Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

As soon as she said this, she suddenly realized her own stupidity and angered him out of spite.

It didn't do her any good, no, to be exact, it didn't do Fang Xi any good.

Didn’t we agree with ourselves that we should at least wait until Fang Xi’s project is completed?

Even though she had been hypnotizing herself over the past few days to obey him and not to anger him, she still lost her mind when she really had to face him.

Ling Zhen immediately shut his mouth and fell silent.

The air became stagnant again.

He stared at her in silence for a long time. After a moment, Tang Shuya raised the corner of his lips and chuckled, "Forcing a woman? Okay, then I'll show you what it's like to truly force a woman!"

He suddenly stood up, took her arm and picked her up!

Ling Zhen was startled by his action and couldn't help but exclaim.

When she saw the scene clearly, she found that she could see the night view in the distance by just raising her eyes.

Suddenly, a piece of cloth appeared on the ground, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

His hot chest pressed against her, suppressing her. He opened his mouth and bit her ear, saying viciously, "Is the night beautiful? Tell me..."

"Let me go, you beast, you rascal! You will die a horrible death!"

Ling Zhen pressed his forehead against the cold glass.

She turned her head with difficulty, glaring and cursing.

His warm lips kissed her ear tenderly, and his clear, smiling voice sounded beside her ear.

"Keep on scolding me, or you won't even have the energy to speak soon."

Suddenly, a crisp "click" sound echoed in her ears.

It was the sound of metal belt buckles clashing against each other.

Ling Zhen heard his own heart beating violently.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to echo in the suffocating house.

Ling Zhen's eyes were still filled with anger, but his eye sockets were still sore and swollen, and tears gradually filled his eyes. "What else can you do besides ** women?"

His lips were shaking so much that even the words he spoke trembled in the air.

A smile slid across his lips, and his tone was ambiguous, "**? Do I *** you? Look at the expression on your face right now."

He turned her face with his long fingers and forced her to look directly at himself in the glass window.

The floor-to-ceiling glass is like a mirror, clearly reflecting all the surrounding scenery.

Including the postures of two people.

She was naked, disheveled, and her eyes were half open.

Her cheeks were stained red by the sunset, and she stared at him with tearful eyes. Those eyes seemed to be filled with countless spring waters, enough to drown one.

His shirt was open, but his trousers were still intact on his powerful long legs. His face showed the confidence and disdain of a superior manipulator, and there was a look of unbridled confusion between his brows.

Ling Zhen clenched his teeth, unable to bear watching any longer, and immediately closed his eyes.

The tears in the corners of my eyes finally fell down my face.

His tall body wrapped around her tightly.

She felt as if she was wrapped in a thick quilt in the scorching summer heat. She was sweating profusely and even found it difficult to breathe.

The man panted softly and whispered in her ear, "Did you see that? Has Fang Xi ever seen you look like this? Does his expression satisfy you?"

The explicit and rude words made Ling Ru feel ashamed.

She was no longer fully conscious, but her cheeks were still tense.

She hated her body.

She couldn't forgive herself for being like this.

The best she could do was to stop herself from asking anything of him.

Let all strange sounds be suppressed in the throat.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he seemed to smile and stopped asking.

All her reactions were captured in his dark eyes.

Since there was nothing to say, the room fell into silence again.

After that, there was a brutal and brutal plundering.

Like a spark on the grassland, it spreads across the prairie, devouring the surrounding grass bit by bit in an irresistible manner.

He suddenly asked her breathlessly: "......?"

There was a long silence in response.

Oh, it’s not completely silent, there is still a barely audible moan.

Tang Shuya smiled mischievously, but didn't mind. He changed the question and continued, "Will you dare not answer my calls in the future?"

"I don't dare anymore."

This time there was a response, but the voice sounded weak.

"No matter how late I call you, you must answer."

"understood."

"When I want to see you, you have to show up."

"Ah."

The man got the answer he wanted and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

The scorching breath can burn people's skin.

Ling Zhen felt pain and burning in certain parts of his body, as if bleeding, but after the pain he felt numb and itchy.

Her misty eyes looked at the glass window, and the water in the glass reflected that the soft flesh on the side of her neck was broken and bleeding.

There, were the traces left by Fang Xi.

Gradually, the breathing became more and more rapid.

The light and shadows on the glass are mottled and hazy.

Occasionally, a beam of light would appear from nowhere, fleetingly.

It was impossible to dispel the two clear black shadows with a huge difference in size.

In the darkness, stars covered the sky above, as if they were about to fall down.