Wen Ying's life has been monotonous and boring since she was a child. She has never seen such a scene before. An unprecedented absurdity comes over her, and the tips of her ears turn red with anger.
As soon as she took out the phone, her hand was grabbed by the man.
Chen Jin took her mobile phone in his palm, turned it off and put it on the table, his brows full of interest: "Pay attention."
Under the table, where no one was looking, the well-tailored black trousers brushed against her smooth and smooth legs, so hot that she almost screamed.
Wen Ying's expression suddenly turned cold: "Chen Jin!"
Sullen, warning.
The corners of Chen Jin's eyes were frivolous, as if he was very satisfied with Wen Ying's expression. He was calm and his whole face was alive, not numb or depressed.
"I'm not the one you want!"
People around the card table looked at him one after another, their hot and searching eyes glaring at Wen Ying.
Chen Jinhan's eyes were wide open, and he pinched her chin with two slender fingers, pushing her face under his eyelids.
"I am a guest and you are a hired servant. Your job today is to please me, do you understand?"
Wen Ying took a deep breath and dug her nails into her palms stubbornly. Her mind was filled with reminders of debts and payments, and her cold and cold eyes were struggling with despair.
At this moment, she was so humiliated that she had nothing to hide;
At this moment, she hated Chen Jin extremely.
"Brother Jin, this is..."
The man opposite rolled his tongue. Seeing Chen Jin's cold and gloomy look, he didn't dare to slap his hat on him, and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Are you starting to know how to enjoy women? In the past few years, you have been living like an ascetic in the temple. Don't talk about women around you. I haven't even seen a shadow of a female."
"But the goods in this area are really good. If Brother Jin still likes it, I--"
His friend next to him pushed him hard, glanced at Chen Jin's cold profile, and secretly said something bad: "This is obviously Brother Jin's girlfriend, a shameless thing!"
The man was startled and faced Wen Ying's indifferent face in horror, panic running down his spine.
Chen Jin turned the octagonal glass in his hand boredly and smiled dangerously: "Should you do it yourself, or should I do it?"
Before the man could react, the man next to him had already picked up a cup of hot tea and threw it on his face: "Why don't you quickly apologize to sister-in-law and brother Jin?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm the one talking too much!"
The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point,
The man slapped himself twice, frightened out of his mind, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry! Brother Jin, I'm sorry! I saw the wrong person! It's all my fault for being blind!!"
Chen Jin threw away the cards, lost interest, hugged Wen Ying and stood up: "Go and change clothes."
Billiards sparring partners have special work clothes, a tight-fitting white shirt and a black hip-hugging skirt. Wen Ying bit the dry dead skin on her lips, took the clothes presented by the staff, and got into the dressing room in despair.
Although the air-conditioning in the billiards hall was full of cold air, Chen Jin felt a little hot. He opened two more buttons with his index finger, and finally lifted up his shirt, revealing the black sleeveless vest underneath.
The muscles of the arms are tense, the movement is smooth but not exaggerated, and the muscles are exposed.
Compared with the purity here, Zhou Shiyan's side was too frivolous and dissolute. He was sitting in the rest area, hugging two busty beauties on the left and right. From time to time, the women's coquettish laughter could be heard.
All he needs to do is have the word "prodigal son" clearly written on his face.
The woman sat on Zhou Shiyan's lap, but her eyes were nakedly looking at Chen Jin, her eyes obsessed like hooks.
As the saying goes, what you can't get is the best. Countless women want to tame this man. The name Chen Jin represents the top skin and the supreme power, attracting many people to flock to him.
Unfortunately, Chen Jin is really ruthless and knows how to keep a distance from women, so no one can get close to him.
Zhou Shiyan found it boring and dismissed the two of them. His tone was not very good:
"That woman left you behind without looking back three years ago, and now she comes back without saying hello. Are you still doting on her like this?"
"You don't know where the hell you got that injury on your hand?! If it wasn't for-"
Normally no one would dare to mention that taboo name and pluck the tiger's hair. After all, he was his ex, but now Zhou Shiyan couldn't bear it anymore.
Chen Jin played with Wen Ying's phone, bouncing it up and down. The reflective screen reflected his moody face: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Zhou Shiyan choked and dared not say anything again.
And fucking protected him?
Sooner or later, Chen Jin will kill the troublemaker with his life!
Wen Ying opened the door and came out. A tight-fitting white shirt and hip-hugging skirt wrapped her figure, outlining her graceful and exquisite curves. Her long hair hung down her shoulders. She folded her arms and looked reserved.
Chen Jin threw away his phone and stared at her with his deep, dark eyes aggressively. In a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Shiyan who was also stunned for a moment.
"If you keep staring at her, I will pluck out your eyeballs and mail them to your mother."
Zhou Shiyan covered his eyes with a pillow, shook his head and backed away from the door: "No...Brother Jin, I didn't see anything."
Hiss, this terrible desire for exclusivity.
Most of the boys in the gym were focused on playing ball. Chen Jin's VIP area was specially reserved for them. It was separated into a separate room by a glass room. It was large in area and had good sound insulation.
"come over."
He picked up two clubs and walked to the stage, "Teach you."
Wen Ying swallowed her saliva and walked slowly and nervously in front of him, when she was hit on her lower back by a cold pole: "Straighten your waist."
Her shyness and embarrassment were clearly visible in front of him. Chen Jin hooked her waist and pulled her under him. Wherever his fingertips touched, clusters of flames burst out.
Wen Ying had never touched billiards before, and she didn't know how to play. During the pull, her body accidentally leaned forward, and her upper body was bent over the table.
The semi-transparent shirt slid up, revealing a slender waist.
Chen Jin's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was tight, and he hooked the hem of her clothes and pulled them off: "I asked you to straighten your waist, I didn't ask you to bend now."
Wen Ying was tortured, and his whole face was as if it was a nine-layered sky of ice and fire. He didn't know whether it was anger or resistance. His breath was overwhelmingly filled with the refreshing mint-lime scent of his body.
Chen Jin first demonstrated it to her, from the most basic stance to the shot, to the accuracy of the goal. He judged the ball's position and landing point accurately and sharply, clearing the table with one shot.
His eyelids were half drooped, his posture was casual and lazy, he didn't make any unnecessary movements, he was beautiful and neat.
"Yes?"
Chen Jin hooked her hand to hold the club and ordered in a mute voice, "Play it yourself and show me."
Wen Ying's hands and feet felt like they were filled with lead, and she was in a daze. Wen Tun slowly lowered her waist awkwardly.
"Legs apart."
He raised his eyelids to look at her, and said, "Put your hand on the table, fingers spread wide."
Wen Ying complied, and she once again suffered under his lustful eyes, like being steamed.
"Raise your butt."
Then he stopped talking, his thick long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were scrutinizing, leisurely watching how she was going to take action.
Suddenly without his guidance, Wen Ying just followed the awning boat teetering in the wind and rain, looking at the colorful balls with hazy eyes, feeling as uncomfortable as ants gnawing at her heart.
Then, she heard Chen Jin chuckle softly.
Grinning.
When his nails dug into his palms angrily, his body pressed up from behind, using her arms to control the club, wrapping her whole body in his arms.
Aiming at the cue ball, there was a click, a hole-in-one.
"Why come back?"
