Meng Yanchen's thin lips raised a hint of an evil and teasing smile, desire flowed in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with an unshakable domineering feeling. His big hand grabbed Chu Qiao's wrist and bullied her forcefully.
The corner in the elevator.
When Chu Qiao reacted, she realized that there was a touch of fire on her wrist. When she looked up again, she found that Meng Yanchen's eyes were looking at her scorchingly. They were no longer cold, but hot, as if they were about to burn her to ashes.
As if. She wanted to break free from his grip, only to find that her body was imprisoned between the elevator wall and his body. His breath sprayed on her face without any obstruction, causing her body temperature to continue to rise.
.
Chu Qiao wanted to retreat, but found that he had no way out. No matter how close he was to the elevator wall, he could feel his strong body pressing against him.
Why? Why do you still treat her like this? Don't you love her? You have obviously reconciled with Miss Xu, but why are you entangled with yourself? Is it love or lust?
"President, please let me go, okay?" Qiu Shui's cut pupils were filled with sadness and sparkling with water. They were so charming and touching that I felt pity for them. Maybe even Chu Qiao herself didn't realize it, so she bit the corners of her lips.
What kind of charm and attraction does Meng Yanchen's movement bring to Meng Yanchen? How could he let go so easily?
"Chu Qiao..." Meng Yanchen gently stroked Chu Qiao's small and smooth chin with his fingers, and said leisurely: "Aren't you very proud? Even if you leave me, you still have countless wives waiting for you! Without me,
There is also my brother, and there are even many men I don't know about." His voice was cold, but as clear and pleasant as the moon reflected on clear water, and he tightened his fingers little by little, pinching her chin hard.
"Ding--"
The elevator stopped, and the elevator door opened and closed.
Meng's VIP elevator was specially designed for Meng Yanchen. No one would come to it at all, let alone have the courage to take it.
Chu Qiao watched with despair as the elevator door closed little by little. She didn't know whether it was pain in her jaw or her heart, or maybe both, but she didn't know which pain was higher. Tears fell from the corners of Chu Qiao's eyes and she shook her head in denial: "No,
I haven't thought about it this way at all. Is my explanation useful? Will you believe it? You only believe what you see, but you don't want to believe me! Since you don't believe me, you might as well let me go like you let go of Liu Xini!"
The pain spread in her heart little by little. She knew that she was unbearable in his heart, but she didn't expect that she was so unbearable...
Since you don't like it, just let it go. Why bother hanging on to it so hard?
Suddenly, Meng Yanchen's hand released his pinched chin, which was red, and turned to gently caressing her red lips with his fingers. She liked to bite her lips, and he knew this. Her taste was indeed very good.
"There are still more than half a year, why should I let you go?" Meng Yanchen smiled evilly, his eyes were as if they were dipped in ink, so thick that he could not see the bottom: "I should make the best use of you. You are not worthy at all.
Don’t go to Yanxi!”
Making the best use of everything?
Before Chu Qiao could taste the meaning of these four words, he leaned down and covered her trembling lips with his lips. Her lips were soft, sweet, and fragrant, making her feel the warmth of her lips.
There is constant lingering on the valve.
Chu Qiao's whole body tensed up, she clenched her teeth, and closed her almond-shaped eyes. She couldn't escape him, whether it was his kiss or his dominance? What's funny is that the only thing she could do was to submit.
At first, Meng Yanchen was not satisfied with just the intertwining of lips, and wanted to pry her lips apart, only to find that her teeth were tightly closed, blocking the way. He smiled lowly, and pressed her with his big hand without warning.
The rise and fall of the chest.
Chu Qiao panicked and squeaked softly, but Meng Yanchen had already sneaked into her mouth, wrapped her tongue around her, and sucked his breath. Meng Yanchen remained silent, holding hers with his lips, sucking her
All the moans were lost in his mouth.
Chu Qiao's cheeks were flushed, as if she was drunk. Meng Yanchen's fingers traced the fair skin on her face, and the desire in his heart seemed to explode. His eyes were deep, he turned around and pressed the button.
The button on the negative layer.
With this movement, he let go of Chu Qiao's lips, and the silver threads snaked around the corners of their lips, shining with crystal luster.
Chu Qiao kept panting, her apricot eyes widened, and tears crawled away ferociously on her face like a string of small crabs.
Meng Yanchen wiped away the tears on her face with her fingers, and her voice was low and hoarse, with a strong lust: "Isn't it good to be with me? Why do you always think about others? Don't contradict me, just stay with me.
You are not suitable for Yan Xi..."
Stay by his side obediently?
Will it make her heart sink even more? What about when the agreement period is up? What about when he marries Xu Anran? What should she do then? That's right, she is just a lover bought by Meng Yanchen, only for pleasure but not for love.
He was not wrong at all. Was she wrong?
You should not lose your body as well as your heart during the transaction process.
"I don't want it!" Chu Qiao didn't use much strength, but she slapped Meng Yanchen's hand away, with a hint of firmness in her voice: "I don't want it..."
Meng Yanchen's face was cold and resolute, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He slowly clenched his fingers into a fist: "This transaction is not up to you to decide when it will start or when it will end. So I don't need to ask you what you mean.
It's up to me to decide when you get tired of playing! Do you understand?"
The elevator stopped steadily on the negative floor.
Because it was still working hours, there was almost no one in the parking lot. Meng Yanchen took Chu Qiao's hand and forcibly pulled her out of the elevator.
"Meng Yanchen, you, where are you taking me?"
Meng Yanchen said nothing, opened the door of the car and pushed Chu Qiao in.
Then, he returned to the driving position of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove out of the garage.
"Meng Yanchen, where are you going?"
"Are you finally willing to call me by my name?" Meng Yanchen said with a stern face.
After driving for a long time, the car stopped in front of an apartment. He dragged Chu Qiao with one hand and opened the room with the other. When the door opened, he walked into the room and closed the door.
The passion seemed to burst out in an instant. Meng Yanchen could no longer hold back the hunger for her in his heart. At this time, he even ignored his heart. He wanted her in his heart, he only wanted her!
Meng Yanchen held her in his arms, his lips covering her mouth without hesitation, and his hands caressing her graceful curves.
She made him possessed, and he wanted her to go to hell with him... Unbuttoning the belt of her coat, his big hands reached in flexibly, igniting clusters of hot flames on her body.
All reason and resistance became weak as it spread like fire.
What else could she do? She hated him, hated him for forcing her into such a desperate situation...she couldn't escape, couldn't hide!