
Big bastard!
What is today's tomorrow's, and what is paid in advance.
She doesn't need it! !
Song Yaoyao got off the bed angrily, and just as her feet touched the ground, her knees softened and she knelt on the ground.
Fortunately, there is a soft carpet on the ground, so that it will not hurt when you fall.
Song Yaoyao became even more angry in an instant.
She grabbed the pillow that belonged to Huo Yunque and beat it hard a few times.
After a few seconds.
Song Yaoyao sniffed, patted it distressedly, and threw it back on the bed.
With a nasal voice, he said angrily: "Just don't come back! I don't miss you!"
My throat is so dry it's going to burn.
Song Yaoyao sat on the ground for a while before she recovered. There was no water in the room, and at this point, she didn't want to call anyone.
The corridor was quiet, and the wall lamps were warm yellow, dispelling the fear brought by the night.
She went downstairs step by step, her waist sore.
If Huo Yunque stood in front of her now, Song Yaoyao swore that she would kick him hard.
asshole!
After drinking a glass of water, the throat is finally much more comfortable.
As soon as Song Yaoyao returned to the bedroom and was about to go back to sleep, the phone started chattering endlessly.
It's two o'clock in the middle of the night.
The caller was Song Weiwei.
Song Yaoyao didn't want to take it, she refused directly, and plunged into the soft big bed.
It doesn't matter if she is ruthless or indifferent.
Song Weiwei's relationship with her is pure use and being used.