After drinking all night, you will definitely have strong after-effects when you wake up. However, being drunk is sometimes more comfortable than being sober.
Geng Yuhuai's drinking capacity was good, but Tong Qing's was much worse. So in the end, Geng Yuhuai carried Tong Qing back to his residence. But he smelled of alcohol, but his mind was still clear. People who want to get drunk are not drunk, and they shouldn't be drunk.
But he was already lying down.
To be honest, Geng Yuhuai doesn't want to go back to "Jasmine Pavilion". But it seems that he can't go back. Today Qinglong is coming back from Egypt, and Tong Qing is still drunk and unconscious. He can't let the casino be empty, and he can't let Qinglong see him like this.
It didn't look like that. So he had to go back and take a shower and change clothes.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw that slender figure sitting on the sofa. The sky was already a bit blue-grey. Could it be that she had been waiting for him all night?
"Wait for me?" Throwing his clothes aside, Geng Yuhuai sat down on the sofa opposite Hua Yu. He didn't look at her, he couldn't look at her. With his eyes closed, Geng Yuhuai completely relaxed his body into the soft leather of the sofa.
He was very tired, the alcohol was burning in his brain, he was a little dizzy and had a slight pain. But he could already feel her approaching.
The sweet taste stimulated him to open his eyes.
Her face was right in front of him, and there was a light water color flowing in her eyes. What does it mean to stop talking? You can know it when you see the eyes in front of you.
Maybe he was tired, maybe he was unable to control it. Her face was so close to his, and her breath was right at the end of his nose. The light floral scent gently brushed his cheek, and the faint itching...
It deeply stimulated his nerves.
Before Hua Yu's confused eyes could realize what had happened, Geng Yuhuai's palm had already pressed the back of her head, and his lips that smelled of wine and tobacco had pressed heavily on her lips. With burning heat,
Tossing and turning and sucking, he couldn't stop. His tongue gently opened her teeth, reached in and danced gently with her entanglement. The other hand hooked her waist and moved it along, her soft body had fallen.
In my arms.
A soft body and a breath as sweet as honey.
"Flower language." He murmured against her lips. His thoughts were so intense at this dawn that he was completely bewitched and unable to resist.
His dark palms traced down her graceful and smooth neck, and held her weak shoulders along her collarbone. He pressed her body into his arms. When his fingers touched her wrist hanging by her side, there was a hint of coldness.
The pain pierced the deepest part of her heart, and there were traces of despair on her wrists. This reminded him of the coldness he had to pretend to be in front of her.
"Are you tempting me?" He closed his eyes and buried his head in her shoulder. He tried his best to suppress his emotions. He raised his head after a while, with a playful sarcasm on his lips, but there was pain deep in his heart.
But it was more intense.
Hua Yu's expression is dull, she knows her identity very well
~His possessions.
~It’s just an item.
And she wanted something from him. So she obeyed. No matter how much she disliked him, she no longer rejected him or resisted. If he wanted this body, then give it to him. She was too poor, too ordinary, too insignificant, and she didn’t have it.
The other chips that can be traded with her, including this body, are not hers, but she can still obey him if he wants it.
He pinched the slender chin with his hand and gently raised the beautiful face. Geng Yuhuai narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so soft? It's not like your character. Why? You want me?" He asked knowingly.
Hua Yu gently struggled out of his arms and handed the paper that had been prepared on the coffee table in front of the sofa to Geng Yuhuai.
Geng Yuhuai reached out and took it, with a few words written crookedly on it with a carbon pen: Can you help me?
Geng Yuhuai looked up at Hua Yu indifferently and coldly: "I don't do business at a loss."
Hua Yu immediately took out the top piece of paper from her hand, and on the second piece of paper she read: I gave everything I had in exchange!
"What do you have? All your people are mine!" Geng Yuhuai deliberately showed contempt and disdain.
Hua Yu's brows furrowed slightly, and she quickly took out another piece of paper. The third piece of paper said: I obey!
Geng Yuhuai smiled, and there was a bitter laughter in his throat: "You can't choose whether you obey or not!"
Hua Yu suddenly fell down on the sofa, her face paler than the paper in Geng Yu Huai's hand, and her blood solidified at this moment. This was the worst ending. He didn't care, he thought that there was no room for bargaining with him for something that belonged to him.
"I know what you want me to help you with."
Geng Yuhuai said calmly: "You want me to help you take revenge?"
There was no question in his tone, only affirmation.
Sitting on the sofa, Hua Yu nodded feebly. Yes! She wanted revenge. She wanted Pang Tongde, who had destroyed her life, to taste life worse than death. But she didn't have that ability. She could only use his. But she
There is no bargaining chip in exchange for it. Is he willing to do so?
"I can help you!"
She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of prayer. Her bright eyes were burning with humble hope.
"But in the meantime you must obey my instructions completely."
Hua Yu nodded fiercely.
"When it's done, I want to be 'Hua'."
It turned out that he was also planning on "Hua's", and there was a trace of disappointment in his heart that even she didn't understand. It turned out that everything was for profit. Biting her lips, Huayu knew that there is no such thing as a free dinner, right?
She nodded. She clearly understood that this was a deal signed with the devil, and she had no right to negotiate.
What's more~
money!
She doesn't care!
As long as she can wash away her shame, she can even give her life in return.
There was a slight sadness trembling in her heart, but she ignored that fragile existence.