"I'll put this for you first, do you remember ......"

Before she could finish speaking, her arms were suddenly grasped, and a strong force forced her to turn, and in the next second, her whole body was pressed against the table.

The familiar smell swept in, the lips with the crisp taste covered her mouth, and the man's big hand penetrated through the placket of her clothes, and the cold touch made her feel excited, struggling to get up.

Ji Xunyang used more force to press her down.

"What, didn't you let me go home through the old man because I was lonely?"

It turned out that the old man let him come back, and Song Ruosheng's struggling movements suddenly stopped, and his heart was sour.

"Xunyang, don't!" she didn't want to do this, at least not now.

A sneer entered his ears: "What kind of trick are you playing in front of me, do you want to get away with it?"

"That's not the case, Xunyang, I'm ......" The clear breath approached again, and her words were blocked in her throat.

Song Ruosheng wanted to tell him that he had been diagnosed with lung cancer, but he didn't have a chance to speak at all, his tongue and lips were emotionless, and he invaded himself domineeringly and brutally.

......

Ji Xunyang sorted out his clothes and sat on the chair mountain, his expression indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

And she was still open, and her upper body was lying on the table.

The faint smell of tobacco came, Song Ruosheng's breath gradually stabilized, she got up from the table tiredly, and when she lowered her head slightly, she could see Yu Zi on her body.

The bits and pieces of clothes lay on the floor, and she couldn't wear them anymore, and this was the study, some distance from the master bedroom, and she stood there, looking around for something to hide.

"What?

The indifferent tone was accompanied by a thick mockery, and the breath that had just calmed down surged again, and Song Ruosheng hurriedly squatted on the ground and coughed violently.

The fishy sweet taste spread in her mouth, and she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, but the cough could not be stopped.

As if disgusted by her coughing, the man in the leather chair got up in disgust and threw a suit from the cabinet next to him.

Song Ruosheng blinked, hiding the panic and sadness in his eyes, and picked up the suit and wrapped his body.

"Get out!"

She still covered her mouth and raised her eyes to look at Ji Xunyang, but he had already re-entered the working state.

The voluminous suit, worn over her just to her thighs, shrunk back and walked towards the door.

"Stop!" Ji Xunyang shouted, got up and stood behind him: "Why is there blood on the ground?"

"I ......" Song Ruosheng's whole body began to stiffen, "I bit my tongue!"

Almost subconsciously, this excuse popped into her mind.

Time stood still for half a second, and the voice behind him sounded again: "Get out, don't stain the floor, and take your broken soup with you!"

The bowl of clear lily soup was back in her hand, and there were still a few goji berries floating in the bowl.

Song Ruosheng left the room with her soup and staggered.