Chapter 417 Practice the technique of undressing for you
Shao Zhanlin's voice was deep, thinking of the scene where she danced gracefully at the dinner party and attracted everyone's obsessed gazes.
I still feel sour in my heart.
Jealousy.
Along with regret, if he had known that the way she danced was so captivating, he would never have stood by and watched.
Just to see how she responds.
But...
It's a done deal, it's useless for him to regret it.
He could only let the sourness invade his reason, act selfishly, indulge his emotions, and ruthlessly take her as his own...
Only in this way can he soothe his inner restlessness.
This is what Shao Zhanlin thinks and does.
A "tear" sound.
The dress that the world thought was worth a lot of money turned into rags under Shao Zhanlin's slender fingers with distinct joints.
Jiang Nuantang refused to no avail, and was forced to let him lead her into sinking...
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Huo's old house
In the spacious and bright hall, Mrs. Huo, who was sitting on the main seat, did not look very good.
Especially after listening to Butler Ouyang's report, she was so angry that she slammed the table and yelled:
"It's just too much!"
Butler Ouyang, who was waiting next, bowed slightly and said in a respectful tone:
"Old lady, calm down."
I don't know if this is what happened, or if it was for some other reason.
Mrs. Huo's expression softened a bit, and after a long moment of silence she asked again:
"That's really what they said over there?"
The old lady confirmed again, as if she didn't believe that the miracle doctor would make such a difficult request.
"yes."
Butler Ouyang bent forward again, and then added truthfully:
"It's the agent of Kuangshuang Miracle Doctor. Mr. Bai said it himself."
The facts are irrefutable.
Even if Mrs. Huo is unwilling to accept it, she has to face this request.
On one side is the Panlong Stone that has been passed down by the family for many years, and on the other side is the granddaughter she has been looking forward to for many years.
Both of them are as important as a thousand pieces in the old lady's heart.
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt. She snorted and said:
"I thought he was a good person who didn't care about fame and fortune, but he turned out to be a businessman who only cares about profit!"
They also took advantage of the situation to rob.
I asked for the Panlong Stone passed down from the Huo family's ancestors, but it was not enough to refuse.
Thinking of her granddaughter's injury, Mrs. Huo fell into a battle between heaven and man.
Butler Ouyang looked at his nose and heart. When the old lady's mood calmed down a little, he asked again:
"Then...how should I reply over there?"
There is no righteousness in buying and selling.
There should be a clear answer whether to give Panlong Stone or not.
The old lady still couldn't decide, she rubbed her sore eyebrows and sighed:
"Let me think about it again."
Just five words.
His voice was very soft, but his tone was particularly cautious.
…
Jiang Nuantang didn't know that a condition she mentioned casually made Mrs. Huo toss and turn and stay awake all night.
I don't even have the heart to think about it.
It was only Shao Zhanlin who led me to deeply understand it a few times, "The clouds on the temples are beautiful and the golden steps are shaking, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night."
By the time all the clouds and rain began to subside, it was already late at night.
Jiang Nuantang, who was carried back from the bath by Shao Zhanlin, was weakly wrapped in a bathrobe and half-lying on the sofa.
Watching the man with a satisfied look on his face, he folded the quilt and cleaned up the mess without complaining.
Thinking of how his two strong arms tightened his body before...
Jiang Nuantang's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she calmly looked away from the messy bed.
The corner of his eye accidentally fell to the ground.
Shirts, ties, bras, and men's and women's underwear were scattered on the ground in a messy manner, tangled together.
It showed an indescribable ambiguous intimacy, but Jiang Nuantang's attention was not on it.
As if he had been abused, his white arms covered with bruises picked up a few broken pieces of the dress.
Come to think of it, she had only worn this dress once.
Thinking about the good things that man had done, I couldn't help but grit my teeth and said bitterly:
"It's all your fault."
A dry and hoarse voice, as soft as cotton wool.
Not much of a deterrent at all.
Shao Zhanlin, who had just changed his sheets and quilt, was doing as he pleased.
"It was my fault."
Shao Zhanlin frankly admitted his mistake and generously promised:
"I'll pay you ten pieces tomorrow."
As he spoke, the man stepped forward with his straight long legs and walked towards her.
He bent down skillfully and picked her up from the sofa.
Jiang Nuantang almost instinctively reached out and grabbed his neck. At the same time, her beautiful eyes widened and she spoke with anger:
"Is that the point?"
He is obviously too much of an animal.
Don't even take off your clothes, just tear them off.
No matter how many clothes she has, they are not enough for him to be pretentious.
Jiang Nuantang was a little pity, she quite liked this dress, it was simple but not simple.
Shao Zhanlin carried her to the bedside and put her on the bed, but did not get up immediately.
Pressing on her body, he looked at her with dark eyes as deep as a deep pool for a few seconds, then opened his thin lips and uttered:
"Then I'll be punished to practice more on the technique of undressing and undressing you."