domestic violence man

After picking up the phone to charge it, he checked it again, but there was no news or phone call from Yan Yang.

In the dim room, Luo Ran stared at the shiny phone screen for a while, then turned it off again.

He felt that he was beginning to worry about gains and losses. In just half a day, he wanted to take the initiative to call or send text messages to Yan Yang, asking him where he was doing...

He obviously just escaped from a not-so-good relationship last time, so why is he like this again now.

The black screen of the phone reflected Luo Ran's slightly cold eyes against the moonlight. He pressed the power button and sent a few messages to Yan Yang, but there was no response from the other party.

After thinking for a moment, he was about to call Yan Yang when he suddenly heard rustling voices coming from outside the window.

Luo Ran sat up and looked at the dark and bright moonlight. There was nothing unusual, so she lay down again.

But suddenly there was a sound of "Teng", and the window was opened.

Luo Ran got up quickly, her heart beating fast.

He was about to poke his head out to look, but suddenly someone hugged him into his arms and even covered his mouth.

It was the first time that Luo Ran was so afraid. One reason was that this was an old house. Although the courtyard door was tightly locked, if there were criminals breaking in, they would not be able to detect it in time.

Secondly, because this place is located in the suburbs, it takes at least half an hour to four to ten minutes to dispatch the police... If the people behind him really want to attack, he will definitely not be able to escape. Thinking of his mother and daughter, Luo Ran is even colder.

In any case, he must hold the criminal.

Just when he made up his mind and prepared to fight the opponent, a familiar hoarse voice came from behind: "Daughter-in-law, don't shout, it's me."

"Yan... Yan Yang..."

Luo Ran turned around, and the man was grinning with his back to the moonlight, and there was a bit of lewdness in his smile.

Yan Yang leaned closer to him, with a slight smell of soap and sweat on his body: "I'm here to sleep with you." As he spoke, he clamped Luo Ran's waist, moved his eyes to the big bed behind Luo Ran, and looked around the bedroom. : "Is this your boudoir? Huh?"

"I miss you so much..." Yan Yang took another sip at the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

Luo Ran hadn't figured out the situation yet, and when she realized it, she quickly broke away from Yan Yang, turned around and locked the door: "What are you doing...how can you climb in through the window...?!"

Yan Yang hugged him again, with innocent eyes, like a wolf dog: "Then how else can I get in? Shout out that I want to fuck you, let the whole world know that I want to sleep on this bed... um..."

Yan Yang was halfway through talking, when Luo Ran suddenly covered his mouth: "Keep your voice down, my mother and Xiao Ai are sleeping next door..."

After a pause, he added: "I originally wanted to call you..."

Yan Yang stared at him with evil and wild eyes, then stuck out his tongue and licked Luo Ran's palm: "You don't need to look for me, because I will always take the initiative to come to your side."

①①①The stars outside the window are surging, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the huge independent apartment, there was a nervous reciting voice. I saw Jiang Yan standing in front of the sofa, with a somewhat awkward posture, reciting the history of the AI ​​company and the introduction of the company that will attend the reception.

And on the sofa beside him, Tan Tianzheng, who is serious and unsmiling, is sitting.

"When AI was created...Wall Street...Finance...then...then..."

Jiang Yan racked his brains to think about it, but he couldn't think of anything. He looked at the man on the sofa who was holding a newspaper in one hand and a ruler in the other, and his legs shook twice unconsciously.

"Why, can't you recite it?" Tan Tian was looking up from between the newspapers, his cold eyes were still emotionless.

"I... I forgot." Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, feeling angry and anxious.

"Come here." Tan Tianzheng put down the newspaper, and slowly rolled up his sleeves: "According to the agreement, forget to hit ten times at a time."

Jiang Yan stared at the thick and long ruler, his body trembled, but he could only bite the bullet and stretch out his hand.

Tan Tian was staring at his face, a strong sense of satisfaction and sadism overflowed from the bottom of his heart again.

Hearing a "pop", the ruler landed steadily on Jiang Yan's palm with force, and a red mark immediately appeared on Bai Jie's palm.

Jiang Yan clenched his teeth, trying not to let himself cry out in embarrassment, but Tan Tianzheng seemed to be chasing after the victory, hitting his already swollen palm again and again.

"Snapped…"

"Snapped…"

One sound after another, mixed with Jiang Yan's low panting, echoed in the silent living room.

Tan Tianzheng looked at him with heroic eyes, but Jiang Yan lowered his head as if shy and humiliated.

Finally, when he hit the sixth blow, Jiang Yan couldn't take it anymore. He looked at Tan Tianzheng with tears in his eyes: "Uncle Tan, I hurt so much from your beating..."

The blood all over Tan Tianzheng's body rushed to the top of his head, but he still pretended to be calm and said in a deep voice: "Be patient with the pain."

Jiang Yan's hand shrank a bit: "But if I keep typing like this, I won't be able to hold the pen tomorrow."

He may not even realize that when facing the domineering "perverted" Tan Tianzheng, he is always inadvertently acting coquettish and showing weakness.

Tan Tianzheng glanced at his swollen palm, and then let go: "Take the other hand."

Jiang Yan knew that he couldn't dodge at all, so he could only stretch out his other hand to bear the board obediently.

After Tan Tianzheng finished typing, he picked up the newspaper and read it again, while Jiang Yan could only continue to stand and memorize the materials.

"Asta Company is mainly engaged in...main...foreign trade..."

"I... main business..." Jiang Yan tried hard to recall the words on the document, his tongue was almost tied.

He struggled hard, but found that he still couldn't remember, and finally could only accept his fate: "I... forgot."

"Stretch out your hand." Tan Tianzheng ordered in a deep voice.

Jiang Yan took a step back, pleading in his eyes: "No way... If you beat me again, you'll be useless..."

He clenched his red and swollen palms tightly, his face full of bewilderment.

"Take off your pants." Tan Tianzheng said three words in a cold voice.

"What... what..." Jiang Yan couldn't believe his ears.

"Do you still want me to do it?" Tan Tianzheng's voice was low, no emotion could be heard.

Jiang Yan blushed, seeing Tan Tianzheng tapped his palm twice with a ruler, and instantly understood where Tan Tianzheng was going to hit him.

He hurriedly covered his buttocks and backed away shaking his head: "No, Uncle Tan, I'm already in my twenties, I can't be like a child... No, no, no..."

"Okay, then stretch out your hand." Tan Tianzheng stood up, holding a ruler and looking at the young master in front of him: "As long as you can guarantee that you can still hold the pen tomorrow, then stretch out your hand and let me continue typing."

Jiang Yan was forced back again and again by him, and was finally cornered.

Tan Tianzheng held him down, his eyes were full of sharp light: "Where do you want to go?"

Jiang Yan gave birth to a coolness from behind, staring at the man in front of him, Tan Tian was wearing a white shirt and a dark gray sweater in British style, he looked so handsome and elegant, but unexpectedly he was a beast...

Jiang Yan slandered, but begged in a low voice: "Uncle Tan... please forgive me... I will recite it well, can't I recite it well..."