In the evening, it was already very late when Yan Jue came back.
Su Jinse sat on the sofa in a daze, staring at the TV, wondering whether Du Weiwei had kept her word and would leave after taking the money.
"Mr. Yan is back..."
Yan Jue walked in from the outside with a cold face. Su Jinse raised her head and met Yan Jue's cold eyes. Her body was inexplicably tense. Sister Ling stepped forward to ask, but Yan Jue reached out and interrupted, "Ling
Sister, you can rest tonight!"
Sister Ling glanced at the pale Su Jinse hesitantly, then turned around and entered her room in desperation.
"What's wrong?"
she asked softly.
Yan Jue stepped forward with a calm face, grabbed her wrist with his big palm, pressed her down on the sofa, and directly used his hands to pull off her clothes. His strength made Jinse unable to struggle.
She could feel that the man's temper was a bit strange tonight, and it was best not to provoke him when he was in a bad temper.
She didn't move, letting herself be pinned down by him.
Yan Jue suddenly stood up and tore off her pants and underwear together.
This is the living room, and Sister Ling's room is not far away. Su Jinse didn't expect that he would want her here.
She subconsciously used her hands to block it. The crystal light above her head was dazzling her, "Don't do this."
"Snapped--"
Before Su Jinse could react, the oncoming slap made her dizzy and rolled to the ground. This slap made her head buzz and she couldn't recover for a long time. It was so painful that her nose also hurt.
Then a sore and warm feeling came out. She reached out and touched it, and she touched a faint trace of blood.
"Bitch..."
Yan Jue stood up and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, revealing his sexy chest. He went to the bar and opened a bottle of red wine, poured himself a glass, and after finishing the drink, he smashed the glass on the floor.
The wine glass shattered into shards of glass, splashing everywhere. A few pieces scratched the back of Su Jinse's hand, and a few blood stains appeared. Su Jinse had already taken a tissue from the table and raised her head to stop her nosebleeds.
There were also balls of bloody paper.
His face was burning with pain. He gently put his hand on his cheek and looked at him, "You have to give me a reason when you hit me, right?"
A stack of photos fell from the sky and scattered at her feet.
Su Jinse picked one up casually, and suddenly felt like she had fallen into hell...
My brain was rumbling, as if it was going to explode.
The photos in front of her, one after another, were of when Wei Liao kissed her forehead, when Wei Liao hugged her, and when they were holding hands and laughing together, there were even photos of them entering and leaving the hotel.
She finally knew about Du Weiwei's weird smile, she had been deceived.
It turns out that she never thought of letting herself go.
Yan Jue stepped forward and took the photo from her hand, facing her and holding it out in front of her eyes, "Tell me, are these photos true or false?"
Su Jinse didn't know how to defend herself. She stared at the photos and couldn't help but smile bitterly, Du Weiwei...
Are you too trusting?
Yan Jue didn't expect that at this moment she wouldn't defend herself but was still laughing, which made him have the urge to strangle her to death.
"Speak." The man grabbed her chin, squinted his eyes, and stared at her fiercely.
Su Jinse remained silent, secretly clenching her fists and not saying a word.
"When I fucked you, you looked like a dead person. Did following this pretty boy make you happy?" Yan Jue's palm came to Jinse's collarbone. Her collarbone was graceful, delicate, fair and slender. He just
It only takes a little force to kill him.
"You don't want me to touch you because you think I'm dirty. You just roll around under two men at the same time. Isn't it dirty?"