After having a fight with his fiancé, Liang Fan came out of the box filled with smoke and alcohol.
Her cell phone rang, and her headache was made more real by the sudden ringtone. In a hurry to take out her cell phone in her armpit bag, Liang Fan didn't notice someone at the corner, and bumped into the other person's arm with her elbow.
With a bang, the mobile phone she just took out fell to the ground.
Subconsciously bending her legs to pick up her phone, Liang Fan felt her skirt tighten. The too-fitting fishtail skirt restricted her posture when she tried to squat down.
Looking up, a handsome face with a cold feeling came into her sight.
The man has high eyebrows, long and narrow eyelids, half-closed eyelids with some inward creases, and his eyes look cold and cold. His neat short hair reveals his full forehead, and his temperament is clear and distant. He seems to be the opposite type to his fiancé Cheng Yanzhi.
With this rare sense of refreshing, Liang Fan felt that he was not very old.
Squeezing the hem of her skirt, she raised her red lips and said, "Sir, my skirt is inconvenient, can you help me pick it up?"
The man has a calm temperament, a well-tailored black suit, and he doesn't say anything. He doesn't seem to be the type to be trifled with.
Looking down at the mobile phone covered with a fan cover on the ground, Zhou Jinghui bowed slightly, picked it up easily and handed it over to her.
Liang Fan's eyes were not on the phone, but entirely on the handsome face of the man in front of him.
To be honest, he is not as handsome as Cheng Yanzhi, but he has a magical power that can easily attract people's attention and make people want to explore deeper.
The woman's straight eyes had her thoughts written on her face. Zhou Jinghui raised his hand and placed the phone directly in front of Liang Fan's eyes, gesturing for her to pick up the phone.
Liang Fan, who was belatedly aware of it, smiled and took it with his wrist raised, his movements delicate and artificial.
"Thank you sir, you are so kind."
The pink fishtail skirt is supposed to make people feel gentle and tranquil, but Liang Fan's own charm makes the skirt make her look bright and flamboyant. Thick black hair hangs down on her chest, and the skin of her half-covered shoulders and neck is radiant under the light.
Fair and alluring.
Zhou Jinghui's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to purse.
Liang Fan's fingertips still retained the faint residual warmth from his fingers that had just touched him. Unexpectedly, his face looked cold, but his body temperature was unimaginably hot.
She looked at the tall man standing in the corridor, her eyes curled up, and she was drunk: "Sir, I'm drunk, can you take me home?"
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Liang Wei was inexperienced, and he was already dizzy from being tortured just on the bed. The pain was uncomfortable and a bit excruciating.
She was already drunk, but after experiencing the taste of indulgence for the first time, her consciousness was particularly clear at this time. She knew that the man she brought home was not the erratic bastard Cheng Yanzhi.
With the wall lamp on, the light in the room is elegant and harmonious, making the pink boudoir look ambiguous and hazy.
In front of Liang Fan's eyes was the shadow of a man that was constantly moving. His broad, wheat-colored naked back was strongly supported on both sides of her body, shrouding her and swallowing her up again and again.
The hot lips caressed her neck, and Zhou Jinghui's effortless energy made her feel like she was at a disadvantage.
"How many women have you slept with?"
With his face flushed, Liang Fan raised his buried face.
Zhou Jinghui was different from her. Even though the veins on his forehead were covered with light sweat, his jawline was tight, and his deep black eyes seemed to tear her apart, his expression could always be controlled to be relaxed and indifferent.
His serious attitude made Liang Fan uncomfortable.
Deliberately causing trouble, she initially refused to cooperate and specifically opposed Zhou Jinghui, who was addicted to rubbing his ears and temples, making him unable to do business for a long time.
"Don't make trouble." Zhou Jinghui held down her moving legs.
Stopping his nonsensical movements, Liang Fan looked straight into his eyes, stretched out his hand to hook his sweaty neck, his eyelashes curled up concealing a bit of cunning: "You don't look very young, but you are quite capable in bed."