Yan Liang was forced to walk all the way by this man until finally she came to the front desk of the hotel.
Facing such a pair of men and women who are like enemies, how can any waiter really dare to open a room for them
The waiter's eyes lingered on the faces of Yanliang and Jiang Yunan for a while. This was not like an ordinary couple arguing. Naturally, the waiter did not dare to accept Jiang Yunan's ID.
Looking at the drenched state of the two of them, and looking at Jiang Yunan's hand on Yan Liang's arm, the waiter couldn't help asking hesitantly: "Miss...you..."
Yanliang didn't struggle anymore, and glanced at Jiang Yunan contemptuously, then turned her head and said directly to the waiter: "I was dragged in by him, and I don't know him at all. Please call the police for me."
Jiang Yunan really didn't expect this woman to be cruel to him, so he immediately laughed. Although the waiter heard Yanliang's accusation, he was puzzled by the man's beautiful appearance and expensive outfit. He couldn't make a decision. He moved his hand to the phone, hesitated for a long time whether he really wanted to call the police, and finally picked up the receiver through gritted teeth. .
Seeing this, Yanliang immediately raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yunan, with the attitude of a winner.
The moment this annoying expression was caught by Jiang Yunan's gaze, Jiang Yunan suddenly reached out, held her face tightly, and kissed her loudly on the lips.
After his lips left, his hands did not leave, and he looked at her deeply from this short distance. Yan Liang was still caught in a moment of astonishment and did not recover. The waiter who was just about to call the security guard stopped abruptly and looked at Jiang Yunan uncertainly until Jiang Yunan let go of his hand completely and pushed the ID to the In front of the waiter.
"Jiang Yunan, you...!"
Before Yanliang finished speaking, Jiang Yunan interrupted: "Don't you know me? How come you know my name again?"
This time, no matter how much Ren Yanliang tried to justify, he couldn't stop the waiter from going through the check-in procedures for Jiang Yunan.
If it doesn't continue like this and the guests coming and going in the hotel will see it as a joke, Yan Liang will most likely fight this domineering man in the lobby.
Endured and endured until she reached the floor of the hotel suite, got out of the elevator with other passengers, Yanliang saw that there was no one else in the opposite corridor, and immediately wanted to shake off his hand.
This man didn't seem to use much force, but in fact he held her extremely tightly, Yan Liang couldn't get rid of him, so after thinking about it, he directly raised his foot to step on her. The ten centimeter stilettos under Yanliang's feet are like a sharp weapon, and she stepped on this man's feet, which makes Yanliang almost predict that he will squat down in pain.
Then she could shake him off and take the elevator downstairs—
The man did squat down.
But the situation is completely different from what Yanliang had imagined. Before she could act on her wishful thinking, the man had already squatted down and picked her up by the waist.
There is no one else in the corridor, she can resist unscrupulously, and this man can naturally use the simplest, most convenient and quickest way to get her into the room unscrupulously.
In the end, Yan Liang was almost thrown onto the bed like a sack.
The moment Yanliang was thrown on the bed, she immediately sat up from the bed, panting: "Are you sick?"
Jiang Yunan, who carried her all the way, didn't even breathe. He stood by the bed with his arms folded and watched her every move coldly, unaffected by her rage.
It wasn't until she was so angry that she got out of bed and was about to walk towards the door that he was a little moved, frowned slightly, and stopped her way after taking two steps.
Her makeup was all smeared, her eyeliner was smudged, and her stare was not intimidating at all. Jiang Yunan stretched out his hand and gently wiped off a drop of liquid eyeliner on her eyelashes.
Immediately, Yanliang tilted her head impatiently to dodge.
But in the next second, Jiang Yunan pinched his chin back: "Do you want to be so bad-tempered?"
Yanliang snorted coldly: "You're calling me prostitution, why don't you allow me to say a few words against you?"
It can be seen that this man's attitude is much softer than before, "I was so angry."
"Yo? When did Mr. Jiang, who has never shown any signs of emotion or anger, become so restless and angry with my little girl?"
Jiang Yunan seemed to be stopped by her question.
After really thinking about it for a while, he smiled helplessly: "Yeah, didn't you just have a meal with him, why did I become so impatient?"
He looked at her at this moment, as if he was really puzzled, as if he was really waiting for Yan Liang to help him solve his doubts.
Yanliang's heart twitched suddenly for no reason. Being stared at by him like this, almost numb from hair to toes.
Impulse? Or could not bear it for a while, Yan Liang almost blurted out: "Jiang Yunan..."
She often called him by his first name like this, but the tone at this moment was completely different from the previous ones, soft, gentle, and even begging.
"...you, don't be snatched away by Xu Ziqing..."
Childish and ridiculous, like a preschool child begging for a toy that he can't get, stubborn and lonely.
Looking at such a woman, Jiang Yunan lost his voice for a moment.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a dense rain.
In the hotel suite, there are two people with dark feelings.
Jiang Yunan's expression seemed to be...hidden within the stiffness, a touch of emotion.
Finally, he raised his hand to her, as if to touch her, as if to break this protracted confrontation for both of them.
But before touching the woman's smooth skin, his fingers suddenly became stiff.
It's like I can't bear to touch it. Contradictions, hesitation, it seems that such an affectionate act actually carries a cruel secret, and in the sincere eyes of the other party, all the cruelty in the heart is almost invisible.
But in the end, his hand still moved, just like the tender moments shared with each other before, his fingers slid across her face, his fingertips traced her beautiful lip shape, and finally came to the soft chin, Lift her face and look at her carefully.
Because she didn't know what kind of eyes to use to look at the man in front of her, she held her breath for a while.
It's not terrible if you can't get it, it's a joke if you can't keep it. Her life in the past 20 years has been a big joke with Xu Ziqing's participation, but now facing this man, she still shows weakness...
Although she regretted it the moment she said it, but now, she has a desire to resign herself to fate.
So she looked at the man in front of her without blinking, trying to see through his heart.
It was indeed the Jiang Yunan she was familiar with, but... something different.
She suddenly felt that the man standing in front of her was no longer the man who did his own way, with unprecedented contradictions and hesitation in his eyes.
Then he saw the light in his eyes flicker, he turned around slightly, swept off the things on the TV cabinet beside him with a wave, put his other arm around Yan Liang's waist, and carried her to the table in a blink of an eye.
Yanliang's surprise was still in her throat, but she suppressed it back. She reflexively wanted to jump off the table, but her shoulders were held down immediately.
"Stay still," he said.
Almost an order.
This time, Yan Liang chooses to obey.
She sat there quietly, and he, standing between her legs, the difference in height at this moment was just enough for him to look down from above, his eyes and his hands, determined to win, passed over her chest, one by one. Remove her wet clothes.
His palms were scorching hot, and between the alternation of hot and cold, Yanliang couldn't help shivering, but his hands didn't stay on her upper body for too long, and soon passed over her waist, inserted into her legs, and took off her hands. panties.
In the spare time when he paused for a while, Jiang Yunan looked at her, kissed her lips, and then went deep into her skirt again.
The hot and cool corset was hanging on her chest in vain, and it swayed slightly with her suppressed breathing at this moment. The finger in the secret place finally made her unconsciously groan.
But he raised his hand to cover her mouth. In this quiet atmosphere, Yanliang was feeling his movements with all his nerves. In order to divert attention, Yanliang hugged his neck tightly, and leaned closer Kiss him hard.
The entanglement of lips and tongue, the chaotic rhythm, the only skirt left on her body has already been lifted up by him, and Jiang Yunan held her tightly, and pressed her hard through the cool fabric of suit pants.
Yan Liang's hand pressed on his chest, whether to stop or wait, no one could tell.
He also missed the taste of her lips, kissing almost brutally. Yanliang was about to be defeated in this fierceness that he had never experienced before, the heels of his legs were pressed by him, and they were completely open, catering to his picks.
Jiang Yunan lifted one of her ankles, and asked her to bend one leg around his side waist, and at the same time unzipped the chain of her trousers...
Yan Liang frowned, panting.
Jiang Yunan kept moving. Amidst the tremors and jolts, the only thing that remained unmoved was his firm gaze, looking at the woman who was being held up by his knees, seeing her open legs enveloping his well-defined waist .
The sound of heavy breathing accompanied by the sound of entangled lips and tongues continued to echo in each other's ears.
At the moment of confusion and fascination, she couldn't feel that he had picked her up and returned from the cold table to the soft bed.
As soon as her back touched the mattress, she lay powerlessly, and he stood by the bed, holding her pair of slender ankles, looking at her with lowered eyes.
Yanliang endured the waves of emotion in her body, propped up her elbows, wanted to get up, propped her body up, she wanted to sit up, wanted to avoid this man's unbearable gaze.
But in the blink of an eye, he suppressed her, bent her legs, clasped her knees, and stretched her to the extreme, no longer driving straight in arrogantly, but pressed against the most sore part of her fiercely. of milling.
Suffering such sweet torture, Yanliang's whole body was already so hot that she couldn't control it, she grabbed his wrist, her mouth was dry and she couldn't speak, she could only shake her head weakly.
But he pinched her face, not allowing her to shake her head. A man with black eyes and an expressionless face, only his breathing and movements are intense, his hot legs are tightly wrapped around his waist, and the sound of his heartbeat can no longer be distinguished, only the skin, bones, and even blood are all About to burn because of him.
Her body was instantly entangled, Jiang Yunan couldn't move forward or retreat, finally couldn't help frowning and snorted, then smiled lightly and nodded her nose: "Can't take it anymore?"
Yanliang can only answer him with kisses.
Jiang Yunan responded to her kiss, picked her up by the waist, and sat on the bed, his cool legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, Jiang Yunan felt the trembling inside her, and listened to the pain she was holding back. The sound finally slammed into her deepest part, trembling and released.