She definitely didn't mean to look, but the glass was transparent, and there was nothing she could do. She saw Leng Shaotian wearing black trousers and a white shirt. All the buttons of the shirt had been unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest, and his tall body.
The voluptuous woman was pressed tightly against the kitchen cabinet. The woman's clothes were messy and she was almost half-naked. Her eyes were half-closed with an intoxicated expression, and a coquettish sound escaped from her bright red lips from time to time.
It was hot, and Leng Shaotian's hands were massaging her breasts wantonly at this moment...it seemed that he was enjoying it.
"Brother, is something wrong?" She called him brother in front of outsiders.
Leng Shaotian bit the woman's neck lightly, and saw the woman swaying her hips and said "Ah...".
"Is everything okay? I'm leaving then!" After saying that, she turned around. She was currently busy preparing to take the qualification certificate exam, but she didn't have time to enjoy such boring things.
"Ah..." However, as soon as she turned around, the woman's scream came from behind.
Mo Xiyu turned around and found the woman lying half-dressed on the ground. She might have hit something, and there was blood on her wrists.
Leng Shaotian, on the other hand, was buttoning his clothes, as if nothing had happened.
This man is really cold. No, he is completely insane. Just now, he treated others like that, and then turned his back and stopped recognizing them.
However, "Master, next time..." The woman ignored her bleeding hands, stepped forward and grabbed Leng Shaotian's trousers, and asked expectantly, she was really mean.
"I will contact you!" Leng Shaotian lowered his head and shook his head slightly at the woman, indicating that she could leave.
The woman pursed her red lips, looked pitifully at the cold and heartless Leng Shaotian, hesitated slightly, and finally turned around and left reluctantly.
When passing by Mo Xiyu, he glanced at her lightly. The contempt and provocation in his eyes made Mo Xiyu speechless. What was wrong with her?
"Uncle Wang seems to have just gone to pick you up. How did you come back?" Leng Shaotian buttoned his clothes elegantly and looked at Mo Xiyu with a cold expression. His eyes were full of doubts, as if he had done something bad.
She is Mo Xiyu, not herself.
"When we met Mr. He, he sent me back!" Mo Xiyu said truthfully, not thinking there was anything wrong.
"Oh, He Chao?" Leng Shaotian lowered his eyelids slightly and seemed to be adjusting his sleeves carelessly. While speaking coldly, he slowly raised his head to look at her with cold eyes.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm going back to my room first!" After seeing the scene just now, she even lost her appetite.
"Have you learned how to seduce men?" A faint voice snorted disapprovingly.
Mo Xiyu secretly clenched her hands to hold back her depression. She really wanted to ask this man. He was only four years older than her. His love history would probably take several books to write, but... She, Mo Xiyu
, at this moment, she is still a young girl...
Hooking up? Haha... Even if it was true, who was he qualified to say about her!
After thinking about it, he turned around and looked at Leng Shaotian, "You can think more..."
Mo Xiyu didn't feel too much fear towards her husband who was called her brother. Therefore, everyone spoke submissively in front of him, but she never did! In her heart, she regarded him as her brother, and she never felt that
He will hurt her, even if she knows he doesn't like her.
He turned around and walked towards the door again.
Looking at that figure, Leng Shaotian turned around and walked out of the kitchen, walking straight towards the wine cabinet. He poured himself a glass of wine gracefully, taking a deep sniff of the wine with his nose, and raised an evil smile on his lips.
, take a small sip.
Then he put down his wine glass and followed him out of the door unhurriedly, heading towards the bedroom.
When he opened the door, he heard the sound of water rushing, and Leng Shaotian's throat tightened.