At night, Chu Qiao dragged his steps and walked towards Meng Yanchen's villa step by step.

The English villa has an elegant European style, and the simple design shows the nobility and elegance everywhere. The villa was shining with orange light, which made Chu Qiao feel a little warm in his heart when he looked at it.

Even though it was warm, Chu Qiao knew very well in her heart that this was not her home, and one day, she was going to leave here!

Standing in front of the camera, facing the walkie-talkie, Chu Qiao whispered: "Sister Wan, open the door ......"

With a "Peng", the iron door opened.

Chu Qiao subconsciously shrank his left hand into his long sleeves. The back of her hand was burned and swollen, and the pain was much lighter now than it had been in the morning. However, there was still a faint burning sensation on the back of the hand.

Chu Qiao walked into the hall, and Sister Wan greeted her: "Miss Chu, have you used dinner? Do you want me to prepare one for you!" Chu Qiao is not the first woman Meng Yanchen brought back to live, and Sister Wan also knows that the young master has been entangled by many women in the past few years. And she is the old maid of the Meng family, she grew up watching Meng Yanchen, and she also understands the blow that incident hit Meng Yanchen, so when he relied on this way to numb himself, she didn't say anything.

Chu Qiao didn't eat dinner, but she didn't have much appetite and didn't want to eat. She shook her head and smiled at Sister Wan: "Sister Wan, you don't have to be so polite! You don't need to call me Miss Chu, I'm not a miss! You can call me Chu Qiao, it's fine!"

Sister Wan was stunned, this was fresh, she had never heard other women come to the house to say it. Even if it is Miss Xu, it has never been. Sister Wan nodded: "Well, Chu Qiao, after the young master asked you to come back, go to the study to find him!"

Chu Qiao's body subconsciously shrank back, she didn't want to go, she didn't want to face him again.

However, she obediently walked up the stairs and went to the study on the second floor.

knocked on the door and entered the study, Chu Qiao saw Meng Yanchen reading a book, his expression was cold, and he sat quietly at the desk like a cold sculpture. When his eyes swept over his body, a pair of phoenix eyes secretly rippled.

"You, you...... What's the matter with me?" Chu Qiao lowered his head and looked at the cotton slippers on his feet.

A trace of anger flashed in Meng Yanchen's eyes. Did she just not want to see him? Did she hate him so much? What is she doing? She still can't figure out what's going on? She bought it herself, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to say anything to her!

"Come here—" Meng Yanchen's figure didn't move, but he ordered coldly.

Chu Qiao slowly paced over, his eyes were full of uneasiness and panic, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The distance from him was very close, and Meng Yanchen's big hand was wrapped hard, and Chu Qiao's petite and slender body fell into his warm arms. Then his lips were gagged with hers, no tenderness, no pity, just punishment, just wanting her to face him.

Chu Qiao closed his eyes, but his heart ached.

She is just an ordinary woman, she will have feelings, she will love, she will be reluctant, she will be distressed, and she will be greedy for more and more...... All he wants is his own body.

And what about her heart? Didn't he ever need it?

In this game of love hunting, whoever falls in love first will be the loser.

From the beginning, she knew that it was just a game, but in the process of playing, her heart became serious. His sometimes domineering, sometimes gentle, sometimes naïve, let her slowly fall into it......

His lips were torn by him, and he lingered on his lips, his big hands running through the clothes without hesitation, rubbing the heaving of her chest.

She didn't resist, she didn't speak, she just endured it all in silence!

Meng Yanchen saw that she didn't move, like a lifeless porcelain doll, looking at herself lightly. As soon as his heart tightened, the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase, his eyes were like a cheetah staring at the prey in his arms, and wherever his big hand went, it brought Chu Qiao a tingling feeling like an electric current.

Chu Qiao only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a big furnace inside, and the fire was burning very strongly. Her hand still followed her own heart and wrapped her arms around his waist.

In the study, under the orange light, Chu Qiao endured his night of love.

Half heaven, half hell, but she knew that if she went on like this, she could only go to hell......