Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

Hearing this, Qingyue's face turned red.

She knew that Zhao Duo was just joking, and Sheng Yanzhou was just protecting his plaything, not out of any love.

Without responding to his words, Qingyue nodded: "Tell Mr. Sheng thank you for me."

"I can't do that for you. You should tell him yourself."

Zhao Duo smiled and said, "The old lady will be back in the afternoon, and I need you to go there."

Qingyue remembered the contents of the contract. In addition to sleeping with him, she also had to pretend to be Sheng Yanzhou's girlfriend in front of Old Madam Sheng.

I didn't expect this day to come so soon.

"So...do I need to dress up?"

Qingyue feels a little inferior. She thinks that rich old ladies must have very high standards and it would be bad if she makes a fool of herself.

Zhao Duo smiled and said, "No need. Maybe the old lady likes you. Just wear your normal clothes."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Qingyue couldn't help but ask, "That Manager Liu, why did you take him away?"

Zhao Duo smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything, just a few words of warning."

"Oh."

Qingyue nodded. Although Manager Liu was a scumbag, he deserved the punishment.

But when she thought of the rumors about Shengyanzhou's cruel methods, she was still a little scared.

**

darkroom.

"Master Sheng, please let me go! I don't want to die!"

Manager Liu was tied up and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Sheng Yanzhou sat on the sofa not far away, wearing an expensive suit, holding a glass of champagne, savoring it carefully.

Blood spurted out of Manager Liu's nose and mouth, splattering all over the ground, but not a drop fell on Sheng Yanzhou.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Shengyanzhou shook the goblet gracefully.

Manager Liu immediately said, "I shouldn't have set my sights on Qingyue."

Damn it, he couldn't understand why Mr. Sheng valued a disfigured woman so much, but now was not the time to think about it.

Manager Liu felt that he was really unlucky. He thought he could just play with these low-class girls with no background, but he didn't expect to provoke such a big Buddha.

Shengyanzhou raised the corners of his lips and smiled casually, that face was enough to bewitch everyone.

"Don't worry, you won't be punished with death."

Manager Liu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Sheng Yanzhou said calmly, "Since your hands are not honest, then just discard them."

"No!"

Manager Liu screamed in panic, and A Yao pulled out a steel pipe and smashed him down hard.

**

in the afternoon.

Qingyue returned to the lounge and heard her cell phone ringing.

Sheng Yanzhou's voice was always indifferent: "Get down, get in the car."

Qingyue said: "But I haven't gotten off work yet, can you wait a while?"

"Either you come down, or I'll go up to you."

Sheng Yanzhou's tone was very domineering.

Qingyue looked at her colleagues coming and going nearby, but didn't dare to let him come up.

There is no other choice but to ask for leave and ask my colleagues for help.

Looking at the little money left in the account, Qingyue sighed and decided to postpone the purchase of the laptop again.

After changing clothes, Qingyue saw the familiar Rolls-Royce not far from the hotel entrance.

It was really too high-profile, so she gritted her teeth and walked away for a distance.

Soon after, the Rolls-Royce followed.

The car door opened and Qingyue got in.

Sheng Yanzhou teased, "The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, how can they act like they are having an affair and it's so shameful?"

Qingyue said seriously, "I am thinking about Mr. Sheng's reputation. You are so high up there, how can I be worthy of you? If people knew about this, they would laugh at me."

Sheng Yanzhou grabbed her waist and put her on his lap.

The hot breath fell behind my ears.

"Anyone who dares to laugh at me will be kicked out of Haicheng tomorrow."

Qingyue sensitively lowered her head to avoid the sound, and suddenly her cell phone rang.

She didn't want to answer the phone, and after a while, the phone rang again.

For several times in a row, Qingyue had no choice but to bite the bullet and take out her cell phone. When she looked at it, she was stunned. It was Wen Ze calling.

The hands on the waist exerted slight force.

"Please answer it. It's the person you're thinking about calling."

The corners of Shengyanzhou's handsome lips curled up, and he looked at Qingyue leisurely.

Qingyue didn't want to offend him and was about to hang up, but unfortunately, her hand shook and she pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

She had no choice but to put the phone to her ear.

Wen Ze's voice was gentle: "Did Shengyanzhou not embarrass you last night?"

"No."

Qingyue pretended to be relaxed, and the hand on her waist seemed to be rubbing it intentionally, one step at a time.

"That's good."

Wen Ze seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "Xiaoyue, I may be a little presumptuous, but I still want to remind you that it's best to keep your distance from Shengyanzhou."

Xiaoyue.

Hearing this familiar name, Qingyue felt as if she had returned to her childhood.

She was only eight years old at that time, and had just come to Haicheng with her family from a small town on the southwestern border. Her father worked as a driver for the Wen family, and she stayed in the old house of the Wen family while waiting for her father to get off work.

At that time, she was isolated in school because of her accent and being held back, and she was depressed all day long.

It was not until she met the gentle and kind eldest son of the Wen family that the haze in her heart was gradually dispelled.

She still remembers the scene when she first met Wen Ze.

It was an autumn evening. As the sun set, the whole world was covered in a dreamy golden hue.

In the Wen family's backyard, she stared at the swing in a daze.

Suddenly, a very gentle voice came from behind: "Want to play?"

When she turned around, she saw a tall and handsome young man in white shirt and black pants, smiling at her like a spring breeze.

She fell in love with him immediately.

This fall lasted for more than ten years.

Qingyue's eyes were fixed, and she was immersed in the past. She blurted out: "Brother Wen Ze."

Wen Ze was also stunned when he heard this familiar yet unfamiliar name.

Then he smiled and said, "You haven't called me that in a long time."

Suddenly, I felt pain in my waist.

Qingyue suddenly woke up and was caught off guard by the pair of smiling eyes.

In an instant, the beautiful dream shattered like a mirror, and Qingyue returned to the cruel reality.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now. Let's talk later."

She hung up the phone in a panic.

"Xiao Yue? He calls you very intimately."

Sheng Yanzhou lifted her chin, squinted at Qingyue, and said in a seductive voice: "Then how should I call you to match our intimacy in bed?"

Qingyue's face immediately turned red.

A Yao and Zhao Duo were sitting in the front row.

"Yue'er, I'll call you this in bed from now on, how about that?"

Sheng Yanzhou's hand holding her chin gradually tightened, Qingyue was in so much pain that she almost cried, so she had no choice but to nod: "As long as you are happy."

Sheng Yanzhou obviously didn't intend to let her go. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

He only kissed her lightly for a while, then asked, "Has your brother Wen Ze ever kissed you like this?"

His face was calm, but Qingyue felt an inexplicable danger, which drove her to subconsciously shake her head: "No."

"That's good, I like clean ones."

Sheng Yanzhou showed a satisfied smile, brushed aside her hair and continued to kiss her.

**

The car stopped at a secluded high-end teahouse.

Qingyue followed Shengyanzhou in, walked through the archway, walked around the wooden screen, and the rockery and flowing water appeared before their eyes.

I never thought that these garden scenes could be created in the house.

Qingyue couldn't help but stare in amazement.

If it weren't for Shengyanzhou, she would never have been able to set foot in such a high-end place in her life.

However, she was not happy at all.

They walked into a private room, which was furnished with antique tables and chairs. A round-faced old lady with silver hair sat in the main seat.