A sly smile suddenly appeared on the man's lips.

After the sly smile, he suddenly pulled Han Jing'er roughly and pulled her to him, then leaned down and kissed her without any explanation.

Han Jing'er didn't resist, just stood there and followed his kiss.

The man's lips were soft and slightly warm. His kiss was so delicate, and his hot breath was sprayed on Han Jing'er's neck. As they kissed, the man pushed her further and pushed Han Jing'er to the corner.

, his chest was close to hers, and his hands were boldly covering her breasts. His movements were familiar and natural, as if he had been on the battlefield for a long time and was able to do it with ease.

Han Jing'er has never tried to be so presumptuous.

Pedestrians coming and going were just a stone's throw away from her, and the sound of talking was constant.

The man's mouth came close to Han Jing'er's ear, rubbing her ears and temples together, and using an ambiguous voice, he asked ambiguously: "Shall we go to a hotel?"

The meaning of going to a hotel is to get a room, or even to do something after getting a room, which is something that almost any idiot can imagine.

The dim light concealed Han Jing'er's face that was as red as fire. This was an experience Han Jing'er had never experienced before. Han Jing'er vaguely felt that she should stop it and not do this!

But Han Jing'er unexpectedly answered: "Okay."

She got into the man's car, which was a new gray Porsche Cayenne.

It can be seen that this man is a rich man.

Han Jing'er felt uneasy and tangled in her heart.

Did she really want to go to the hotel with the man? Did she really want to have sex with him? Then Han Jinger shook her head again, why not? Qiao Weizhong no longer loves her and has no interest in her body.

Interest, then there will always be men who are interested in her body, right?

For some reason, Han Jing'er always felt that the man looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

She hesitated for a moment and then said: "I think I've seen you before."

The man glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Although his face was handsome, his expression was not very expressive. He said lightly: "Really? But I have no impression of you."

So Han Jing'er stopped talking.

Maybe, she really has never seen him.

We arrived at a five-star hotel. As soon as we got off the car, a flower seller approached timidly. She timidly asked: "Sir, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend?"

The girl expresses the wrong feelings.

However, the man didn't tell the difference, but he generously spent money and bought Han Jing'er a bunch of 12 blue bewitching flowers filled with gypsophila.

Han Jing'er took the bouquet of blue enchantress filled with gypsophila that still contained dewdrops and exuded a fragrant fragrance, buried her head inside, took a deep breath, and smelled the intoxicating fragrance - Qiao Weizhong

, he never gave her the Blue Enchantress.

Han Jing'er said: "Thank you."

The man glanced at her.

She requested a deluxe room on the 16th floor, door 1608. Perhaps out of a guilty conscience, Han Jing'er always felt that the waiters looked at her with eyes full of contempt and disdain.

The contempt and disdain made Han Jing'er feel even more sneaky and she didn't dare to raise her head.

The man hugged her into the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two people, Han Jing'er and the man. The cramped space made it even more ambiguous because of its small size, and I felt my breathing quicken.

Inexplicably, Han Jing'er felt hot, infinitely hot.

The elevator is the most terrifying and huge tool. Such a narrow space, such a huge ambiguity, the space is really too small - in fact, it only takes more than ten seconds for the elevator to go from the first floor to the sixteenth floor.
Chapter completed!