Chapter 7: The Night of Dry Firewood

"Stop—"

Looking at Jiang Huai's straightforward and ruthless movements, Lin Jia's heart became flustered, she raised her hand to grab him, but he grabbed her wrists behind her and was forced to bear his weight.

"Didn't you come to me for this?"

The man's natural advantage made Jiang Huai Yi single to control the people under him, he buried his head in her face and neck, his breathing became slightly short, and his hoarse voice was even more indescribably emotional: "I will fulfill you." ”

After his words fell, he began to be ruthless, Lin Jia was afraid that he would not dare to make much movement in the wild at first, but he repeatedly grinded and plundered as if he was deliberate, until her broken voice slowly overflowed the corners of his mouth, and he vented as if he was finally satisfied.

Lin Jia endured wave after wave of rushes, gritted his teeth and spoke: "Jiang Huaiyi, you bastard! You can see clearly that I am not your fiancée, and if you want to vent your beastly desires, you go to her!"

The man on the body pinched her chin, and the action was even worse, and sneered: "If it's cool, enjoy it! I will naturally feed my fiancée!"

"What the—"

The angry curse had not yet been fully shouted, Jiang Huai also seemed to have seen her intentions, and the movements under her body were fierce and slammed to the end, Lin Jia suddenly lost his voice, biting his lower lip and almost trembling all over his body, subconsciously hugging his neck.

Jiang Huai also stared at the person below him with a tide of desire, and he couldn't see whether it was hatred or desire in his scarlet pupils, and gritted his teeth:

"Do you know how much I want to kill you—"

After his words fell, he began to be ruthless, Lin Jia didn't dare to make much movement in the wild, but he repeatedly grinded and plundered as if he was deliberate, until her broken voice slowly overflowed the corners of her mouth, and she vented as if she was finally satisfied.

When all the storm calmed down, she felt that her throat was already hoarse, and she was already sleepy, but she was awakened by the cold words of the man next to her:

"I'll transfer the money to the card I just had. ”

Lin Jia was stunned for a moment, and blurted out the sentence "what money" without thinking about it, but he didn't even have time to regret it, so he saw Jiang Huai also looking at himself with mockery: "Your hard-earned money." ”

!

I really treat her as a little, sister!

Lin Jia bit his lower lip stubbornly, resisted the urge to slap him over, and paused for a moment The corners of his mouth hooked up a charming smile: "Then thank you Mr. Jiang." ”

In the next second, Jiang Huaiyi's face was completely pale.

When she returned to Fenglin Villa, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Huaiyi's slut drove her out of the car in the suburbs of Da Yuan, and walked away before she could stand firmly, so that she could only walk back, and her whole body was very sore.

Standing at the door of the villa, before he reached the main entrance, Lin Jia heard An Wenqi's crying in the living room, faintly carrying her name, and of course, some vulgar and ugly words: "...... Lin Jia, this little slut, she couldn't get along with me three years ago, and she is still the same three years later......"

"My cousin is really enthusiastic enough, I heard you call my name from afar, I really can't see that you think of me so much. ”

Lin Jia didn't pause at the door, walked in directly with his hands on his chest, and the sudden sound made the unprepared three people in the living room stunned, and then heard An Wenqi's more sharp voice: "You shameless bitch, you dare to come back!"

An Wenqi said as she got up and rushed towards Linga, looking vicious like a lioness competing for a mate.

"This is my house, why don't I dare come back?"

Lin Jia didn't even look at An Wenqi, pouted and slowly walked to Lin Mingxin and stood still, blinking: "You said yes, aunt?"

Lin Mingxin sat on the sofa with her legs folded, the corners of her mouth hooked up an elegant arc the moment Lin Jia entered the door, and chuckled: "Of course Auntie's home is your home." ”

"Oh?"

Lin Jia heard that there was something in the words, and wanted to say something more, but before he could speak, he was pulled away by An Wenqi behind him, and his voice was sharp: "Don't pretend to be innocent to me, you say, what are you doing with Huaiyi?"

"On the big night, a man and a woman are making firewood—"

Lin Jia didn't pause at all, turned his head without the slightest timidity to meet An Wenqi's gaze, his right hand seemed to unintentionally put on the clear traces of his neck, and the voice of tilting his head and laughing was particularly seductive:

"What else can we do, you say?"