Zhou Jinghui was talking on the phone with his brother who was stuck on the road. During the process, he noticed a blazing gaze coming from behind him. At first, he thought it was a passing girl. After hanging up the phone, he realized that it was his sister who he had slept with once.
Throwing the cigarette into the cigarette butt collector placed in the corridor, Zhou Jinghui rubbed the remaining warmth on his fingertips and walked forward slowly.
Liang Fan, who suddenly came back to his senses, knew that he couldn't hide. He curled his red lips and looked at him with a smile, much more enthusiastic than he had just been in the box: "I was blind that day, and I dared to tip Brother Hui."
If he could not give Cheng Yanzhi face, Zhou Jinghui's net worth and status would surely be even better.
However, Zhou Jinghui turned a blind eye to Liang Fan's overtures, and looked down indifferently, with a look of disdain in his eyes. Liang Fan captured that flash of sarcastic look so accurately that he felt his heart suffocate.
"Cheng Yanzhi's fiancée?"
Zhou Jinghui's tone was casual and his attitude was casual, as if they had met each other for the first time today.
This feeling of alienation wiped out the remaining fragments of rationality in Liang Fan's heart. She glanced at the door of the box and boldly took his hand.
"The partition wall here has ears, let's change the place."
In the blink of an eye, she took control of the stairwell behind the box. The route here is quiet and the location is secretive. Few people come here.
After releasing his hands, Liang Fan leaned his back against the wall and placed his hands behind his back. His slim and beautiful shoulders and neck were glowing with a white and shiny glimmer, and his posture invisibly showed weakness.
"I don't know, it turns out you are an acquaintance of Cheng Yanzhi."
As she spoke, she stretched one foot forward slightly, and placed her silver stiletto heel between Zhou Jinghui's legs. Her stroking movements were naked and transgressive.
The latter was like Liu Xiahui, with a deep and meaningful gaze, and his feet seemed to have taken root, without moving at all during the whole process.
"Your understanding is wrong." Zhou Jinghui put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes unwavering, "We are more familiar with him than I am."
"..."
"Do you know who owns this club?"
Liang Fan came back to his senses. For some reason today, he was a little tired from hooking up with people and was unable to do what he wanted: "Shang Yi."
Hearing this, Zhou Jinghui turned his head and chuckled. His jawline was sharp and delicate, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was extremely sexy. He had just smoked a cigarette, and there was a bitter taste between his lips and teeth. He said slowly: "Shang Yi gave it to Cheng Yanzhi, and it was him too.
Taken from me."
Liang Fan was not stupid. He had just heard from the box that there was an undercurrent surging between them and that their relationship was entangled and entangled.
She is not involved in Cheng Yanzhi's career, nor is she curious about their past. She only cares about her romantic story. Her movements with her feet are bolder, but Liang Fan's upper body is leaning against the wall. He just wants to tease, not work hard.
When her breath was slightly confused, Zhou Jinghui grabbed the front of her plain white patterned dress, and her eyes were all white. His hot breath sprayed on her ears, and he tutted: "Wearing something so plain? No wonder Cheng Yanzhi doesn't like it."
Liang Fan was so kissed that she couldn't breathe. Taking advantage of the time to breathe, she smiled seductively: "Then what does he like?"
Charming was the most appropriate adjective for her. Zhou Jinghui was mesmerized, his dark eyes narrowed, and he bit her collarbone, leaving clear tooth marks and a lot of ambiguity.
His tight embrace was airtight, making her like a dying fish, breathing heavily and taking her breath from his lips again and again.
When the kiss was passionate, she heard Zhou Jinghui's cold voice: "He likes to be sexy only in bed."
Liang Fan laughed when he heard the sound: "Are you scolding me?"
"No." Their lips and tongues were entangled, and they were inseparable. The man's deep voice was muffled by the rubbing: "In my place, you are just right like this, very on point."