Yanliang took a bath, and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
She had been in there for so long that the man had fallen asleep.
Yan Liang sat on the side of the bed, and unceremoniously stretched out her hand to pat the man's face twice, but he still didn't wake up.
The man was bronzed, DJ'd at some speakeasy, had pretty fingers, and a ravishing smile. Yanliang thinks that he has a little affection for this person, but observing his sleeping face so carefully now, Yanliang only feels that this face is very strange.
Suddenly a trace of fear rose.
The presidential suite, the round big bed, is messy. Yanliang got up, found her own clothes in the mess and changed them, took out the wallet from the bag, took out a small stack of money and put it on the bedside table.
Both money and goods are settled, after one night, strangers.
Walking to the door of the suite, just about to open the door, Yan Liang saw herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite side, so she couldn't help but stop.
The woman in the mirror is as beautiful as she is beautiful, without a soul.
A pair of eyes are very empty.
It was early morning when I got home.
The servants at home are all newly hired in the past two years, and Yanliang still can't recognize their appearance. Although the servants knew that the hostess was cold-tempered and that her relationship with her husband was on fire, when they met, they would still call out respectfully: Ma'am.
She drove back, and just as the half of the car entered the garage, the servant rushed to her car and told her, "Madam, sir is waiting for you in the living room."
"knew."
Although he said so, in fact, Yanliang parked the car, went upstairs from the external stairs in the garage, went back to his room and fell asleep.
Sleeping drowsily, the phone started to vibrate, Yanliang fumbled to take the phone, it was a series of text messages from unfamiliar numbers.
"I'm a big man, no matter what, I will never ask for money from a woman, let alone we haven't accomplished anything."
Yanliang thought carefully about when she left the contact information to the other party, but she still had no clue, when she suddenly heard the sound of turning the doorknob, she reflexively threw the phone back to the bedside table and closed her eyes.
There are footsteps approaching.
Feeling that the thin blanket on her body was lifted, one side of the bed was slightly sunken, the heat was very annoying, she turned over with a muffled sound, and went to sleep on the other side of the bed.
The man sitting on the edge of the bed looked at the depression on the quilt where she had just slept, and covered it with his palm, he could still feel the residual warmth she left behind.
He turned his head and glanced at the antique clock in the corner—two o'clock in the morning.
His wife was becoming more and more neglectful of the family, but he didn't feel angry when he thought about it. Instead, he leaned over and covered her with a thin blanket again.
At this moment, he saw the clear hickey marks on the woman's fair side neck.
Yan Liang was pulled up by the angry man by his hair.
With a cry of pain, she grabbed the man's wrist, but he threw it back, and she couldn't help but stumbled backwards. The desk lamp was knocked down, and the light in the room suddenly became chaotic.
Under the mottled light and shadow, Yan Liang vaguely saw his slap was about to land on her, but stopped halfway, as if at that moment he had regained his senses, and after a pause, he almost gently lifted Yan Liang's chin : "Hey there again tonight? I don't know how to come back after washing up."
The movements were intimate, the voice was restrained, this change was too fast, Yan Liang was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed provocatively: "I'm very tired, please go out."
"Get out?" He snorted coldly, while examining her condescendingly, he moved his hands to her chest pointingly—
With a sound of "呲啦", Yan Liang's collar was ripped open.
Yanliang tried her best to grab his hand, but in vain, the man easily lifted her upper body and pressed her back on the bed.
He seemed to strangle her, but he controlled his strength, only forcing her to turn her face to the side, revealing the side of her neck, while he leaned over without hesitation, and opened his mouth to bite.
Cover the hickey there in a savage way.
Yanliang wanted to slap him, but her wrist and chin were pinned, so she could only scream hysterically: "Jiang Yunan! Kill me if you have the ability!!"
Jiang Yunan let go of her teeth, and a fire-like breath hummed on her cool side of the neck. Her voice was obviously deep and terrifying, but it seemed to have a certain kind of bone-destroying elegance, and she said slowly, "I am a law-abiding citizen. Dare to kill you? At most, hand over Zhou Cheng's commercial crime evidence and send him to jail."
The woman's eyes froze suddenly because of the word Zhou Cheng.
For a man, as soon as he finished speaking, he would rip off the bottom skirt of the other party...
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