Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

"Where is Miss?"

Hurd looked back, and although he asked this, the expression on his face showed that he didn't care where the person was.

The subordinate at the side immediately stepped forward and replied: "Mr. Hurd, the lady is still in the car and refuses to get out."

Hurd put down his wine glass, and a smile appeared on his cold and hard face like a sculpture. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes not only did not show a trace of old age, but instead added to the unique charm bestowed by time.

"I originally wanted to let my daughter come out to meet Mr. Gu, but I didn't expect... It's really disrespectful."

The man spoke words full of apology, but there was no trace of guilt on his face.

When Gu Fengjue saw this, he understood in his heart that the famous Mr. Hart in front of him might just be viewing his daughter as a pawn for gaining benefits and forming a marriage alliance.

He came here today and had achieved his purpose, so he didn't plan to stay here forever.

"Mr. Hurd, I will always remember your help. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, please let me know. I will definitely do my best to help you. Goodbye."

Heard did not force him to stay, because he could see that the famous heir of the Gu family was not as unruly and cynical as rumored by the outside world.

However, he is still too young and energetic, lacking some experience and precipitation. But if given enough time and opportunities to hone and grow, he may become a dragon that dominates a region and dominates the world in the future.

In the small reception room on the first floor of the castle, Shen gently opened the door, walked into the room, and saw the man who had been waiting for a long time.

He stepped in, and his originally cynical face now showed a rare seriousness, and then he asked respectfully: "Godfather, are you looking for me?"

The man by the window slowly turned his head. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and he had the typical appearance of a Western elite white man.

He exudes a cold temperament, so cold, as if he is not interested in anything.

This person is Shen Que's adoptive father, one of Hurd Worthington's confidants, the man that everyone has to respectfully call "Mr. Darren".

"Have you finished what you arranged, sir?"

Listening to Darren's question, Shen pursed his lips and said, "No, North City is not an ordinary national city. If you want to hit the target with one strike without any mistakes, I'm afraid you can't act rashly..."

Before Shen Que could finish speaking, the man interrupted him impatiently.

"Shen Que, sir, my patience is limited. If you can't finish it, the Worthington family won't keep useless trash."

Shen lowered his eyes, and the cold and bloodthirsty murderous look in his eyes was completely concealed, but he was young and energetic after all.

Little did they know that Darren, who was experienced in tactics, could tell from Shen Que's dissatisfaction at a glance from the murderous aura emanating from him.

After all, he is no longer a teenager, and the Shen in front of him has already become a tough guy who controls an army.

Perhaps because he was no longer angry, Shen raised his eyes and looked at Darren with his narrow eyes, "Yes, I will get it done as soon as possible."

Shen turned around and was about to leave. Darren looked at his back and said inexplicably:

"When you have time, pay more attention to some aristocratic heirs in Western Europe who are about your age. Select some with good character and present them to Mr. Hurd."

Shen was stunned for a moment before he realized Darren's intention.

He smiled and replied nonchalantly:

"Few noble heirs are clean. Not only do they have many problems, but some are even more delicate than women. It would be better to choose a scholar from a poor family for the little princess. He won't have the courage to resist, so he won't have second thoughts and will be easier to control in the future."

Suddenly, Shen thought of something and added:

"Anyway, we have the lifelong protection of the Worthington family. If the little princess takes a fancy to any of them, she can just snatch them away..."

"Isn't that what her father, Mr. Hurd, did anyway?"

Perhaps because he had anticipated the ending, Shen did not move.

The elegant and indifferent man suddenly strode over, "Pa——"

It wasn't just those words that irritated Darren, he slapped Shen Que mercilessly!

"If Mr. Hurd hears this, the ghosts in the Greenland Sea won't mind having one more of you, Shen Que, take care of yourself."

The door was opened and closed, as if no one had ever been in this reception room.

Shen used the tip of his tongue to touch his numb cheek, looking at the bustling scene outside the window, with deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

But as soon as he went out, Shen Que's suit was fed a glass of red wine.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Shen Que..."

Shen lowered his head and looked at the person who came, his narrow eyes gradually narrowed.

The woman in front of him was none other than Hurd's companion. At this moment, the actress looked at him shyly and apologized softly, but her actions became more and more bold.

Shen sneered. He wanted to accept everyone who came. The woman in front of him had a beautiful face and a hot body, which met his usual requirements.

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On the rooftop, distant lights lit up the night sky. Shen Que's palm fell on the woman's waist, and the woman stuck to his arms.

The woman hugged his neck and buried her head in his body, the sound of kissing was endless, and occasionally there were a few ambiguous breaths.

At this moment, a very slight sound suddenly came from a blind spot not far from the rooftop, carried by the wind from the top floor.

Maybe others can't hear it, but Shen has been hovering on the line between life and death for many years, so his sensitivity is naturally accurate enough.

Just as the woman reached for his belt, Shen held her hand.

"Forget it, baby, go back and wait for my news. I'm not in the mood tonight."

The actress was very tactful. Before leaving, she pouted and asked for a kiss before leaving slowly.

It was not a pleasant feeling to have his passion interrupted, but Shen took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it slowly.

When a cigarette was about to burn out, Shen threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot: "Why don't you come out?"

Hearing this, a petite figure in the corner slowly walked out, lifting her skirt.

When Shen saw the face of the person in front of him, he snorted and laughed: "Why did the little princess come to the rooftop? What if she dirty her beautiful skirt?"

The girl who was called the little princess had a hint of unnaturalness on her face, but she didn't care about his words. Instead, she put down her complicated cloud-like skirt, put her two white arms in front of her body, and said proudly and matter-of-factly like a little princess.

"Everywhere in the castle as far as I can see belongs to me. Of course I can go wherever I want!"

However, Shen looked at the girl's beautiful, somewhat distorted face and her deep blue eyes, which were completely inherited from her father, Hurd Worthington.

But her thin eyebrows, long brown curly hair, and relatively soft and gentle facial features do not look like her father at all, but like someone else.

It is obvious that the little princess in front of him is a mixed-race.

"Okay! Please do as you please. Shen will take his leave."

However, Shen did not have the patience and ability to coax a woman, and he kept his distance from the delicate little princess in front of him.

But when the little princess saw that he was leaving, she followed him without a second thought!

"Hey!"

"I command you to take me down!"

Shen Que slowed down his pace, realizing that the little princess might have lost her way.

But the girl was very smart, as if she knew what he was thinking, so she added, "I just had enough fun..."

The huge castle is not illuminated in every place, and the overly simple decorations make it look eerie.

The little princess was very scared and followed Shen Que closely, but she couldn't help but smell the ambiguous and sticky scent of makeup on his body.

"Hey! I order you to move behind me..."

Shen stopped, and the little princess almost bumped into his back.

The change of position allowed Shen to look at the woman, or girl, in front of him more unscrupulously.

She is truly a spoiled princess, with her raised chin and straight neck, which reminds people of Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.

When she finally saw a familiar person, the girl immediately trotted over, put away her pride, and called out obediently: "Uncle Darren..."

Darren, who was always indifferent, put away his indifference when facing the girl, and his eyes became kind, "Miss Ou Ya, where have you been? The master has been looking for you."

The little princess named Ou Ya pursed her lips and said reluctantly: "I don't want to get married, and I don't want to attend this party."

Darren smiled gently, with a very soothing tone: "Miss Ou Ya, the gentleman is also doing this for your own good. You have reached the right age to get married, and it is right to make plans early. After all, there are at least three years before you can officially get married."

Shen had done his best by bringing the person here. He had no interest in listening to the little princess's pink thoughts.

He immediately turned around and walked away.

"Go to the West Dungeon."

After receiving the instructions, the driver immediately started the engine and drove away.

The underground city in Xicheng District is the lowest-level den of money-losing in London.

Those who come here for entertainment over the years are not ordinary people, but all kinds of people, including killers, criminals, and desperadoes.

There are endless variety of entertainment facilities here, including black boxing, rings, gambling and...

It is not uncommon for people to lose their lives while playing around.

But when Shen came here, he was naturally very comfortable with it. After all, he was the best who came out of the dungeon.

The person in charge of the club naturally recognized Shen Que and greeted him without any hesitation: "Mr. Shen, you are here to have fun or to meet someone?"

The scene in the entire dungeon was extremely exciting, with flying dim lights, restless music, and a group of sweet female voices and rough noise that could not be covered up.

One second it was a high-end banquet for the upper class, and the next second it was an underground club of indulgence and debauchery.

This is Shen Que’s world, and also Ying Huainian’s world.

"Where is your boss Ying? Have you caught anyone yet?"

The man hesitated for a moment, looked upstairs, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Ying has returned, but now... it is not convenient to see guests."

Shen Que said "Oh?" and followed his gaze to the direction upstairs. His cold and hard eyebrows showed Meng Lang's expression: "Okay, you go and get busy!"

At the entrance of the box on the second floor.

Huangmao and another person were standing guard outside. One of them looked at Huangmao and said with a gloating tone, "Hey, buddy! It's been a few days, and the bruises on your face haven't gone away yet?"

The yellow-haired man glared at him fiercely!

Looking at the smile on his face, I felt even more angry and embarrassed!

"Ah, get out of here! You know nothing!"

"You deserve it! Can't you see how much Brother Nian cares about that little girl? If he really intended to let anyone touch him, why did Brother Nian rush to the basement to save her?"

"Only a lustful idiot like you can't see it!"

Huangmao felt guilty after hearing what he said. Although he spoke tough on the outside, he was extremely scared inside!

If he had really touched that girl that day, I'm afraid it would not be as simple as getting punched in the face!

"Hey! Master Shen, why are you here?"

When the man saw Shen Que, he immediately stepped forward respectfully.

"Well, Ying Huainian is in there?"

The yellow-haired man nodded, and then replied with a pale face: "But Brother Nian has ordered that he is busy and no one can go in and disturb him."

Hearing this, Shen raised his eyebrows and whistled loudly and comfortably: "Haha... I never thought that Ewan, who has always been as chaste as a jade, would finally break the rules?"

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In the box.

The large retro carved bed is covered with black satin bedding.

The fiery breath, the swaying of waves, the white swan neck... and the nail marks pinching the palms.

Primitive, debauched, out of control and red ear tips... everything is mixed into a song of one-sided plunder and occupation.

The girl on the bed lost consciousness and passed out. Her fair skin under the thin blanket was covered with ambiguous marks...

After the rain stopped and the clouds cleared, the man let go of the slender waist of the woman under him and walked towards the bathroom without any reluctance.

The temperature in the box was very high and the girl was soon awakened by the heat. She regained consciousness after hearing the intermittent sound of water.

When Ying Huainian came out, he saw Li Chenghuan sitting in the corner of the bed closest to the bathroom door, holding a quilt.

At this time, the sweat on Li Chenghuan's face had not yet dissipated, and even the short hair on her forehead was wet and stuck to her cheeks.

Not only was his body wet, but even his eyes were wet. He looked like a newborn fawn, full of innocence and ignorance of the world.

As soon as he saw the man coming out, Li Chenghuan immediately raised his pointed chin, and there was an uncontrollable emotion and dependence in his warm eyes.

But Ying Huainian was not moved at all.

Thinking back then, when Dada was in the same situation, his heart and eyes were filled with that person, right?

But what did they get in the end? Force, humiliation, and imprisonment.

And all this is thanks to Li Zhengting!

Maybe Li Chenghuan is innocent, but isn’t Wen Rong innocent?

Looking at the message sent on the phone, Ying Huainian frowned and a hint of impatience flashed across his face.

By the time Li Chenghuan reacted, he was already dressed and about to go out.

She immediately ran down from the bed, and wrapped her arms around the man's waist from behind, pressing her body against him closely.

Ying Huainian paused, and only heard a weak voice like a kitten trying to keep him: "Don't... don't go."

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There is more than a thousand words missing, I will add it.

There will be some plot delays these two days, please bear with me.