Liang Fan is not a passive person, she doesn't want to be controlled by others.
At this time, there was no shyness on her face, and she pointed to Zhou Jinghui where the sofa was, "You sit down for a while, I'm going to take a shower."
Zhou Jinghui didn't say anything, he sat quietly in the living room, his demeanor became restrained, and he seemed to have a taciturn temperament.
While Liang Fan was taking a shower, she recalled the impression he had given her. A capricorn man was a sultry man who never said anything, but in fact, what he was thinking in his heart was very varied and could not be easily controlled.
Cheng Yanzhi's likes and dislikes are all shown on his face, but Zhou Jinghui is just the opposite, his happiness and anger are invisible to his face.
There was an unpredictable man outside the door, so Liang Fan didn't stay in the bathroom for long. He hastily washed away the smell of tobacco and alcohol from his body, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and came out.
"Did you meet Zhou Jinghui when you came here?"
She fetched a bottle of fine vintage red wine, and her smooth, straight, cheese-like long legs dangled in front of Zhou Jinghui's eyes, dazzlingly white.
He didn't reply to her words, and stretched out his hand to strangle her slender wrist.
Liang Fan's body suddenly flew into the air, and as soon as a exclamation escaped from his lips, he was easily hugged on his lap. Subconsciously, she hugged his neck. She hugged him tightly and lowered her head to the crook of his neck.
"What for?" The woman's dissatisfied tone was filled with anger.
Zhou Jinghui put his arm around her waist and placed his other hand on her smooth and tender calf, gently stroking her, and asked with a playful smile, "What's so bad about it?"
Liang Fan turned his back on the spot: "How could I be so cruel?"
Her face without make-up was pure and delicate. Zhou Jinghui had never seen her without make-up before. When he saw her, he liked her very much. But because she was in a bad mood, her delicate facial features were wrinkled and her temperament was not gentle.
With aggression.
Standing up in a princess hug, he turned around, loosened his hands, and threw Liang Wei directly onto the soft sofa.
Tilting slightly, the woman turned her back. Her superior body curve was not weakened by the bathrobe. When she took a big breath, her chest rose and fell obviously, giving her a very beautiful curve.
Zhou Jinghui knelt on one knee on the sofa and leaned over again.
To be honest, Liang Fan had no real feelings for her for the first time with Zhou Jinghui, and she simply regarded this kind of thing as a pastime. She was thinking about revenge against Cheng Yanzhi, and throughout the whole process, she felt more and more happy.
This time was different, Liang Fan had real feelings. That is, her mind was filled with Zhou Jinghui's bastard behavior. He was unyielding to her throughout the whole process and tortured her patiently, as if he had a sense of accomplishment.
But this was also the first time she felt led.
"Asshole." Liang Fan's palms felt burning pain, and his white and tender palms turned red when rubbed.
Zhou Jinghui pressed her shoulders, and he was still interested in misbehaving with her. The force became stronger, and his voice was particularly contemptuous: "Cheng Yanzhi's fiancée does have two brushes. No wonder he has colorful flags fluttering outside, but your status is still upright.
Does not fall."
At this time, when Cheng Yanzhi was taunting her, Liang Fan was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but as soon as he raised his arm, he was unable to lower it.
She really had no strength left.
"More than just two brushes." Liang Fan stopped cooperating, disrupting his smooth rhythm. He raised his almond-shaped eyes and smiled brightly: "When I calm down, you are finished."
Zhou Jinghui was amused by her harsh words: "There are two brushes, but they have no hairs."
"..."
It was difficult for Liang Fan to determine whether he was attacking her personally.
But she felt uncomfortable after hearing that, and tried hard to push him off the sofa, looking a little careless.
Zhou Jinghui didn't take Liang Fan's temper seriously at all. He personally taught him what it means to be well-behaved and how not to affect each other's interest.