At this time, he was wearing a dark handmade custom-made suit, which looked noble and impressive.
"Don't go!" His tall body blocked her way, "We can also talk about...business, you know."
There was a smile on his face and his tone was quite ambiguous.
"Mr. Rong, you're late. I signed it to someone else, five hundred thousand a night." Yu Nian'en suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a deliberately charming smile.
"Is it inlaid with gold or diamonds? Is it so valuable?" Rong Beiming looked wanton and put one hand on the top of her head.
He lowered his head and glanced ambiguously at her beautiful breast line.
She glanced at him contemptuously and pushed him gently: "If you give me double the price, I can consider it."
As soon as she finished speaking, her waist was held by a pair of big hands from behind, and the next second her petite body was hugged into her strong chest.
She was so frightened that her heart beat rapidly, pounding, and beating out of rhythm.
"Let me go!" She didn't dare to struggle or shout loudly, it was too embarrassing.
Staring at her red little mouth, a complicated look flashed in Rong Beiming's eyes. Suddenly, he lowered his head, bit her lips fiercely, and thrust into her mouth forcefully, stirring and sucking.
Yu Nianen's hand pressed against his chest, but she couldn't push him away. His strength and domineering made her resistance vanish.
He freed up one hand to clasp the back of her head, not allowing her to struggle. He kissed her for a long time, then took her lips into his mouth and sucked them repeatedly, even biting them gently with his teeth, leaving a few
Teeth marks.
Her taste was so sweet that he was surprised. No woman had ever made him so eager that he lost the self-control he was proud of.
He actually kissed a woman in such a place? Incredible.
He reluctantly raised his head, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the white auricle carefully, sliding it down to the small and plump earlobe, nibbling gently with the tips of his teeth: "Deal, double."
Yu Nianen, who was dumbfounded by his brutal and domineering behavior, finally reacted and raised his hand to slap him hard in the face.
After the crisp sound, everything in the corridor seemed to sink slightly, and the fragrance of lilies placed on the small table by the wall could be heard vaguely.
Rong Beiming trapped her with his tall body. Fortunately, no one passed by, otherwise it would be the front page headlines.
He touched his burning cheek and said coldly with a sullen face: "This slap must be repaid in the way I like."