Unexpectedly, he arrived a step too late in the end.
When he just kicked open the door of the private room, the first thing he saw was Wei Ran, covered in blood and lying on the ground dying.
At that time, his heart suddenly stopped. He had never experienced anything like this in so many years, but for the first time, he felt so panicked, as if the whole world was about to collapse in front of him.
Leng Junyi walked step by step in front of Weiran and squatted down gently. The cold and bloodthirsty aura on his body became more and more serious.
As soon as Leng Junyi's palm touched Weiran, Weiran snorted softly and rubbed her body in Leng Junyi's direction.
"Well...it feels so uncomfortable..." Weiran opened her mouth gently, and the sound coming out of her mouth was tender and erotic.
Leng Junyi stretched out his big hand and gently rubbed Weiran's face. Seeing Weiran's uncomfortable look, his brows furrowed tightly.
At this time, Wei Ran's little face had an emotional blush, which looked extremely alluring. Her big eyes were slightly squinted, and her eyes were blurred, with a different kind of charm.
"Weiran, Weiran..." Leng Junyi stretched out his big hand and took Weiran into his arms, gently calling her name.
"Hmm..." Weiran still felt uncomfortable. When her body came into contact with Leng Junyi, it brought an indescribable comfortable feeling. She couldn't help but snorted softly.
Weiran and Leng Junyi were very close, Weiran's pretty little mouth was slightly open, her breath was full of Leng Junyi's strong masculine scent, and her body became even hotter.
Leng Junyi stretched out a hand and gently raised Wei Ran's hand. She was still holding a piece of broken glass in her hand. There were several cuts in her hand and it was full of blood.
Leng Junyi gently took away the broken glass from Weiran's hand, then leaned down, put his warm lips on Weiran's palm, stretched out his hot tongue, and lightly touched Weiran's palm.
With.
The wound on the palm of her hand was gently teased by Leng Junyi's tongue. Weiran felt a slight tingling in her palm. The tingling stimulated her body controlled by the medicine, but it was an indescribable feeling of comfort.
a feeling of.
Leng Junyi raised his head slightly. The corners of his mouth were stained with bright red blood, making him look more like a bloodthirsty demon.
"Weiran, I'll take you home..." Leng Junyi whispered in Weiran's ear, then stood up with her in his arms and strode outside.
Weiran was carried into the car by Leng Junyi. She still felt very uncomfortable and couldn't help but want to rub against Leng Junyi's body.
Leng Junyi looked at Wei Ran's uncomfortable look and pursed his lips tightly. Looking at her look, he knew that she had been drugged. Instead of sending her to the hospital, it would be better for him to help her with the antidote himself.
Leng Junyi put Weiran on the back seat of the car, and opened the buttons on Weiran's clothes little by little with his slender fingers. Seeing Weiran's exquisite figure exposed in front of his eyes, his Adam's apple couldn't help but move.
move.
--------------------------When Weiran woke up, she only felt severe pain all over her body. Lying on the soft bed, she remembered the memory before her consciousness disappeared.
It came up little by little.
She still remembered that in the private room of Linjiang Club, in order to get rid of Wei Heng's entanglement, she knocked Wei Heng unconscious with a wine bottle, and was later rescued by Leng Junyi.
Has she returned to the Mid-Levels Apartment now? How is Wei Heng doing? Did she commit murder?
Weiran felt uneasy in her heart. Although she felt very uncomfortable, she really couldn't lie down on the bed. She sat up from the bed in a panic.
At this time, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Leng Junyi walked in from the outside.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Looking at Wei Ran standing on the ground with bare feet, Leng Junyi frowned slightly.
He strode to Weiran's side, then stretched out his hand to pick Weiran up and put him on the bed.
"Yi, how is Wei Heng?" Wei Ran asked anxiously.
"It's okay, I'll be here no matter what." Leng Junyi gently patted Weiran's back and said comfortingly.
Wei Ran nodded and gently rested his head on Leng Junyi's chest. Listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, he suddenly felt a lot more at ease.
"Weiran, don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again." Leng Junyi gently pressed a kiss on Weiran's forehead and said lightly.
Weiran had always known how cold Leng Junyi was, so after hearing him say such tender words, she felt warm in her heart.
Wei Ran also knew Leng Junyi's difficulties. Su Mo was his childhood sweetheart and Madam Leng's chosen daughter-in-law.
Therefore, if Leng Junyi does not handle this matter well, it will definitely affect his relationship with his mother.
"This matter has passed, so don't pursue it. I will be more careful in the future."
Weiran weighed the pros and cons, and finally decided to bear the grievances and bear everything alone, so Leng Junyi wouldn't be in trouble?