Tang Ruoxue fell limply on the big bed, her head was dizzy, her consciousness was blurred, and she had no power to resist.
Zhao Dongyang stood on the carpet. Instead of rushing towards him, he took out a tripod and a high-definition camera from a travel bag.
Having a special liking for photography, he constantly adjusted the angle, striving to fully cover the bed and capture Tang Ruoxue's micro-expressions.
After setting up the camera, Zhao Dongyang brought another glass of water, put a white pill in it, and drank it for Tang Ruoxue.
Such a beautiful night is only interesting if we interact with each other.
Not long after, Tang Ruoxue groaned a few times and opened her eyes with difficulty:
"Zhao Dongyang, you bastard..."
She regained some consciousness, but her whole body was still weak.
"Ruoxue, are you awake? You are so beautiful and sexy."
When Zhao Dongyang saw her waking up, he walked up with an evil smile:
"Did you know that when you lie on the bed, you are a perfect work of art?"
"These legs, these breasts, these hands, this face, there are no flaws at all."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of you later and I will not let you get hurt in the slightest."
He breathed hot air from his mouth: "Of course, if you want to go crazy, I can accompany you crazy."
"asshole……"
Such explicit words made Tang Ruoxue furious. She wanted to fight back but was unable to do so.
She struggled to say: "Aren't you afraid of revenge from me and the Tang family when you treat me like this?"
"Death under the peonies, being a ghost is also romantic."
Zhao Dongyang's smile was very evil: "As long as I can get you, I am willing to pay no matter how high the price is."
"Besides, my uncle and aunt have a very good impression of me. They will only be happy when they know that I have a relationship with you, and they will never complain at all."
"As for you...afterwards, you have no other choice but to marry me."
For Zhao Dongyang, settling Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling is only a matter of 100 million. If 100 million is not enough, then 200 million will be enough.
As for Tang Ruoxue, Zhao Dongyang knew her face-loving character, and when her overlord took advantage of her, he would only swallow her anger to avoid embarrassment.
"Marry you? Dream on."
Tang Ruoxue scolded: "I will take you to the bottom of the jail and sit there."
"Sue me?"
Zhao Dongyang smiled disapprovingly and said:
"With my uncle and aunt working around me, and my prominent status, the police will not interfere with this family matter."
"Besides, the reason you sue me is to make it public and announce to the world that you were fucked by me and that you are an unclean woman of the Tang family."
"You don't want your face, the Tang family's face, the Tang family's face anymore?"
"And if you sue me, I will also sue you. I will sue you for coveting the Zhao family's assets and tempting me to bite you back if you fail."
"I will also ask the brokering client to stand up and testify, proving that you indeed have a plot against me."
"As a result, the water will become even more muddy, and few people will be able to pry into the truth."
"What I will lose, I don't know and I don't care...but you will definitely get a reputation as a bad woman."
Zhao Dongyang broke down Tang Ruoxue's resistance step by step: "Will you embarrass yourself? Will you embarrass the Tang family?"
Tang Ruoxue gritted her teeth, she was really a shameless villain.
"Ruoxue, stop resisting and just be my woman. Believe me, you will definitely be happy."
Zhao Dongyang stood in front of Tang Ruoxue with a smile, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while waiting for the medicine on her body to take effect.
Tang Ruoxue clenched her fists and was furious, but she had no strength to fight back.
Moreover, a strange emotion rose up from deep in his heart, and countless faces kept turning in his mind like a revolving lantern.
Those faces turned out to be men's faces.
Although the faces are different, the eyes are the same, with evil smiles and viciousness!
Tang Ruoxue bit her teeth sharply, piercing the tip of her tongue to give herself a little more clarity:
"Zhao Dongyang, if you dare to touch me, I will hold you to death together."
At this moment, Tang Ruoxue's usually cold and snowy face turned rosy, her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, and a lot of sweat seeped out from her white jade-like skin.
The expression is also flowing with amorous feelings.
"Ruoxue, do you want me to go up?"
Zhao Dongyang caught Tang Ruoxue's changes and pretended to be polite and irritating.
The magnetic man's voice made Tang Ruoxue's delicate body tremble.
"Zhao Dongyang, you...get out of here..."
Tang Ruoxue tried her best to keep her voice as steady as possible:
"I swear, if you dare to touch me, I will kill you."
"Ruoxue, don't blame me, I really like you so much."
Zhao Dongyang's eyes were fierce:
"I don't understand, you divorced that loser, why not only don't you marry me, but you also cut off all contact with me?"
Tang Ruoxue shouted with difficulty: "You are despicable..."
"Yes, I deceived you at Caesar's Palace, and I was greedy for credit when it came to rescuing my aunt."
Zhao Dongyang stared at the woman:
"But I do all this because I love you."
"If I didn't love you so crazily, how could I have done those things?"
"Can't you see my hard work at all?"
"Or are you still nostalgic for that trash?"
The man's voice sounded a bit eerie in the room.
Zhao Dongyang was full of anger towards Ye Fan. He was a dignified young man with a net worth of several billion, but he never stepped down on Ye Fan again and again.
Instead, he was humiliated by Ye Fan several times. Thinking of this, Zhao Dongyang felt a thorn in his heart.
"Yes, I'm thinking about Ye Fan, how about it?"
Tang Ruoxue broke the jar and smashed it to stimulate Zhao Dongyang: "No matter how useless I am, I am still better than a villain like you."
"I admit, Ye Fan's performance surprised me a bit. He used Song Hongyan as a springboard to fight fiercely with a bunch of powerful people."
Zhao Dongyang spoke without comment:
"But after all, he is just trying to show off his power. He has no foundation and no future. Sooner or later, he will be kicked away by Song Hongyan."
"And I, with a net worth of three billion, will be enough for you to be rich and prosperous for ten lifetimes."
Zhao Dongyang's voice became harsh: "You are thinking about Mark Ye Fan, isn't it that your brain is filled with water?"
"Whether I'm out of my mind or not has nothing to do with you."
Tang Ruoxue struggled to squeeze out a sentence:
"Anyway, in my heart, you can't even compare to Mark Ye Fan..."
"Compared to Mark, you are the real waste."
She looked contemptuous: "I look down on you..."
"waste?"
Zhao Dongyang was furious and slapped him.
Tang Ruoxue was knocked over directly, and there were five more fingerprints on her pretty face.
"Who the hell are you calling useless?"
Zhao Dongyang no longer pretended to be a cultured person, grabbed Tang Ruoxue's hair and shouted:
"Tell me, Ye Fan is a waste."
Tang Ruoxue spat out a mouthful of blood: "You... are trash."
"I'll let you see if it's trash."
Zhao Dongyang became so angry that he pulled off his trousers and rushed towards the big bed like a vicious wolf.
Tang Ruoxue's heart seemed to be falling into the depths of hell.
She screamed and moved back, touching the bedside lamp with her left hand, grabbing it with all her strength and smashing it.
"boom--"
Zhao Dongyang was hit on the head, and a trace of blood spurted out, blurring his eyes.
"Bitch, you dare to hit me? I will kill you."
Zhao Dongyang was completely furious and raised his hand to slap Tang Ruoxue in the face, causing her cheeks to become red and swollen.
Tang Ruoxue's head was dizzy and she moved back. Zhao Dongyang pounced on her and clamped her neck.
Tang Ruoxue could struggle with her arms and legs, but she felt it was difficult to breathe through her mouth and nose.
She felt like she was going to die.
"boom!"
At this moment, there was a loud noise and the door was kicked open.
"Zhao Dongyang, do you want to die?"
The crazy Zhao Dongyang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.
Tang Ruoxue also looked over.
Although the room was dark, the figure that almost pierced the darkness was still vaguely visible. The figure was so tall and straight, and yet so familiar.
