"I just got here. Dad asked me to ask you to come over."
With him around, Zhou Nannan didn't dare to be too presumptuous and glared at Jiang Ning.
Looking at the two brothers and sisters leaving one after another, Jiang Ning's pupils flashed with panic, very fast.
Zhou Jingsheng heard her words just now.
He had always been particularly taboo about the word "illegitimate son" and never held a deep grudge. In the past few years, several media outlets in Jiangzhou had made rumors about his life experience, and Zhou Jingsheng filed a lawsuit against the media company for bankruptcy.
Compared to the hustle and bustle of the main hall, the North Courtyard is so deserted that you can hear a pin drop.
Fortunately, she and Shen Huixin are both people who like peace of mind.
It was about one o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Ning received a text message from Zhou Jingsheng: Come to the East Campus.
Thinking about returning the ring, I stuffed the box into my pocket, put on a dark black coat and rushed over.
In order to prevent others from seeing her, she deliberately walked through the back door. The back door was quiet. On weekdays, only the Zhou family's servants would come to clean the courtyard. At this time, the servants had already taken a rest, and there was no one around.
The door to the room is opened a third of the way.
The side of the house against the wall was dark.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were dimly illuminated by the street lights outside the windows.
Looking through the dim light, Jiang Ning saw the clothes on the floor.
Thrown here and there were sheets and a man's suit.
Jiang Ning didn't say anything, turned around and looked around, then stepped through the door.
Hot breath hit her face, and strong male fingers grabbed her arm and pulled her in. She felt dizzy before her eyes, and she was pressed against the wall.
Long Hei's sight could see nothing, except for the very familiar smell on the tip of his nose.
The man grabbed her waist with his hands and blocked her mouth with his hot lips.
Zhou Jingsheng's lips were so warm that they could burn her skin.
His attack was too fierce, like a hungry wolf.
Zhou Jingsheng remained silent and breathed heavily. Jiang Ning felt like he was about to open his mouth.
She endured the pain, pressed against the man's chest and pushed outward.
The palm of my hand that I just reached out felt as hot as fire.
In the darkness, she held her breath and asked him in a deep voice: "Zhou Jingsheng, what's the matter with you?"
"Do not talk."
As soon as he spoke, Jiang Ning realized something was wrong.
Not only is there something wrong with Zhou Jingsheng, but his voice is hoarse and a little hoarse. Listen carefully, and you can see that after arousal, there is a trembling loss of control: "Close the door."
The door panel was just a step away, but she didn't want to reach out and close it.
At this time, the man's body was like a burning iron plate.
"Who gave you what to eat?"
Quickly clearing his thoughts, Jiang Ning opened his eyes to look at the person, but actually couldn't see anything clearly.
Zhou Jingsheng didn't speak, his lips were pressed against her nose, and his hot breath flowed down the bridge of her nose and into her mouth. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with smoke didn't smell bad at all, but it smelled unexpectedly good.
Accept his heavy aura.
Jiang Ning opened his mouth: "I can help you, but there are conditions."
She knew that Zhou Jing might have endured it to the extreme at this time.
"What?"
Zhou Jingsheng squeezed it out from between his teeth.
The medicinal power had reached its highest point, and his body temperature was rising, and his consciousness was gradually breaking down.
His hands pressed hard on Jiang Ning's body.
She stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. A hint of cunning flashed under her bright eyes. Jiang Ning felt the strong aura that he couldn't control and said word by word: "Don't marry Yu Zixin."
Jiang Ning was originally a joke.
She just wanted to see Zhou Jingsheng's reaction.
as expected.
About three or four seconds passed, and Zhou Jingsheng's fingers on her body slowly moved away.
It was obvious that he had seduced her first, and he only called her here to vent his lust.
Are you really using her as a tool?
