Chu Mochen hugged her sideways, his heart beating slightly rapidly in his strong and powerful chest.
Reach out and open the door.
Outside the door are bodyguards waiting.
He ordered in a low voice: "Zhang Wei, send Xue Tao to the room on the third floor of Yunting. Give the room key to Song Yunying who was stopped at the front desk."
The bodyguard in black named Zhang Wei nodded: "Yes, Mr. Chu."
Song Yunxuan felt that Chu Mochen had missed something in his order, so she put her fingers on his shoulders and flexed her fingers slightly.
Chu Mochen noticed her little movement and lowered his eyes to look at her face.
Song Yunxuan bit her lip and looked away from him, her long, thick black eyelashes hiding the expression in her eyes.
His calm voice reminded again: "Zhang Wei, remember the branch media said that the marriage between the Xue family and the Song family is about this time."
"Don't worry, Mr. Chu, I know what to do."
Zhang Wei has been following Chu Mochen for more than ten years. Since he was a child, he naturally understands what Chu Mochen wants him to do.
The instructions are over.
Chu Mochen lowered his head and asked Song Yunxuan gently: "Are you satisfied?"
Song Yunxuan did not move, biting her lip slightly in a very seductive manner.
Seeing her silence, Chu Mochen felt that he was in a very good mood.
The woman he held in his arms was a taciturn, withdrawn and cunning woman.
Her appearance is much deeper than her appearance.
He carried her all the way to his office in Yunting.
Song Yunxuan was wrapped in his arms without saying a word of rejection.
But when he was placed on the sofa in the office, he frowned and subconsciously put his hands on his collar.
"Do you want to refuse?" Chu Mochen said with a smile, and the look on his handsome face was a bit evil, "Or do you want to resist?"
Song Yunxuan carefully considered whether she should follow her instinct to dislike men and struggle.
His lips kissed the corners of her lips, moving towards her lips step by step.
But she still bit her lip uncontrollably to refuse to kiss him.
She couldn't let a man kiss her lips.
She hates these men who betray love and deceive love.
No, I don't want you to kiss my lips.
She frowned and turned her head away time and time again when he tried to kiss her lips.
"You don't like men kissing your lips?"
She turned her face away, looked at the furnishings in the office, and answered him indifferently: "You just want a body, where do you come from so many requests?"
It was obviously a rhetorical question to him, but there was a rejection that was clear from the bottom of my heart.
Chu Mochen raised his hand to loosen his tie and nodded vigorously: "You are right, then you are not allowed to cry out in pain. If I want you to cry, just cry for me. Do you understand?"
As soon as she cries, he stops.
He was not in the habit of making a woman cry.
Moreover, it was always those women who came to him. How often had she forced a woman to accept his attack
The overwhelming passionate kisses fell on her neck and shoulders, and her big hands traveled along her tailbone and waist.
The unbearable scream was suppressed between her lips and teeth, and even though her body felt like it was being burned by fire, she didn't scream a single word.
His approach is gentler than the person he is.
She was so uncomfortable and frightened that she wanted to jump out of bed and escape from the bed.
He pressed her down, kissed her forehead gently, and comforted her with some tenderness: "Don't be afraid, Changge, I'll be gentle."
What he said made her feel like she was struck by lightning.