"Okay, since you want money so much, it doesn't make any difference to you whose bed you crawl into, right? I have plenty of money. If you make me feel comfortable by taking good care of me, I will not only reward you with money, but also give you a favor.
You’re guaranteed to see a lot! Get away!”
As he said that, his iron-like arms pulled Qingwu forcefully. No matter how much she cried, he just dragged her frail body towards the elevator.
Qingwu cried till she was hoarse, scolded him, hit him, and kicked him, but his iron-clad body remained indifferent.
Finally, she was tired and could only breathe. She couldn't stop her miserable crying and those hot tears rolled down his veined arms one by one, burning his wheat.
The colored skin trembled and trembled, making him at a loss what to do.
He felt her tears all the time.
It was like he felt his dying or dead heart all the time.
It hurts, Ah Wu, just stay with me.
As soon as the elevator door closed, he pressed her against the elevator wall. Qingwu's clothes were so thin that the cold temperature pressed against her back, making her shiver.
Just as she was about to turn over and escape, he arrogantly refused to give her any chance to escape. He rushed forward with his strong body, his chest squeezed the softness of her chest, his boiling breath sprinkled on her white face, and his black eyes had turned into
Red, he aimed at her pale lips, opened his mouth and bit down hard.
Qingwu's eyes widened, obviously frightened by his rude and forceful behavior. Behind her was the cold elevator wall, and in front of her was his hot body.
In fact, she couldn't feel anything anymore. She could only feel her lips being sucked hard by him and put into his mouth with strong masculine scent. Her lips were being rolled and rubbed by his teeth and tongue, and they were being torn apart. He was so indifferent.
Being merciless and using force without knowing the importance of it was like taking her by force and sucking her broken soul into her belly.
Soon, the coquettish smell of blood spread in the air like silky brocade.
Qingwu tasted the salty smell of rust, tears broke down, and thin beads of sweat climbed on her forehead. It was like insects and ants that made her unbearable. She couldn't control his madness, and she always couldn't bear it.
.
"Uh... let go... don't touch me... uh..." She kept struggling, but with this little strength in front of Ling Yansen, she might as well be tickling him, but her kitten-like claws should not be underestimated.
Quickly, there was a shocking sharp red mark on his fair and delicate collarbone, and the skin and flesh opened, revealing traces of blood.
He was deeply involved, chewing her soft cherry lips intoxicatedly, as if he was savoring the cherry blossom wine brewed in early March in Japan, and refused to let go.
It wasn't until his tongue tasted enough of the strong smell of blood, and until her hot tears rubbed his face all over his face, that he moved away a little, and his forehead with exposed veins pressed against her trembling little head without permission, pressing and fitting.
In the deep black pupils, her disgusted and disdainful gaze was reflected so clearly, constantly strangling him, but the excitement factor in her body was intensified by the domineering kiss, ready to move, boiling endlessly.
His hot breath brushed against her sweaty cheeks that were flushed with anger. She turned her face away in disgust, as if inhaling the turbid air he breathed out was a silent insult to her.
Ling Yansen suddenly felt frustrated.
Sighing deeply.
"Ah Wu..."
"Don't call me that!"
Sure enough, her tone was as cold as the bottom of the cold pool. The cold water dragged the duckweed, and a whirlpool completely drove Ling Yansen's hope, which was like duckweed, to the bottom of the lake, out of sight.
She was always like this, forcing him not to be gentle to her.
He couldn't control the way he kissed her just now. Her teary eyes looked graceful like a fairy, and the cheongsam on her body that fit her slender body so damn well came to his eyes.
It's been a whole night! He hasn't wandered once, and his self-control has been helplessly weakened!
God knows how far his desire for her has accumulated over the past three years! Sure enough, tonight is the critical point. This brief and hasty kiss, Ling Yansen knew, would come sooner or later.
Qingwu quickly stopped crying, and her eyeballs with red bloodshot eyes stared dryly, like an autumn fruit with a cracked shell, dry and tough.
She covered her mouth, leaned against the dark corner, and tried her best to hold her breath, as if being in the same space with him and breathing the air he breathed was a kind of torture for her.
Seeing her completely disgusted look, Ling Yansen also turned cold. The apology he had just made had long since disappeared. He couldn't figure out what she was thinking. He just used the scene where he saw her and Hirano Yamaji being intimate with each other to numb himself and told himself,
She has completely fallen and has become a woman who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. Or maybe, wasn't she like this three years ago? This is her essence!
After getting out of the elevator, he was still in his usual ruthless and ruthless style. He grabbed her thin wrist and dragged her out of the hotel's revolving door.
When many colleagues saw Qingwu being pulled out by a handsome man, they all opened their eyes wide and gasped.
The waiter drove the Aston Martin, which was as arrogant as its owner, to the foot of the steps. Ling Yansen didn't have much sympathy for her, but when he roughly pushed Qingwu into the car, he still had some strength left. He could feel that this
The woman now really looked like a porcelain doll that would break into pieces if hit. It was so brittle that it made his heart flutter.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Qing Wu raised her feet angrily, and her high heels got stuck in the gap of the car door that he was about to slam, "Where are you taking me?"
"On the bed."
"Ling Yansen! I still have a contract to sign, so I don't have as much time as you!"
"Isn't the purpose of signing the contract just to climb into that old pervert's bed and earn some money for selling yourself? Hehe, I'll pay twice the price, and I'll allow you to see a lot of things. As long as you make me feel comfortable, you can do it for one night.
Dry?"
Qing Wu gritted her teeth, her eyes were like thin needles, piercing Ling Yansen's eyeballs, so hard that she wanted to kick him to hell. Maybe her teeth were chattering too much, and her whole little face was distorted, half of it was
Under the bright and semi-dark light, only the bones were left to support the thin frame, and the pointed mandible oozed angry and desperate cold sweat, as if it would break if someone pinched it.
A lot...
"Let's go."
She cherished words like gold, but no one knew that these two words came out of her throat, but it took almost half her life's energy. When she finished speaking, she ignored his graceful and messy eyes, lowered her head, and spread her palms covered with cold sweat. Sure enough,
, several deep crescent marks stood out in the palm of her hand. She looked at it, but she felt no pain. Her heart felt as if four walls had been forcibly demolished. They collapsed, leaving only large areas of empty wasteland.
Duoduo, please forgive your mother for being mean... okay?
Ling Yansen stiffened into a piece of wood that was frozen in ice. He stayed there for a long time. He exerted force on his palms and pulled the car door back and forth, but he couldn't close it.
He looked at the woman who lowered her head in the shadow for a long time. Her profile was stretched and slender by the dim light, showing her powerless slenderness. Her eyelids were covered with thick green and black eyelashes, one by one.
Looking into her misty eyes, he didn't see tears on her pale cheeks, but he saw the delicate cheeks bulging on both sides of her cheeks, and her pointed mandible was still shaking like a pendulum.
Maybe the night wind was too cold, which made his head a little unconscious. His deep black eyes were empty, leaving only a deep trance. His thin lips were pursed, and he didn't know his emotions or anger. Those two words he said to her
Can't make any reaction.
"Are you leaving or not?"
Qingwu raised her head and glanced at him quickly and coldly, deliberately ignoring all the expressions on his deep outline. She magnified her impatience infinitely.
Ling Yansen's eyes flashed, as if he had just returned from a fugue in the distant sky, and he seemed to sigh softly. He did not feel happy at all because of her cheerfulness, but instead felt stuffy in his heart.
He closed the car door heavily and walked to the driver's seat. Soon, the Aston Martin sped away, passing like a ghost under the dim street lights, leaving only a slender silhouette.
Looking at the dignified and gorgeous Jingshan Villa and Villa on the gate, Qingwu had mixed feelings in her heart.
The Aston Martin stopped at the curve in front of the huge flower bed and turned off the engine.
Qingwu felt sad and happy at the same time, with an unspeakable depression in her heart. She never expected that she would be able to return to the Jingshan villa complex three years later, but as a lowly call girl.
The villa was still the same villa, with flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and the decoration pattern had not changed at all, but everything inside no longer had any connection with her, except for Duoduo.
The lattice windows shine with bright yellow light, which makes the luxurious villa in front of you look more like a real home, rather than a model of elegant architecture displayed in a glass frame for people to admire.
Ling Yansen pressed his fingerprints, and the door opened with a bang.
Qingwu followed up the steps, looked at the brand new door, and smiled vainly, "Did you change the door?"
"Seems to be."
Ling Yansen didn't know when the door was replaced. He didn't care about these trivial matters, so he just nodded briefly and frowned to show his depressed mood.
Yes, he damn wanted her, but he didn't expect that she would agree so readily, as if it was true as he said, it didn't matter whose bed she climbed into, she didn't care at all.
!
Could it be said that in the years since she left, she has crawled into many people's beds?
Ling Yansen just wanted to slap himself in the face for such a bloody guess.
He entered the door and turned on the wall light switch in the corridor. Warm-toned light floated. He lowered his head and put on his house slippers. Qingwu watched him bend down, his movements were graceful and slow, and then she habitually polished his noble and shiny Italian leather shoes.
They are placed neatly, almost on the same level.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and sure enough, although people are getting worse, they are still so rigid in nature.