Suddenly, Shen Weixin lifted the quilt and Leng Jianan's perfect figure made people's hearts beat. Shen Weixin stood up slowly, looking at his body calmly but sadly, a body she had never touched before.
Suddenly, a trace of tears filled her eyes, slowly rolled down her eyes, and hit Leng Jianan's lower abdomen. She couldn't even hope to touch his skin.
But the other woman lying next to him at this time could do whatever she wanted with his body.
Hatred gradually arises
Shen Weixin walked to the other side of the bed, with a cold expression but shedding tears, and took off Ke'er's clothes one by one.
She rested Ke'er's head on Leng Jianan's arm, tilted half of her face, and half leaned against his chest. Shen Weixin's hand suddenly froze.
Have they had many such intimate and sweet gestures? Did they just sleep in each other's arms during those nights when she was alone, while she could only cry beside her?
Suddenly, the tears in her eyes turned cold. She quickly opened her bag, took out her mobile phone, and turned it into camera mode.
Card, card, card, all the ambiguity was frozen in that moment
Ke'er's head shook restlessly a few times, and she woke up slowly and opened her eyes. The surroundings were dark and quiet. She got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and slept on the bed at home.
Gradually she recalled some fragments. Shen Weixin sent her home when she was drunk.
It's just strange that although she doesn't drink well, she won't get drunk after just two cocktails. A trace of doubt came to her mind, and she lifted up the quilt.
There was no discomfort on her body, only her coat had been taken off, and everything else was intact while hanging on the hanger. Shen Weixin must have found the key in her purse and sent her upstairs.
But there is always a trace of doubt lingering, but it is already late at night, and it is not easy for her to call and disturb Shen Weixin
My throat was so dry that I got out of bed and poured a glass of water to drink. My head was still a little dizzy, and I soon fell asleep again.
But how could Leng Jianan forget? When he opened his eyes, he saw the luxurious presidential suite of Manya Hotel, and Shen Weixin sitting quietly on the sofa like a sculpture, looking at him.
She was always so indifferent to his sudden standing up, as if she had never been flustered. But in fact, she could no longer hold her breath. Otherwise, how could she have drugged his coffee?
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Solemn warning: Dear readers and friends, no matter what happens next, I ask you to stay calm, no matter how calm you are, because those are just floating clouds, and beauty always comes after the storm. You must stay calm...