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"Hmm~ah~ be gentle~ you bastard~" It was obviously a curse word, but it sounded like coquettishness.

I sat in front of the surveillance screen, expressionlessly watching the erotic drama being played on the screen.

That man only confessed to me last month and said he wanted to have a good relationship with me and that he wanted to get married.

And that woman is my nemesis, Jun Xiaoqing. She likes to snatch everything that belongs to me. So she opened the presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in S city to seduce my boyfriend.

The Jun family has never been short of money. As the precious granddaughter of the Jun family, Jun Xiaoqing, the biological one, is much more favored than the adopted one like me.

The man's heavy breathing was mixed with a low growl, and he said roughly: "Baby, your voice is so beautiful."

Jun Xiaoqing's shameless gasp came: "Really? How does Jun Buyu's voice sound?"

The man said: "Isn't it called Silent? How can there be any sound?"

My name is Jun Buyu, and I am mute. According to Jun Changqian, he was frightened when he was a child. Not only can he not speak, but he also has no memory.

It is wrong to say that I am mute. When I was twelve years old, I spoke to Jun Changqian. I followed Jun Xiaoqing and called him uncle. In fact, he was only ten years older than me. When I was twelve years old,

, after that incident happened when he was twenty-two or eighteen years old, he could no longer speak. Even Jun Changqian never heard my voice again.

Jun Xiaoqing laughed exaggeratedly, and the pink on her face fell. She was the same age as me, only twenty years old, but she looked mature and coquettish because of her premature indulgence.

"Ah~I want~bastard~you..." If this video is posted, I wonder if it will cause a sensation in the entire S city? Of course I won't do it, and I can't do it. What is the background of the Jun family, who dares to do it?

?Who can?

The woman screamed very vigorously, the man moved vigorously, and the white vagina swayed in front of my eyes, making me dizzy.

Sure enough, as Jun Changqian said, no man in the world would love me except him. What he loves is just my body or my status as the adopted daughter of the Jun family. So what does his love look like? Father

The love for a daughter? The love of a guardian for a ward?

I got up and left the hotel room. The surveillance screen inside still showed the meat fight, and the sound was muted in the room.

When I walked into the elevator, I didn't feel any sadness or sorrow. This was not the first time. In the past two years, there were not even a dozen men who had confessed to me, but half of the dozen or ten men were raped.

My indifference and inability to speak scared me away. As for the remaining half, after dating or persistently pursuing me for a period of time, they will move on to other goals. Jun Xiaoqing deserves credit. She likes the good ones she sees.

She came, not good, not liked, and she also had a bunch of sisters who were dissatisfied with their desires. I was not surprised.

When I left the lobby, I saw the lobby manager talking on the phone from a distance. Although I was far away and could not hear clearly what he said, I could understand that he was saying: "Sir, yes, the lady has come down."

?Looks okay..."

Because I didn't speak, Jun Changqian specially hired the best lip reading teacher to teach me. In order to show off, Jun Xiaoqing brought people to Jun's hotel, just to blatantly stimulate me.

I grabbed my bag tightly, walked out of the hotel, and reached out to stop the car.

It's normal for every move I make to fall in his eyes. As a shopping aristocrat in City S who can cover the sky with one hand, there is nothing he can hide from Jun Changqian.

"Miss, are you going to Franya Garden?"

I nodded lightly. Look, even a taxi driver can receive his arrangements. Why would such a capable man let that happen? Even if he helped me get to this point, I will never forgive him, ever.

Can’t forgive either!

Who is Jun Changqian? My adoptive father? No, I don’t call him dad, I call him uncle, Uncle Qian. Twelve years ago, he picked me up on the street and we have been living together since then. Twelve years ago

, seems very far away, and seems like just yesterday...


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