In the presidential suite of a high-end hotel, women's moans and men's groans reveal the ambiguity in the room.
"Oh... Yan, you... are awesome." After the passion, Kudo Mai hugged Yan Nuohan and said sweetly, with a flush that had not faded on her delicate and charming face.
Kudo Mai is one of the few relatively regular bed partners of Yan Nuohan. Not only because of her first-class figure and appearance, but also because of her good background and family background, with pure aristocratic blood. Unlike her, who has an angelic appearance.
The despicable prostitute who cheated on him.
"What's wrong?" Holding Yan Nuo's generous palm, Mai was keenly aware of his anger, "These women are always angry for no reason."
"This shouldn't be your concern." He coldly pulled out his hand, stood up, put on a high-end nightgown, and walked to the wine cabinet.
"I'm just worried about you." Mai followed him and hugged his broad and straight back. She thought she was really in love with him.
Yan Nuohan remained silent and concentrated on pouring himself a glass of strong vodka so that he could use the power of alcohol to drive away the despicable woman who was active in his mind all day long.
"Yan, what if I fall in love with you?" Mai asked cautiously. She knew that Yan had never allowed her to talk about feelings with him.
"I thought you were a smart woman." He frowned and impatiently loosened the shackles around his waist. It seemed that there was no need for this woman to stay.
"Yan, I... I just assumed that you don't have to care." Mai is indeed a smart woman. She quickly sensed Yan Nuohan's displeasure, so she quickly put on the best of herself that he wanted.
"Very good, I like smart women." He was satisfied with her observation of her appearance, "Then, what should you do next..." There was a rare evil smile on his handsome face.
Immediately understanding, Mai's face flushed with surprise, did this mean that he would still want her for a while? She secretly laughed, and obediently took off her clothes...
------------------Looking blankly at the photo in his hand, Yan Nuo's cold handsome face showed no expression.
Isn't this what he wanted? Now she has really disappeared, more completely than he imagined, but why can't he be happy? She in the photo has turned into a pile of charcoal. He should reward Michelle for her hard work.
, but why did he have the urge to kill him... Yan Nuohan, what are you so upset about? This is the punishment this despicable liar deserves, and it is not worth pity at all...
"Yan, are you okay?" Yan has maintained such a stern and solemn expression since he saw the photo, motionless, not knowing what happened.
"Is this really her?" Yan Nuohan's fingers turned white while holding the photo.
"Ah? Yes...it's her. I saw her burned to death in person before I dared to come back. You don't know how miserable..." Michelle said with a guilty conscience. Did Yan know that he had lied to him? It seems that he
It has to be exaggerated...
"She kept screaming for help, and then her hair started to catch fire and her skin..."
"That's enough..." Yan Nuohan roared angrily. He couldn't listen anymore. Thinking of her long hair and her round face turning into ashes, he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Do you regret it?" Michelle actually saw sadness on Yan's face. To be honest, no one could touch such a pure and angelic girl, so he risked being transferred to the Middle East to let the girl go.
To save his life, of course, it was also to give the furious Yan Liu the regret medicine.
"It's a joke, I, Yan Nuohan, don't have the word regret in my dictionary." He was still insisting, Yan Nuohan, Yan Nuohan, you are really the meanest person in the world, how can you sympathize with a mixture of a prostitute and a liar?
Aren't you always bloodthirsty and cold-blooded? How could you be sad for such a rotten person? You really should be killed with a piece of tofu...
"I heard from Long Yan that you asked him to handle the top executives of Galaxy Entertainment? Galaxy's stock price has also fallen sharply in the past two days."
"What do you want to ask?" he said coldly.
"Does this have anything to do with you wanting that woman to disappear?"
"You don't need to know." Yan Nuohan didn't plan to tell Michelle the matter. After all, in so many years of being a black and white man, this was the first time he had been deceived so miserably...
"Okay." Michelle shrugged. Anyway, Yan didn't want to tell him and had his own reasons.
"Then what do you plan to do with Xinghe?"
"What are your plans? Cut off your hands if you should, and throw them to feed the king if you should. Anyway, my African lion has no appetite recently." He said it in a relaxed manner, as if he was talking about a few ants.
Michelle swallowed her saliva. This was the Yan Nuohan he knew. The slightly human expression on his face just now must have been his misunderstanding, because this man was naturally bloodthirsty and cold-blooded, and human life was worthless in his eyes.