Zhuli was already in a bad mood, and was annoyed by the rapid ringing of her cell phone.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he inserted his slender fingers into the man's pocket and struggled to take back his cell phone.
However, after glancing at the contacts on the screen, her heart dropped to the bottom.
He frowned slightly, showing impatience on his face.
She didn't answer the call as he expected, but pressed the hang up button.
He closed his eyes resignedly.
flower market
In the brightly lit building, a strand of the man's meticulously combed hair fell down and covered his forehead.
After being hung up on, Qiao Jue felt an inexplicable feeling of boredom in his heart.
The powerful feeling of irritation made him increasingly feel that Zhuli, who was far away, must have encountered some difficulties.
Or, meeting that man...
I don’t know why, but this idea is very strong.
Qiao Jue didn't have time to think too much and continued to make the call.
Jingle Bell-
Zhuli just hung up the phone, and Qiao Jue called again hurriedly.
She didn't want to spoil the man's interest at this juncture, because she knew that answering Qiao Jue's call in front of Jing Huaizhi would only speed up her death.
He poked the screen with his fingertips, and the room finally returned to its previous calmness.
Jingle Bell...
After that, no matter how many he hit, she would hang up.
Finally, when the tenth call came in, Jing Huaizhi couldn't hold it any longer.
The man's well-defined wrist bones pulled her thin porcelain-white wrist and brought the phone over with him.
He raised his brows, his gaze looking over was cold and ruthless.
He said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qiao likes to miss other people's wives?"
After saying this, he cut off the phone without waiting for the other party to reply.
He threw his phone aside.
He lowered his eyelids, his burning eyes scanning the woman beneath him.
"Don't..."
Seeing his hot fingers pinching the corner of her skirt, Zhuli panicked subconsciously.
If her skirt is torn by him, how will she get out of here tomorrow?
You can't go out wearing a bathrobe.
But her humble begging didn't win the man's pity.
Jing Huaizhi's eyebrows curved downward: "Now that you know how to beg for mercy, why did you go there earlier?"
She bit her lip that was about to bleed, and begged: "Be gentle..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man had already lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her skin as white as snow.
Especially those long legs, they are simply stunning.
Why didn't he notice it before?
Zhuli twisted uncomfortably, and this movement happened to hit the alarm clock on the bedside table.
The time was exactly eleven o'clock.
...
next day
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when she opened her eyes again.
The window was mostly empty.
She didn't sleep at all last night, and it wasn't until six o'clock in the morning that a fish-belly-white man appeared on the horizon and he chose to let her go.
Thinking of this, Zhuli immediately felt ashamed.
The hands wrapped in the quilt unconsciously tightened, and the color of the originally flushed cheeks continued to deepen.
He is a dignified CEO, he must not have a sex life, otherwise how could he...
While thinking wildly, there was a regular knocking sound from the door panel.
She was startled, and just as she was about to lift the quilt and look down at the kiss marks all over her body, a fire rekindled in her chest.
He stood up and hurriedly picked up a nightgown from the ground.
After putting it on, I realized that it seemed to be his...
"Mr. Li, this is what Mr. Jing asked me to give you."
When the door opened, there was Xiaotong with a childish look on his face.
She shyly handed the handbag in her hand to Zhuli.
Zhuli took it without thinking, making a gap for her to come in.
Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and placed his palm across the door.
"Anything else?"
Xiaotong was obviously shocked by her actions, but did not dare to say anything.
"Mr. Jing asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you in the restaurant downstairs."
Zhuli responded helplessly: "I know."
After closing the door, she scratched her head and said to herself: "What's not breakfast in this handbag?"
The voice stopped abruptly the moment she opened her handbag.
Dresses, and underwear...
Her cheeks turned red.
Quite considerate.
Cafeteria on the first floor
The man, well-dressed, sat against the wall and picked up a coffee cup.
It seems like a completely different person from last night.
Not sure what the person opposite said, he frowned impatiently but did not refute.
"Beast."
Zhuli, standing at the door of the restaurant, cursed secretly.
"Miss Zhu, come here quickly!"
Meng Nanxun, who was sitting next to Jing Huaizhi, was the first to notice her and waved.
He has helped Jing Huaizhi track Zhuli over the years and is extremely familiar with her figure.
Hearing someone calling him, Zhuli raised his feet and walked in the direction where they were.
After sitting down, Jing Huaizhi caught a glimpse of the red marks on her wrist and pondered for a moment:
"Does it still hurt?"
Meng Nanxun: "???"
Why did he smell a smell of gossip?
Among the people present, apart from the two parties involved, Meng Nanxun was probably the only one who understood the meaning of Jing Huai's words.
Su Shaoqing took a piece of foie gras and looked blankly at Xiaotong, who was sitting obediently next to Zhuli.
That look was obviously asking: "What do you mean?"
Xiaotong didn't understand either, so she shook her head gently.
Zhuli kicked him hard with her foot placed under the table, and then warned him with her eyes not to talk nonsense.
Jing Huaizhi took a sip of coffee and said seriously: "I'm asking if your wrist still hurts?"
"Where did you want to go?"
Meng Nanxun: "..."
Zhuli: "It's thanks to you that I'm done."
She replied angrily.
Jing Huaizhi looked at her seriously, his expression suddenly became extraordinarily soft.
He stood up from his sitting position, walked over to her, and pinched her slender wrist bones.
"It's broken, right?"
"Let me check it out."
As he spoke, he brought her wrist to his chest.
Meng Nanxun didn't dare to look directly into his boss's eyes, so he could only keep putting food into his mouth.
Not forgetting to hold down the heads of the two children, "It's really delicious, don't you think so?"
Su Shaoqing stared at him in confusion: "Did you escape from trouble?"
"Are vegetable leaves so delicious?"
Meng Nanxun: "..."
Zhuli was a little angry at his flirtatious teasing.
He straightened his arms and pushed him away: "That's enough."
Jing Huaizhi leaned forward and pinched her chin gently.
"Since you have nothing to do, come back with me."
She looked dazed for a moment, and her two red lips opened again and again.
Why can't I escape this topic no matter now or before?
Turning away his head, he broke free from his grasp.
Zhuli: "Something's wrong."
The man's dangerous gaze shot from above his head, and his evil tone sounded: "Don't forget that we are not divorced."
"If you don't want to leave, I'll tie you up. It's your choice."
"I..."
Zhuli's eyes widened in disbelief. Is this the same man who asked her to coax him even when he was drunk five years ago?
Suddenly, the man lowered his back, and his warm breath sprayed on her earlobe.
He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You haven't contacted me for five years. Do you think you have a chance to leave this time?"
