unscrupulous pregnant woman

at night

Han Yang leaned on the sofa and felt bored after playing two games. He simply yelled that his waist was sore and his legs hurt from soaking in the construction site, and he insisted on dragging Cheng Yuan to steam.

The so-called relaxation of the body and mind, the liberation of fatigue.

Cheng Yuan couldn't resist him, and after moving bricks for a day, he really felt sore in his shoulders, so Han Yang took him to the 'Meditation and Health Club'

You don't need to go inside this place. From the outside, you can see that it is a place where nouveau riche gather and the poor can't afford it at all.

Roman columns, fountain pools, gardens and woods on the left and right sides, well-trained security guards opened the gates, and as soon as the two entered, a beautiful and generous manager came to entertain them.

Obviously this is not the first time Han Yang has come here, he handed a golden card to the manager with a big wave of his hand, without looking aside: "Old rules."

The manager's eyes were crooked when he smiled, and he took the card and hurriedly said to the bar: "Upstairs is the presidential suite of A[-], and the hot spring pool in Fucui Pavilion."

The manager paused suddenly, looked at Cheng Yuan with some scruples, and lowered his voice: "It's just...Mr. Zheng is also upstairs, you see...?"

Han Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the manager, brushed a handful of hair, and strode towards the elevator.

"Give my brother two bottles of good wine, and your special snacks should also be served, and then two less-talking and clever technicians will come over."

Han Yang suddenly stopped and said, "Mr. Zheng's share is also signed on my account."

The manager couldn't figure it out, but since Han Yang said so, of course she immediately responded.

After all, neither Zheng Yi nor Han Yang can be provoked by her, so it is always right to be obedient.

Cheng Yuan went upstairs with Han Yang, and he found that since the manager mentioned the so-called 'Mr. Zheng' just now, Han Yang began to shake his mind from time to time.

Mr. Zheng?

He remembered that when he saw Han Yang for the first time, he drank a lot of wine and had a glaring hickey on his shoulder.

Could it be related to Mr. Zheng?

Before he could think about it, the manager had already led the two of them to the bedroom, and Han Yang began to undress aggressively.

Cheng Yuan's gaze unreservedly swept over his thin shoulders, tight abdominal muscles, and those two long legs that could be called the envy of others.

He had to admit that Han Yang grew up very well.

Different from those vulgar fans acquired the day after tomorrow, this is like a gift from God to Han Yang, every inch of flesh is exquisite and just right.

"What? Bewitched by the young master's fascination?" Han Yang put on a nightgown, put his arm on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, whistled to him frivolously, and said deliberately:

"If you want to see it directly, I'll take it off for you to take a closer look? The kind from the inside out..."

Seeing that Han Yang was really about to reach out to take off his nightgown, Cheng Yuan immediately looked away blankly and changed into the nightgown. The back door of the room directly leads to the hot spring pool, and the two of them took the private elevator downstairs.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw Zheng Yi standing outside with a livid face.

Han Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he greeted with a moody expression: "Yoha, Qiaoha?"

Zheng Yi grabbed his wrist, and the strength dragged Han Yang staggeringly. Cheng Yuan frowned, and subconsciously stepped forward to block Han Yang.

"You don't know how to be gentle?" Han Yang rubbed his wrist, glared at Zheng Yi angrily, and said in his mouth: "My hand is used to sign documents, tens of millions every minute, it hurts Can you pay for it?"

Zheng Yi laughed angrily, looked at Cheng Yuan with a ferocious face, didn't take Han Yang's words seriously at all, gritted his teeth and said:

"New concubine?"

Han Yang looked up at Cheng Yuan, put his arms on his shoulders as if showing off, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Yes, you don't think that the young master wants to guard your body like a jade for you, do you? "

Zheng Yi is not stupid, of course he doesn't think so, but when he saw Han Yang standing in front of him but leaning on another person, his jealousy and resentment were enough to burn him to ashes.

He stepped forward and grabbed Han Yang's wrist again, but before he opened his mouth, he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body jumped out.

Han Yang watched in amazement as Cheng Yuan kicked Zheng Yi's chest, the movement was smooth, simple and neat.

"Don't touch him."