A strange smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips.

After a weird smile, he suddenly pulled Han Jing'er roughly, pulled her to him, then bent down and kissed her without saying a word.

Han Jing'er did not resist, but just stood there and kissed him.

The man's lips were very soft and a little hot. His kiss, so delicate, and his hot breathing, sprayed between Han Jing'er's neck. As the kiss was kissing, the man became more and more eager. He pushed Han Jing'er to the corner of the wall, his chest pressed against her, and his palms boldly covered her chest. His movements were natural, as if he had been through the battlefield for a long time and was at ease.

Han Jing'er has never tried to be so presumptuous.

The pedestrians who had entered and left were just a few feet away from her, and the sound of talking was endless.

The man leaned closer to Han Jing'er's ears, rubbed her ears, and asked in an ambiguous voice: "Will we go to the hotel?"

The meaning of going to a hotel is to open a room, or even open a room, which is something that almost a very idiotic person can imagine.

The dim light concealed Han Jinger's face that was burning red like fire. This was a experience that Han Jinger had never had before. Han Jinger felt vaguely that she should stop, not like this!

But Han Jing'er actually answered by a scammer: "Okay."

She got into the man's car, which was a new gray Porsche Cayenne.

It can be seen that this man is a rich man.

Han Jing'er was nervous and confused.

Could it be that she really wants to go to a hotel with a man? She really wants to "roll the sheets" with him? Then Han Jing'er shook her head again, why not? Qiao Weizhong no longer loves her and is no longer interested in her body. Then there will always be men who are interested in her body?

For some reason, Han Jing'er always felt that the man looked familiar and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I seem to have seen you."

The man looked at her from the rearview mirror. Although his face was handsome, his expression was not very rich. He said lightly: "Is that so? But I have no impression of you."

So Han Jing'er stopped talking.

Maybe, she really hasn't seen him.

When I arrived at a five-star hotel, a girl selling flowers came close timidly. She asked timidly, "Sir, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend?"

Girls express their misconceptions.

However, the man did not know what was going on, so he generously paid for Han Jing'er and bought a bouquet of 12 blue aphrodisiacs and a full of stars.

Han Jing'er took the bunch of blue witches that were still containing dewdrops and were emitting a rich fragrance. She buried her head in it, took a deep breath, and sniffed the intoxicating fragrance - Qiao Weizhong, he had never given the blue witches to her.

Han Jing'er said: "Thank you."

The man glanced at her.

She asked for a luxurious room, 16th floor, 1608 door. Perhaps because of guilt, Han Jing'er always felt that the waiters looked at her with contempt and disdain.

The contempt and disdain made Han Jing'er even more sneaky and dared not raise her head.

The man hugged her into the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only Han Jinger and the man. The cramped space was so small that it felt even more ambiguous and felt that his breathing became rapid.

For some reason, Han Jinger felt hot, infinitely hot.

The elevator is the most terrifying and huge tool. With such a narrow space and such a vast ambiguous space, the space is really too small. In fact, the elevator takes only ten seconds from the first floor to the sixteenth floor.

(Unfinished.To be continued)
Chapter completed!