Chapter Twenty-Three: Don't You Know What I Want to Do?
There is no deep hatred between them, and there is no exchange of interests, just because of his ambition, he needs the entire Chi clan at the expense.
Really...... It's hard to put into words.
The man stared at her secretly, his gaze as if it was about to burn her through, "Don't you know what I think?"
When she chased him, he had already said that he was not a good person, and it was she who gave him a chance, a chance to turn over.
In fact, without her, the result would have been the same, except that her appearance accelerated the process.
He spit out the circles in his eyes unhurriedly, stared at the light on his fingertips and smiled, "Wanwan, I don't want to mess with you now, you have to let me expose the dark side that you don't like, what's the point." ”
"I just want you to come back to me, and if you don't want me, I'll have to choose the way you don't like. ”
His tone was helpless, but it seemed unavoidable, Chi Duwan's hand at his side clenched slightly, and the original flirtatious and charming smile on his face became brighter, "This is how Mr. Lu finally dealt with me?"
The smile on her face grew more unbridled, "You know, I don't mind if necessary. ”
Either marry into the An family without hesitation, or blame all the faults on yourself, and then become Lu Xi'an's underground lover, which is a trick to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.
"Don't think about it," the man seemed to see through her thoughts, and sneered lowly, "With your reputation, Old Man An will not let you enter the door, and they still have to face the An family." ”
There was a disdainful contempt in his eyebrows, and Chi Duwan felt that his temper was about to collapse after all these years.
Yes, even if she really wants to marry An Yanchen, Old Man An can't pass that hurdle, after all, in Nanyang's high society, her reputation has long been unable to be whitewashed.
A socialite is a socialite, and no matter how much she can't pull it up.
A woman with a bad reputation, trying to change her life with marriage is the most unrealistic idea.
"So what?" she smiled a little meaninglessly, "Is Mr. Lu going to cut off my company, or is he going to put me in prison and suffer some hardship?"
The smile in the corner of her eyebrows was tinged with a hint of mockery, and she suddenly stood up.
The long skirt showed her fair and slender thighs because of the action of getting up, and she sat on his lap without hesitation, and climbed up to his neck with her broken arms, and brought her face close to him, "Why don't we go straight to it, without your hard work and means." ”
Lu Xi'an's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and the soot fluttered and fell on the smoky gray carpet.
She was not timid, her white and slender knuckles slid down his shoulders to his palms, pinched his smoke and pressed it close to her lips, spraying a thin smoke coefficient on his handsome face, and then directly sent her red lips up.
Basically, no one can resist the deliberate seduction of Pool Twilight.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room continued to rise, and the tip of the woman's tongue did not shy away from probing in, not like teasing, but more like free and easy.
Lu Xi'an's snort was occupied by the smell of cigarettes and women, and he kissed her back on the waist.
A moment of confusion.
The man's warm palm slowly moved up her waistline, and when it fell on her back, it was obvious that her body trembled slightly.
"Don't want to?" he staggered his breath as he looked at her.
Chi Duwan pursed her lips slightly, raised her chin and smiled, "No, I just thought that I didn't have precautions here, I don't know if Mr. Lu brought it?"
"You think I'm going to go out with that?"
“……”