He was breathing heavily, but before he could calm down the sexual desire in his body, she mumbled and complained, and her little body leaned towards him unconsciously again...
This time, Qin Muyuan did not lose control
"Tong Yao!" He growled angrily. Seeing that she showed no signs of waking up, he frowned angrily. He pulled off his tie irritably, tied her two arms together tightly, and then pulled her to the side.
Push, let her flip over onto the passenger seat
He restrained her, took off his suit and covered the dry mouth, letting her snot and tears scratch the expensive suit, as long as she stopped climbing on him and making trouble!
After handling everything, Qin Muyuan couldn't help but exhale, and then realized that a large piece of the shirt behind his back was soaked with sweat. He gasped and leaned back on the driver's seat. After calming down for a while, he stepped on the accelerator and Juechen left...
Tong Yao struggled all night, and then she went to the hospital to get a "sedative antidote" before lying on his shoulder and falling asleep... Qin Muyuan carried her back all the way and endured many strange looks from the crowd!
It was already two o'clock in the morning when I returned to Qin's house, and the entire Qin house was soaked in ink.
Qin Muyuan carried her into the room in the dark, threw her on the bed, and then untied the tie from her wrist. He casually lifted up the quilt on the side and covered her with it. He was about to turn around and leave, but hesitated——
After hesitating for a long time, he finally sighed softly, turned around and put on her pajamas for her, and tucked her into bed...
Anyway, she was in a daze all night, so we shouldn’t let her remember anything.
However, as he walked out of her room, a bloodthirsty coldness appeared on his handsome face, and his dark pupils were cold, and he clenched his fists silently: The man who drugged her must not be let go.
!
Punishment is to strike while the iron is hot
So, two hours later, Qin Muyuan's figure appeared on the rooftop of a high-rise building. Kneeling in front of him was the wretched man who had been drinking before. When he saw the person coming, the man's face turned pale instantly.
"That's him." He smiled lightly and spoke calmly and lowly, like an elegant Satan in the night, giving an order, "Do it cleanly."
"Yes." The subordinate, hidden in the ink, nodded, always doing things neatly and neatly - no one would care about the passing of this life. At most, there will be one more piece of news in tomorrow's morning newspaper: a man committed suicide by jumping from a certain building.
Listening to the heartbreaking cries behind him, Qin Muyuan just rubbed his sore eyebrows and said calmly: "I'm leaving first."
The night was getting thick, and no one knew that he had some unknown identity in this dark night, let alone that he also had this unknown bloodthirsty side...
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