Chapter 3 You underestimate the sound insulation of the He family
The warm yellow light shines on Shen Wanxing's pretty little face. Her eyes are full of moisture and her cheeks are flushed. She is wearing heavy makeup, but she is extraordinarily bright. Wearing that wedding dress, it is so dazzling that He Xizhou is stunned for a moment. , somewhat familiar.
His fingers roughly brushed her smooth cheek.
There are no scars on her face, it's not her.
"Who are you?"
"You are not He Chengze!"
Shen Wanxing's clothes were messy, and the man in front of her was cold, dignified, handsome, and more mature and charming than He Chengze.
He Xizhou looked at her inquiringly, was this woman wearing a wedding dress?
He thought about the old man talking about wanting to celebrate Chengze...
"Do you think I am He Chengze?"
"Isn't this He Chengze's room?"
The man sneered coldly, "Don't you know that he has become a vegetative state?"
Knock knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door!
Shen Wanxing was stiff all over. On her wedding night, she was found in the same room with a strange man. She was disheveled and looked like she was in the aftermath. How would the He family kill her?
She stood up suddenly and tried to hide, but the heavy headdress got tangled in the man's shirt buttons, and her black hair was pulled painfully, causing tears to flow down her face in an instant.
"ah!"
"Sir, I've cooked some hangover soup for you, and I'll bring it in for you." A slightly aged voice came from outside, "What's going on in your room?"
Without thinking, Shen Wanxing pulled the quilt to cover herself. She moved down, ignoring the numbness and burning pain in her scalp, and lay on He Xizhou's legs. The quilt almost covered his waist. , the man's legs were warm and tight, and Shen Wanxing felt his own thunderous heartbeat in his ears.
He Xizhou lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the bulging little ball with displeasure on his face.
Did she think she could escape this way?
He didn't know whether it was the woman who directed and acted, or someone else was smart. But the two of them appearing on the same bed would definitely shock the He family.
He can find any woman to fool him tomorrow, but now he must cooperate with her.
He Xizhou lifted the quilt, looked at her with slight disgust and said, "Uncle Fu is not that easy to fool, how can he scream?"
what is it call?
She looked into the man's eyes and then understood what he meant.
"Sir, are you still inside?"
Shen Wanxing took a deep breath. She was full of embarrassment, but she had to lower her head under the eaves. She hugged the quilt and lay under the man, and shouted softly.
"Speak louder, you underestimate the sound insulation of He's house."
Shen Wanxing broke the jar and howled, and the melodious female voice spread outside the house.
People outside seemed too embarrassed to intrude, and after a while there was no movement.
"Okay...are you ready?"
Shen Wanxing's voice has become hoarse.
The man glanced at her without saying anything, and casually took out a sharp broken blade from the bedside drawer. The cold light suddenly appeared, making Shen Wanxing's heart skip a beat, and she opened her mouth to shout.
"etc!"
With a slight sound, the buttons of his shirt fell off and her hair was untied.
"Do you think I'm going to kill you?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of the man's mouth. He stood up and put the knife in. He took the square towel on the coffee table and wiped his hands slowly, as if they were stained with something dirty.
There is no doubt that the dirty thing is her.
"Get out."
The man's eyes seemed to have been tempered with ice, and that glance froze her bones.
Shen Wanxing wisely left his bed immediately. She picked up her shoes and tiptoed towards the door of the room.
"return."
Shen Wanxing paused when he heard his voice.
"He Chengze's room is on the right, past the terrace."
Shen Wanxing looked at him again and said thank you softly.
She walked around him to the terrace. It was raining heavily outside. She climbed over carefully and left this dangerous place.
The man sitting on the sofa had his legs folded casually, his fingers were slightly numb, and the woman's soft and soft voice was still in his ears. Her smooth and white feet were in front of him, and a fire was inexplicably aroused in his heart.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number in a hoarse voice, "Vinson, do you have the latest treatment plan?"
"Second Master He, others thought you were frigid, but they didn't expect...I said this disease is a disease that can be treated with poison. You should find a woman and stop worrying about it..."