Zhanyan picked up the suit jacket on the ground and put it on the chair, "What's crazy again?" Seeing her slightly red eyes, her eyes dimmed and explained: "She is just my assistant, you should know her."

His words were just a pun, as if there was something else hidden in it.

Zhuang Mingyue's body was stiff, Zhan Yan looked at her expression, as if she wanted to see her through.

Zhuang Mingyue sneered: "Does she have anything to do with me? I asked you to get out, but I just think you are so dirty that it makes people disgusting!"

Any woman who is in his eyes will never refuse the banquet.

But he is disgusting.

"If you don't leave, then I'll leave."

She had no way to become a laughing stock in Song Qiuqiu's eyes again in front of them.

Zhuang Mingyue picked up the bag and walked over to him. Zhanyan did not stop him, but instead unbuttoned the metal buckle at his waist, loosened the belt, changed into a white bathrobe, and went to the bathroom with slippers.

Zhuang Mingyue opened the door and saw the bodyguard guarding the door. She was so angry that she closed the door harder.

She had no way to run away, so she jumped out of the window? This is the 88th floor.

The scene in front of him made his eyes cold, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, which had not yet dried. The fragments of the mirror fell to the ground, and Zhan Yan frowned.

Finally, I had to come in and clean up the banquet.

The room waiter cleaned the bathroom and walked out without daring to go too far.

A depressing atmosphere was emitted in the room. Zhuang Mingyue sat in front of the dressing mirror expressionlessly. The man was behind her, with a gloomy face and a cold breath that made people tremble.

"…I think about the threat of self-harm again and want me to let you go?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The voice of the Chan Banquet was cold: "What's going on in the bathroom?"

Zhuang Mingyue said mutely: "He had a nosebleed, and he accidentally broke the mirror when he was holding the paper."

"Hurry up after washing, don't stay here. It's not suitable, I need to rest."

Next second, Zhuang Mingyue was caught off guard and was picked up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Let me down!"

"I'll stay with you tonight for the night."

“I don’t need it.”

“…Be good, okay?”

Zhanyan coaxed her softly.

When the waiter cleaned the bathtub, he sprinkled rose petals and lit an aromatherapy.

This aromatherapy seemed to have aphrodisiac effect. Zhanyan put her on the marble platform, held her hands on the back of her head, and kissed her fiercely. Her legs were clamped against his waist, and Zhuang Mingyue couldn't struggle at all.

Zhuang Mingyue put his hand on his hot chest and pushed him away. The eyes that had been occupied by lust seemed to have no reason. Zhan Yan's eyes remained a little clear-headed in his eyes and looked at the little fairy in front of him.

After four years of seeing each other, Zhuang Mingyue lost her youthful body. Now her facial features are blooming, her beautiful and exquisite are becoming more and more attractive, pure and charming.

Zhuang Mingyue was panting, and Zhanyan gave her time to breathe. Her cheeks were filled with seductive blush, and those eyes stared at him, "Are you afraid that she would know about what you did?"

Zhan Yan held his hands on both sides of the stage, leaning over and smelling the unique fragrance on her body, "Why are you afraid that she will know?" His voice was so low and hoarse that it was unreasonable.

While he was talking, he lowered his head and kissed her neck.

The exhibition feast is like a wild beast in heat at this moment.

Yes, Song Qiuqiu and Zhanyan are the same type of people. Even as Zhanyan’s mistress, she never minds that Zhanyan has other women around him.

But she is not...

"Isn't she the mistress you keep?" Her heart said this as if she was torn apart. Zhan Yan was looking at her. Zhuang Mingyue responded to his gaze, "You can't play with me again and again because I was taken off my uterus."

"I am a human being, not your toy, and I will hurt."

"If one day I can't stand it and die like this, will you be satisfied?"

The banquet was sure: "You won't!"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I will."

"You know, it's not the first time this is happening."

"If you dare to touch me today, tomorrow... all you see is an incomplete body."

"It doesn't hurt at all if you jump down from the 88th floor."

Zhuang Mingyue's depression has never been cured. In the past few years, the freedom and yearning sky have become her motivation to survive.

If one day her wings are broken and become his prisoner, just like in his previous life.

Then it is meaningless to live, she is just living in pain.

These words did work, Zhanyan slammed the door and left.

The heart that was originally held also fell. Zhuang Mingyue knew that she had threatened her with her life. Zhanyan might make a step back, but one day, Zhanyan forced her to compromise and became his forbidden body.

Song Qiuqiu heard the movement of swaying the door next door, and after a while, she became quiet. She looked at the figure who was lit on the balcony outside the corridor. Song Qiuqiu pulled the nightgown on her body, walked over, quietly hugged his waist from behind, and put her face on his back, "Don't go find her, I'll be jealous."

"A Yan, you are my own."

"I can give you what you want, including...children..."

A cool color flashed across Zhanyan's eyes.

Isn’t he the most concerned child?

Zhuang Mingyue is completely infertile.

Zhan Yan turned around and stared at her with black eyes, "How do you know that all I want is a child?"

Song Qiuqiu smiled slightly, "Because... you need an heir!"

"When Shengshi Group is completely stable, we will grow old, sooner or later we will have an heir. You don't want your own things to become someone else's in the end?"

She held his face in both hands, and the unknown dark light flashed in her eyes, and emphasized again, "A Yan, Zhuang Mingyue is your own sister who is related to you. If it spreads, she will ruin you."

"In the last life, she was simply dispensable to you, so don't be confused by her anymore."

Song Qiuqiu stood on tiptoe and kissed his eyebrows, "Do you want to do it? Here! I'll accompany you..."

After saying that, Song Qiuqiu unbuttoned the only piece of clothing on her body, revealing her snow-white body.

When she touched her, she also unbuttoned his robe with one hand and reached into his chest to caress...

After Zhuang Mingyue habitually locked the door, took sleeping pills, lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

I didn't expect to sleep directly, and it was one o'clock the next afternoon.

She was just a little too tired.

Several times in the middle, someone was knocking on the door, but Zhuang Mingyue pretended to be unable to hear it, opened her eyes in a daze, and soon fell asleep again.

Until, she heard a violent sound of machine cutting.
Chapter completed!