In a Marriott hotel suite.
Song Ci straightened her slender neck, and a moan escaped from her mouth.
"Brother Ming."
As soon as the words fell, the charming room fell silent for a moment.
There was a "pop" sound, and the overhead light came on. When Song Ci saw the man on her body clearly, she took a breath.
I was mostly awake from the wine.
"Ha." Jiang Xiubai sneered and turned to the side.
He leaned against the bed, picked up the clothes under the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Miss Song, do you care about other people's husbands so much? It's really interesting."
Song Ci pulled up the quilt in a daze, covering her pure white body.
There were still traces of pain in my lower body.
Her mind was extremely clear.
He quietly glanced at the person beside him. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, and the rising smoke blurred his face.
His eyes were dark and shiny, showing no emotion.
Jiang Xiubai, a well-known poisonous lawyer in Beijing circles, is also the heir to the richest Jiang family, and is very famous in the circle.
She smacked her head in frustration.
It's really a waste of time to drink.
Today is the engagement day of her adopted brother Fu Siming and Miss Jiang. When she was sad, she went to the bar to drink. Later...
Later, she returned to her long-term private room in the hotel.
Recalling this, Song Ci had a thin layer of anger on her face, and her red lips parted slightly: "Jiang Xiubai, how dare you take advantage of others' danger, you shameless villain."
Thinking of the ridiculous past between herself and him, Song Ci was even more sure that this man was taking revenge on her.
There was a layer of anger in her pupils. She bit her lip lightly and glared at Jiang Xiubai fiercely. "Jiang Xiubai, are you still so brooding about the past? I didn't expect you to be like this." A narrow-minded man."
Three years ago, she had a quarrel with Fu Siming over a trivial matter. In order to provoke him, she confessed her love to Jiang Xiubai, a talented law school student who was still a poor boy at the time.
She caught up with someone, but dumped him after just a few days of playing.
This incident once became a laughing stock on campus and brought Jiang Xiubai great humiliation.
She was young and ignorant at that time, and she had always felt guilty about this incident, but now it was all diluted by anger.
"Ha." A sneer escaped Jiang Xiubai's lips. He put out the cigarette butt in his hand and said sarcastically: "Miss Song, if you don't want to see clearly, whose room is this?"
Hearing this, Song Ci looked at the room with a distinctly masculine atmosphere, and the string in her mind broke.
The anger on his face disappeared, leaving only a look of shock and shame.
"Ah."
Jiang Xiubai's body pressed forward, and the smile on his face became even wider, revealing a hint of evil.
He reached out and pinched Song Ci's chin. The skin under his hand was as smooth as gel, instantly reminding him of the feeling just now.
Jiang Xiubai licked her lips, her eyes full of lust, and her voice was hoarse and sexy, "Miss Song, would you like me to help you recall what happened last night?"
As he spoke, his thin lips pressed forward.
Song Ci was startled and quickly slipped into the quilt, covering her whole body tightly except for her eyes.
In my mind, fragments about last night flashed immediately.
It seems like...she raped Jiang Xiubai.
But she was so drunk. If Jiang Xiubai was not interested, how could she succeed.
Seeing her eyes twinkling, Jiang Xiubai said quietly: "Miss Song, have you remembered?"
Song Ci gritted her teeth, her voice stiff, "You could have pushed me away last night..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted. Jiang Xiubai spread his hands and said lazily, "I resisted, but Miss Song was too energetic."
Bullshit.
Song Ci wanted to get angry, but just arguing with a lawyer was really not a good idea.
Sure enough, a dangerous light flashed in Jiang Xiu's white eyes, and he said quietly: "Miss Song, you forced your way into my room last night. I can sue you for illegal breaking and entering, and I can sue you for rape."
Song Ci laughed angrily.
But this made Song Ci admit defeat, which was impossible.
She got out of bed and picked up the clothes on the floor, only to find that they were all in rags. She turned around and glared at Jiang Xiubai.
The blush from the incident still remained in his eyes, and it seemed that this glare was not lethal at all, but more like flirting.
After searching on the ground, she found her phone and transferred 500 yuan to it. A charming smile appeared on her lips and her voice was frivolous, "Lawyer Jiang, I felt good last night. I'll see you again next time I have a chance."
Then, she took out Jiang Xiubai's clothes from the closet and put them on loosely.
Both the pants and T-shirt were rolled up several times before they fit properly.
Seeing that Song Ci's walking posture was a bit weird, Jiang Xiubai looked at the transfer with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Song Ci, I'm waiting for you to beg for mercy."
…
As soon as she left the room, Song Ci's body softened, her eyes were stained with sadness, and she was not as strong as before.
Everywhere on my body felt like it had been run over by wheels, leaving me in pain.
She lowered her head and walked slowly outside.
At this time, the mobile phone in the bag suddenly rang.
"Xiaoci, come back soon, something happened to your dad."
I heard my mother Luo Yujia crying in her words.
Song Ci's heart tightened, and she quickly took a taxi home.
