Rayev, the head of the National Security Council, opened the car door for Valeria.
When Valeria got into the car, she glanced at the rather awkward bald director of the Security Bureau, who squeezed out a smile.
His laughter was even worse than crying.
Pusinveyev lets Valeria go.
He must have taken the blame for "catching the wrong person". At this moment, he could only pray in his heart that Lord Valeria would not remember the villain's past.
Rayev closed the door of the extended bulletproof Mercedes-Benz sedan for Valeria, and looked at the bald subordinates for half of his eyes, so he got into another Mercedes-Benz sedan.
The Bald Director directly obeyed Vedev and did not report to Rayev at all.
It is normal to obey no1, but Rayev is his direct superior after all, and the bald director keeps his mouth shut.
Of course Rayev was unhappy when his subordinates did this.
The convoy left.
The bald director wanted to cry without tears.
In the back seat of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz sedan, Valeria lit a Davidoff cigarette, took a sip, frowned and thought.
Before she was released, she was hesitating whether to play the trump card against Pusinvejvev, but the result was a turnaround.
Why did Pusinvedeve suddenly release her?
Is it him?
Valeria shook her head when she thought of the man she loved deeply.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
She dared not have much hope for the return of that man.
The people who supported her in the faction put a lot of pressure on Pusing?
Valeria thought about it but had no clue.
The convoy arrived at Valeria's mansion.
The iron gate of the manor opened automatically, and the convoy bypassed the lawn, which was as large as the main stadium, and parked in front of the luxurious villa.
The housekeeper brought his servant to welcome Valeria.
Everyone got off the car.
Rayev came to Valeria.
Even though he is in a high position now, he still respects the former boss from the bottom of his heart and says, "You have a good rest, I will visit you tomorrow."
"good."
Valeria nodded, walked through several steps, and the butler and servant who were standing on both sides of the steps bowed and bowed.
Valeria gently pushed open the two doors, thinking that it would be difficult for Pusinve to return here during his reign.
In just a few days, it seems like a different life.
Valeria, who walked into the luxurious hall of the villa, was mixed with emotion. Looking around the hall, she suddenly found a person standing at the innermost part of the hall.
This man's long hair is shoulder-length, and it is casually dispersed, giving people a feeling of unrulyness.
At this time, the man was admiring the famous paintings hanging on the wall, with his back facing Valeria.
"Here I'm back."
The man standing in front of the painting, his voice was hoarse and low.
Valeria frowned, stared at the man's slender back and said, "Who are you?"
"Your benefactor."
"You saved me?"
Valeria stared at the man with wide eyes, and could not think of anyone who could make the extremely powerful Pusin bow his head and give in.
"I saved you, how can you repay me?"
"repay......"
"Be my woman."
The man's words made Valeria's eyes suddenly cold.
Bang!
The main entrance of the villa is closed.
The assistant, housekeeper, servant, and bodyguard did not enter the villa and were all outside.
There are only Valeria and a long-haired man in such a big villa.
"Come!"
Valeria shouted.
No one responded.
"Although this is your home, no one will come in to disturb us. You are mine tonight." The long-haired man's hoarse and low voice was full of confidence.
"If you really saved me, I will repay you, but it is impossible to let me be your woman!" After Valeria finished speaking, she pushed down an exquisite vase that was standing tall at the door.
The vase is broken.
Valeria quickly picked up a sharp piece of porcelain, pressed against the major artery of her neck and carotid, and would rather die than surrender.
Since she fell in love with Chen Hao, she has never been able to tolerate other men and is disgusted with the pursuit, entanglement, and touching of other men.
It is even more impossible to sleep with her.
"Please leave immediately, otherwise you will have to get my body."
Valeria said as she poked her skin with broken pieces, and a touch of blood flowed.
"When you see my handsome face clearly, you will definitely regret letting me leave." The long-haired man seemed very narcissistic.
"You're over-concerned."
Valeria curled her lips and despised the long-haired man with disdainful eyes.
Stay away from her and she will regret it.
There is only one such man, that is the man she loves deeply.
The long-haired man turned around.
Four-eye exchange.
Valeria's expression of disdain was frozen and shocked. The sharp pieces of porcelain slid down from her right hand and fell to the ground.
"Then I'll go?"
Chen Hao asked Valeria with a wicked smile.
Valeria reacted, covered her face excitedly, and disappeared for five years, and the man she had been concerned about for five years suddenly appeared in front of her.
The reunion came too suddenly.
"If you leave, I will really die." Valeria burst into tears as she spoke and ran towards Chen Hao regardless of everything.
Chen Hao met Valeria and opened his arms.
Valeria rushed into Chen Hao's arms, and her long legs tightly clamped Chen Hao's waist.
Chen Hao hugged Valeria, who was crying with joy, and walked around in the spot for a few times. Then the two kissed wildly, venting their indescribable longing.
“Go to the bedroom upstairs.”
Valeria, who was moved, whispered in Chen Hao's ear, soft and seductive.
"Don't you let me go?"
Chen Hao teased Valeria.
"I didn't see you five years ago. You are worse than before. If you want to leave, take me away." Valeria's eyes were as charming as silk, and she couldn't get off Chen Hao.
Chen Hao had no choice but to carry Valeria upstairs.
In his forties, he is already considered an aunt for a little boy.
However, a "aunt" like Valeria is enough to make any man unable to stop, including Chen Hao.
The two entered the bedroom.
Valeria took off her clothes and asked Chen Hao, "Am I still beautiful?"
“Beautiful like a work of art.”
Chen Hao sincerely praised him.
Even in his last life, when he was a student, he didn't know that his aunt believed that a girl was a treasure. When he met Valeria, he would be impulsive and wanted to possess it as much as possible.
"Just like it."
Valeria pushed Chen Hao down on the bed as she spoke.