Hearing the sound of footsteps, he stroked the water on his face, took off his waterproof glasses and threw them on the shore. He leaned against the wall of the pool and lazily watched the domestic servant walking towards her with a tall and thin girl.
The floor-length dress on her body was as blue as pool water. Her untied hair was casually draped on her thin shoulders. It was very tasteful.
Leng Jianan looked at her with indifferent eyes, unable to guess what he was thinking.
His once eighteen-year-old lover has turned into a twenty-two-year-old woman!
She never looked for him
But if A-kun hadn't given her as a gift to him last night, then to which man would she have dedicated her first time to him? Four years ago, a moment of soft-heartedness allowed her to stay until today.
Has she been cleaning herself up for him in the past four years?
Thinking of this, Leng Jianan smiled coldly, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. Even if it is a woman he doesn't want, other men are not allowed to get involved.
Thinking of the way she proudly said goodbye to him four years ago, he became angry.
Fortunately, no one else knew about it, otherwise this would be the biggest laughing stock for him, Young Master Leng. Any woman would dare to say goodbye to him?
He asked her to come here, but he suddenly found a toy that had been dusted for a long time, but it was still so new, so he became a little interested. She owed him something, and she hasn't paid it back yet.
The domestic servant stood three meters away and said respectfully: "Master, Miss Tang is here."
"Go down," Leng Jianan said calmly.
Ke'er stood there blankly, her head lowered, a little embarrassed. She didn't know how she felt at this time.
Along the way, I was in a trance, feeling like I was dreaming
There are many red marks on the back of my hands.
Her nerves reminded her that it hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much that she couldn't even shed tears even if she wanted to.
Maybe it corresponds to the sentence: The wind is rustling and the water is cold. I owe money and you have to pay it back...
Four years after "coming here", he still hasn't gotten rid of his habit of ordering others, and his tone is even more domineering.
Ke'er was startled for a moment and looked at Leng Jianan blankly. Why should she listen to him again?
Leng Jianan frowned, his eyes were still sharp and sharp. If you dare to disobey his orders, your stubbornness will be hard to change.
The voice couldn't help but rise again, becoming more and more cold: "Come here"
This time, Ke'er was shocked by his coldness and subconsciously moved closer to him. Yes, no one can disobey his orders.
The courage that Ke'er finally mustered up to fight against him suddenly collapsed under his second cold blow.