Wang Jie smiled awkwardly and took a step back. She had always been resentful of her brother-in-law because she always felt that there was something malicious in the way he looked at her.
"Sister-in-law, I was worried about you late at night, so I came out to check on you."
"No, there's nothing to worry about. It's cold outside. You should go back soon. I'll call you right away." Wang Jie said with a guiltily smile.
"Then go ahead and fight. I just want to talk to my brother. Hurry up." Leng Hui urged.
Wang Jie slowly pressed a few numbers, but in the end her finger lingered on the dial button and she was reluctant to press it.
She knew what terrible things would happen to her if her husband knew that she had come to the bar to drink with others and there were men in it.
"Hit him? Why don't you dare? It's not that you feel guilty. By the way, I think the man you called Mr. Lin just now is quite young. You don't have any relationship with him, do you?" Leng Hui said with a sneer.
Wang Jie was a little angry, and said coldly: "Leng Hui, how can you talk to your sister-in-law?"
Leng Hui snorted, not taking it seriously at all, and said with a chuckle, "Wang Jie, don't be so shameless. Without the title of Mrs. Leng, you are just a small employee in the company."
"I don't know what my brother likes about you? He calls you sister-in-law because he respects you. Don't be so shameless." Leng Hui cursed.
"I didn't! I just felt a little..."
"Shut the fuck up! If my brother knew that you came here to drink with your male colleagues, what do you think he would do to you? I remember he seemed to have broken one of your ribs last time. I wonder if it's fully healed now?" Leng Hui smiled sinisterly.
When Wang Jie thought of this, she felt cold all over and the muscles in her back tensed.
Who would have thought that the editor-in-chief of Guangming Daily, who appears to be glamorous, polite and courteous on weekdays, is actually a domestic violence addict.
Only two months after getting married, Wang Jie's body was already covered with wounds of varying sizes.
That's why I feel so scared that I don't even dare to make a phone call.
"I was wrong, Xiaohui, please don't tell him, I won't dare to do it again. I swear, they are just a group of ordinary colleagues, and we don't have any extra contact." Wang Jie raised her hand and swore.
"Okay, you can let me believe you, but it depends on your performance..." Leng Hui said, pressing his whole body forward with a look of comfort and enjoyment on his face, and took a deep sniff at Wang Jie's pink goose neck.
Wang Jie immediately understood Leng Hui's intention and took a step back. The cold concrete wall also fell into the evil hand, leaving her with nowhere to retreat...
The two of them were almost pressed against each other and could feel each other's breath.
Under the dim light, Wang Jie looked extremely erotic, especially her seductive breasts, which rose and fell due to her heavy breathing.
"Xiao, Xiaohui, I am your sister-in-law. If this matter gets out, how will the Leng family keep its reputation..." Wang Jie said nervously and humiliated.
"Haha, don't worry, there's no one here, and we can find a safe place."
"I once flew for two consecutive days to celebrate the birthday of the woman I loved. But when I opened the door, I found another man in her bed."
"From then on, I only slept with other people's girlfriends. Anyway, I had plenty of money, so as long as I spent a little, I could do anything. But later on, I did this more and more, and it became less and less interesting, until I met you, sister-in-law..."