Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"What are you doing here?" Shen Moling's sharp eagle eyes stared at Wen Wan, his beautiful silhouette was clear and distinct, his tone was heavy and slightly panting, and his male hormones were very strong.

Wen Wan's thin shoulders were firmly pressed against the door by him, and she could barely curl her arms against his warm chest.

The smooth skin felt soft through the thin shirt, Wen Wan couldn't help but want to stick it on, but reason told her: "Don't get close to this person"!

"I went wrong..."

Wen Wan's face was flushed like a tomato, she didn't dare to look Shen Moling in the eyes, she turned her face aside, her body writhed uncomfortably, trying to struggle away.

"Going wrong?" Shen Moling let go of her shoulders, and embraced her soft waist instead, with a thin layer of frost covering her eyes, she teasingly said, "Or did you do it on purpose?"

Wen Wan felt a big hand tightly holding her waist, this kind of intimate posture was something she had never experienced before.

She pushed Shen Moling in a panic: "Boss Shen, you drank too much! I really didn't mean it, so let me go."

"Let go? It's all over, and you're playing hard to get again?" Shen Moling said contemptuously.

Wen Wan was already so hot that she would die, but those big hands were so cold and biting to the bone that she lusted after them.

Desire on one side and rationality on the other, Wen Wan's inner struggle was very fierce, and her brain was in chaos.

Seriously, she doesn't even know what she's doing!

But the remaining sliver of reason made her know how to resist: "Have you misunderstood something? Let go quickly, I... I am very sad..."

"Uncomfortable? Are you still uncomfortable like this?" Shen Moling hugged her tighter, getting closer to her delicate body, wishing to rub her into his body.

Wen Wan had to admit that being close to Shen Moling would make her inexplicably comfortable, but how could she express that feeling of shame and indignation?

"Let it go... um..." Before she could say the word let go, Wen Wan felt her lips being blocked by a warm and soft touch.

Immediately afterwards a loach cocked her teeth and slid into her mouth and her tongue tangled wildly.

Wen Wan's brain roared, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

"Hmm..." She struggled and squeezed her fists hard to beat Shen Moling's chest.

But the weight of this little powder punch was like a scratch on his boots and had no offensive power to him.

"Di!" The door knocked behind Wen Wan, and before she could react, Shen Moling squeezed her into the room...

Ye Chenxi stood at the end of the corridor and watched Wen Wan and Shen Moling enter the suite with kisses, her hands clenched into fists, and a chilling anger burst out from her eyes.

Wen Wan, is this your revenge on me?

Rourou walked forward cautiously, seeing the smug gleam in his eyes at the closed door, he couldn't hide the smile on his mouth, but he comforted softly with a sad tone: "Brother Chenxi, this must be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Is it not a misunderstanding if I go in and see with my own eyes how she and that man are in bed?"

Gentle and dumb, he lowered his head and had nothing to say.

Ye Chenxi finally glared at the resplendent double doors of the presidential suite, turned around and strode away.

"Brother Chenxi, where are you going?" Ruan Wen hurriedly followed like a follower.

The reporter hiding not far away raised his eyebrows and looked at the photos in the camera, with the corners of his mouth slightly drawn.

Tomorrow, which one should be used as the front page headline?

Wen Xiong died of homicide?Wen Wan inheriting the Wen family?Or... the mystery of Wen Wan's one-night stand with a strange man?