"What happened to your hand?"
"Let me see,"
Huanong, with jet black hair hanging loose, knelt on the bed and pulled Lu Jingan's shirt.
As soon as he unbuttoned two buttons, someone grabbed his paw.
"Huanong!"
"What are you doing? You couldn't have been caught fooling around with other women outside and didn't want me to see you, right?"
Lu Jingan lowered the corners of his lips and looked at Huanong, his mood was not high.
"This is who I am in your eyes?"
"In my eyes, of course you are not this kind of person, but Boss Lu, you have to know that you are a hot commodity!"
"Do you know what it means? Diamond King Laowu, let alone single, even if you are married, there are still many women who want to stick to you to get some wool from you. You have to know that you can do whatever you want, For people, it is a lifetime of glory and wealth."
"So?" Lu Jing'an asked firmly, lowering his voice.
"Take it off and let me see."
"So in your mind, I am such a lackadaisical person?" Boss Lu's tone was light, and when it reached Huanong's ears, the other party was stunned for a moment.
Did this person call her back?
For an action-minded person like Lu Jing'an, if nothing happened, he would definitely take off his clothes to stop her mouth. She was being pushed around now! Eighty percent of it is fishy.
Huanong was silent, twitching the corners of his lips, and smiled broadly: "How determined is Boss Lu?"
With everyone in bed, it's not easy to do something.
And at this misty breakfast that was about to rain or not, with the right time and the right place, Huanong stretched out his hand to push the person down on the bed, and sat directly on his lap.
A pair of weak, boneless claws that went nowhere except the arms.
The touch made Lu Jing'an gasp slightly, gritted his teeth and spoke with anger: "Huanong."
"Boss Lu, you can be hard even if it hurts. How do you think your concentration is?"
Lu Jing'an's eyes darkened, and he pushed Huanong onto the bed with a sullen face. He pressed her shoulders and stared at her condescendingly: "Are you kidding me?"
"Is it illegal to play with your husband?"
"Lu Jing'an, you'd better tell me the truth," the woman's slender fingertips rubbed circles on his chest: "Jiang Qiming has come to me. If he gives me any favors, I think it's pretty good. Maybe I’ll sell you.”
"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. You hide it from me, and I hide it from you. Do you think it's you who is playing tricks on others, or others who are playing tricks on us?"
Huanong knew in her heart that no matter whether her marriage to Lu Jingan lasted or not, no matter whether they loved each other or not, they were now tied to the same camp, they were their own people.
If she still started internal strife when she knew someone outside was plotting against her, it would only do harm to her and Lu Jing'an, but no good.
If the two of them are at odds with each other, it will be someone else who gets the advantage in the end.
That Jiang Qiming was not a good person at first glance.
But for a while, she couldn't figure out what this person wanted to do. If she and Lu Jingan were at odds in this situation, it would be more or less advantageous for him.
"Huanong, will you let others play with you? Jiang Qiming can't take any advantage in your hands. You two are the same kind of people," pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the skin on his face was torn off layer by layer, as long as he If you don't want to, you can never see your true face.
Huanong smiled: "Are you comparing me to him?"
Jiang Qiming was just an abandoned son of the Jiang family, and she, Huanong, could never put herself in that position.
Huanong withdrew her hand. The two of them had just had a fight. Her clothes were already in a mess, her nightgown was scattered, and her suspender skirt was about to collapse. She just wanted to reach out and hook her underwear bag back, but was Lu Jingan reached out and pulled it away, then lowered his head.
A scream sounded in the bedroom.
Puyun Mountain is located on the highest mountain in Beijing and Hong Kong, with excellent greenery and a natural oxygen bar. If you don’t close the windows at night, you will most likely wake up to the sound of birds chirping in the morning.
At breakfast that day, the chirping of insects and birds in the yard and the lingering and melodious sounds in the bedroom became a hymn.
In the early morning, Quinlan went upstairs to clean. As soon as he reached the entrance, before he stepped into the living room, he was frightened by the feeble moaning in the room.
He kept saying, "I'm going to die, please hurry up."
In an instant, Quinlan took a deep breath and hurriedly turned around and left.
.........
"Second Young Master, I checked. Miss Hua has not had much schedule recently. She just finished filming and is taking a break."
"Why is Xiao Beilin still staying in Beijing and Hong Kong?" Why hasn't he returned to the capital after the play is over? Is he really as interested in Huanong as rumored by the outside world?
"Master Xiao has always been a Buddhist. He used to stay in one place for a while after filming. It's not surprising."
The Xiao family did not control Xiao Beilin strictly, probably because they knew that Xiao Beilin was not the kind of person to mess around.
As time passed, he became favored in the Xiao family and no one suppressed him, so he became a Buddhist.
Jiang Qiming was wearing a nightgown, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, looking at the street scene of the city, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, turning it lazily, giving people a sense of fragmentation and indifference to the world.
But in fact, the four words "indifferent to the world" are most inconsistent with him.
"That tallest building opposite is Shengmao International?"
"Yeah, we're on the back of it now."
"Why are you talking about Lu Jing'an?" The man murmured, why had he not been tortured by the Jiang family since he was a child, and why when he grew up, the old man of the Jiang family wanted to take him back.
The people next to him glanced at him, not knowing how to respond.
"Have our people been arranged to go in?"
The latter looked a little ugly and shook his head: "No, Lu Jingan is very defensive. The cronies around him are all people who have followed him through life and death. Even if ordinary people get in, they can't reach his circle."
"I don't believe that he is really that invulnerable."
...........
Huanong collapsed on the bed and let Lu Jingan clean up his body. His eyes fell on the gauze on his arm. It was probably because he had exerted force just now, and the gauze turned red.
"The Jiang family did it?"
"pretty close."
"Aren't you going to fight back?"
"You think I should fight back?"
Huanong propped up his arms and watched Lu Jing'an enter the bathroom. He turned sideways and continued to look at him: "You don't think it's necessary?"
“Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to watch them fight among themselves, be suspicious of each other, and then fall apart?
There is a sense of "look, even if I don't take action, you can still kill yourself".
"The most poisonous man!"
Lu Jing'an knew that Huanong never had anything nice to say.
"stand up."
"What for? I can't live without my bed."
"It's up to you. If you want a gift, get up. If you don't want a gift, just keep lying down..."
"I'll get up, I'll get up, I'll get up..."
If you are not active in taking advantage, there is something wrong with your brain.
