It turned out that the light in his eyes was called desire! Simiao wanted to retreat nervously, but found that the window behind her was against the window, and there was no room to retreat at all. But Ouyang Ji, she could clearly feel him in his lower body.
He raised his head, swallowed nervously, and said rationally, "Ouyang Ji, don't make violent movements with your hands, stay away from me."
"It doesn't matter, I will control my hands very well so that I don't get hurt." Ouyang Ji looked at Simiao's nervous expression with his charming eyes. Her flawless cheeks were red, making people want to take a bite.
Her slightly raised red mouth looked like a delicate cherry, waiting for someone to pick it.
Involuntarily, he lowered his body and took advantage of her to pick the cherry and claim its sweetness. She was very uneasy. She was struggling both with her body and her lips, but the more she struggled, the more like a wind, she was sucked into him.
The original small flames fanned into a fire that was difficult to extinguish, allowing him to go from picking cherries to wanting more sweetness. It was like there was a fire of samadhi in his belly, waiting for Princess Iron Fan's Baba Fan to extinguish it.
His Princess Iron Fan is the little woman covered in thorns in front of him!
"Uh-" Ouyang Ji, you bastard, you are still bullying me at this time. Simiao opened her eyes angrily. She was almost suffocated by Ouyang Ji's kiss. She did not feel the so-called sweetness or the so-called nature of the kiss at all.
Some of the beauty is just disgust for Ouyang Ji.
He tightened his grip on her body so that she had no chance of escaping. He lowered his head in annoyance and looked at Ouyang Ji's injured hand wrapped in gauze. He had an idea, it should be very painful if he hits her. Damn it, I despise Zhen Simiao.
You, how long have you been, are still soft-hearted? Simiao raised his hand, pointed it at Ouyang Ji's injured hand, closed his eyes, and hit it hard.
"Ah!" This time Ouyang Ji's pain was not muffled, but a cry that he couldn't help laughing. The next second he let go of Simiao, and all the desire in his body instantly turned into anger, and his face was filled with pain in his arm.
She turned pale, holding her arms and writhing in pain on the ground. Damn it, he thought she had obeyed, and forgot to guard against the thorns that this little hedgehog would poke out at any time.
Simiao was a little confused and looked at the blood seeping out of the gauze on Ouyang Ji's hand in shock. There was so much blood, could his hand be disabled?! Ouyang Ji who raped her that night flashed in his mind, like a devil.
Ouyang Ji, who has no humanity, would he treat her like this because of this? As a Chinese, the laws of his country have governed Ouyang Ji, let alone France. No one will care about what Ouyang Ji does.
Thinking about this, Simiao shook her head in panic and ran! The first thought in her mind was to run. She didn't want to be raped again. She picked up her wallet rationally and carefully spared Ouyang Ji, who was in pain and couldn't help herself.
, quickly ran out of the presidential suite.
"Stupid, stupid woman." Ouyang Jitong frowned and looked at Simiao's running figure, as if talking would affect the wound on his hand, which made him never say the words "I don't blame you", and endured the heartbreaking pain.
It hurt, so I called the front office and said in fluent French, "Come to the 808 presidential suite, and my wife." I was so painful that I was sweating and couldn't say anything...
From the outside, the scenery of Paris is more beautiful, but it is so beautiful that Simiao wants to cry. She feels like a poor stray cat with nowhere to go, just squatting on an unknown roadside. She raised her head and looked at
The series of French words written on the road signs made me cry out loud. No matter how good and fresh France is, it will never be as good as my motherland.
In the motherland, she knows Chinese characters, which are the crystallization of human wisdom, and can recognize road signs. In the motherland, there are Chinese people with black hair and eyes like her. Even if she does not know how to write, she can still ask people and communicate with them. However,
Now, looking at the French people with yellow hair and blue eyes walking past in a hurry, she couldn't even communicate with them because she didn't speak French at all.
It was late at night, and the bustling city became quiet, which made Simiao even more uneasy. She stood up and walked aimlessly to the street. She suddenly saw a phone booth, as if she saw a savior or a relative, almost running to it.
In the phone booth, "Call Xue, she understands French, and ask her to buy me an electronic ticket from China, and then go back and let Ouyang Ji go to hell." He eagerly took a few coins from his pocket and threw them into the coin slot.
In the next second, she finally understood that as much as she hoped, she would be disappointed. The French phone booth did not recognize Chinese coins. A basin of cold water, no, a basin of ice water, was ruthlessly poured on her body, freezing her to the bottom of her heart.
….
"How is it possible that I can't find it?!" Ouyang Ji's dark eyes looked at the monitor with dangerous eyes. Simiao hurriedly ran out of the revolving door and shouted to the police station personnel. Damn it, it's zero now.
It's past one in the morning. She has no friends in France and doesn't understand French. Where can she go?! It's all his fault for being irrational and wanting her at this time!
"We have searched all the places nearby. Mr. Ouyang, you also know how difficult it is to find someone in Paris. We have tried our best. We will help you find someone tomorrow. Maybe the chance of finding someone during the day will be greater."
The male policeman in his forties explained, obviously perfunctorily.
"Really?" Ouyang Ji's deep and unhappy voice was chilling. He dialed a series of numbers on his mobile phone and said coldly like a king, "It's me. I'm in Paris. My wife is missing..."
Hand the phone to the policeman.
In just a few seconds, after hanging up the call, the policeman made a 180-degree change, his attitude was very friendly and humble, "Mr. Ouyang, don't worry, we will look for your wife overnight." After saying this, he took several policemen with him.
left.
"Boss, whose call did you answer?"... "Senior Inspector!".
As the morning sun rose, Simiao sat in the phone booth all night, cried and thought about it, which was to go to the bank to exchange Chinese money for French money, then buy a plane ticket and fly back to China.
Get up and walk out of the phone booth, looking for the bank.
The morning air in Paris is very fresh. From a distance, the towering buildings seem to be surrounded by clouds and mist. For Simiao, the romantic city is simply a trap for Ouyang Ji. He is always trying to tease her and lead her away.
Come here, give her some candy during the day, take her to play here and there, and act as a tour guide for her with a very good temper. At night, give her a bunch of hard-working Coptis chinensis, take the opportunity to do evil to her, and indirectly drive her away.
He had already planned everything before he came out and ended up on the street.
Ouyang Ji, do I just let you hate me so much? Are you trying so hard to punish me? Bastard, how can there be such a rubbish person like you in the world?