After having the Shenhao system, I was forced to spend money on men

Usually it's the little white-flowered heroine who is framed or gets the wrong room key by accident, and then knocks on the door of the domineering male protagonist.

Or maybe the domineering male protagonist returns to the presidential suite and finds a beauty-like woman lying on his 50-square-meter large bed.

How could it be like now? Mr. Lu, who has regained his identity as the heir of the Lu family and is worth tens of billions, is standing in front of Cen Jinjin's bedroom door eagerly, saying in a determined tone: "The way you look at me cannot be said to be innocent."

I don't know whether it was due to the residual symptoms of drunkenness or the influence of warm water vapor, but Lu Jing's cold, knife-like face showed a hint of crimson.

Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with half-drunk feelings.

"After drinking, you cannot take a shower immediately." Cen Jinjin frowned and reminded softly.

"I'm not drunk, I just lied to them." Lu Jing pursed her thin lips with a slightly proud smile.

"I've always heard that Mr. Lu's methods are ruthless. He made a major change after taking over the Lu Group. He also disdains conspiracies and plots, and behaves openly, attracting requests for cooperation from major companies."

Cen Jinjin gathered up her bathrobe, crossed her hands on her chest, leaned against the wall, raised her pretty face slightly, and curved her lips: "Now, you are trying to trick yourself into pretending to be drunk at this little dinner party?"

"Men, what's wrong with being a little scheming? Besides, I only deceive them. I will be honest with you and tell you everything I know." The tall figure of the man enveloped Cen Jinjin.

Lu Jing was the tallest among the men. He was getting closer and closer, forcing Cen Jinjin to be trapped in a corner of his arm.

The man has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding a breathtaking sexual tension and noble aura.

It's full of oppression, but it sends a signal to Cen Jinjin that "only you can tame me."

"Then tell me frankly, why are you blocking the door of my bedroom in the middle of the night?" Cen Jin raised his slender eyebrows with a hint of provocation in his tone.

Lu Jing gently pressed Cen Jinjin's shoulder with one hand, then raised her hand to pick up a strand of slightly wet soft hair on her shoulder, and twisted it around her fingers to play with it.

The semi-dried hair was wrapped around the man's long, well-jointed fingertips, becoming extremely sensitive. The strands of hair pulled at her scalp, teasing the nerve endings.

The man's voice is pleasant to the ear:

"My fiancée, Miss Cen Jinjin, can you allow me to fulfill my fiancé's obligations?"

The man's warm and rough fingers separated from the tangled semi-wet hair and moved to caress Cen Jinjin's left ear.

The index finger rests on the soft auricle, caressing the auricle with the second knuckle intentionally or unintentionally, and the thumb gently teases back and forth on the reddish earlobe and tragus.

The other fingers clasped the back of Cen Jinjin's neck, domineeringly and forcefully making her look up at him.

At other times, Lu Jing couldn't control it, but now, he only allowed Cen Jinjin to only look at him.

"Trust me, I will do it until you are satisfied."

Seeing that Cen Jinjin seemed to acquiesce, the man couldn't help but pick him up by the waist.

Cen Jinjin was slightly confused and exclaimed softly. He put his arms on the man's shoulders and neck, fearing that he would fall.

With the other party's "cooperation", Lu Jing pinched Cen Jinjin's thigh with her wide palms like a koala and walked towards the big bed in the bedroom.

He did not put Cen Jinjin down, but sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining this position.

The two people's breaths were close to each other, and their breathing was chaotic.

The man fixed the bent knees of the woman in his arms with one hand, held the back of her head with the other, and dexterously pried open the red lips.

He wanted to prove that he was talented and better than several other men.

Cen Jinjin's breath finally stabilized and he released his hold on Lu Jing's neck.

Immediately, a fragrant wine aroma like wild rose buds invaded your mouth.

The smell of tobacco from the last time we kissed in the back seat of the car was gone.

Her casual remark, "I don't like the smell of tobacco," he took as an edict.