Chapter 8 Be Patient

In the dark corner, the man's deep voice sounded slowly, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

She frantically pulled up the quilt that had slipped to the ground and wrapped herself up.

This voice, she is not unfamiliar, it is the man who pressed her under her in the picture at this time and kept attacking, Mu Zhijun!

Jian Yiyun quickly recounted what had happened before in her mind, but she couldn't remember what happened after she drank.

"What? I can't remember, do you want me to remind you?"

"How dare you drugged the wine!" she wrapped herself in the quilt, feeling the urge to rush down and slaughter the bastard.

But reason told her to endure.

This man, crazy.

"Drugged?"

Mu Zhijun sneered, "It's the wicked who will sue first, and he is worthy of being the leader in the lawyer industry, and the upper and lower mouths are as powerful." ”

Jane clenched her fists, her face flushed again with shame and indignation.

However, her worthless anger looked like a joke in Mu Zhijun's eyes.

He sneered, "snorted" and polished the box of matches in his hand, the jumping flames illuminated half of his face, and his cold facial features were angular, but at this time, it was divided into two by darkness and light, and the corners of his slightly raised lips were full of sarcasm.

Jian Yiyun looked at it, and inexplicably felt a coldness, her back seemed to be covered with ice, and her whole body involuntarily began to stiffen.

"Did Lawyer Jian know too little about me?"

Mu Zhijun suddenly stood up and walked towards her with a gloomy face.

The soft slippers stepped silently on the woolen carpet, but every step seemed to be stepping on Jian Yiyun's heart, stepping on her frightened, she instinctively wanted to escape, but before she could lift the quilt, the whole person had been dragged off the bed by him.

The slender and powerful hands were like cold machines, clasping her neck tightly, and her frightened face was reflected in those cold black eyes.

"Not all of them are you can mess with!"

Jian Yiyun kept struggling to get out of his confinement, her beautiful face flushed from holding her breath, and her small mouth was as wide as possible to absorb more oxygen.

She stared in horror at the man in front of her who had inexplicably robbed her of her innocence, and her well-defined face was disgusted except for fierceness.

Exactly, what happened?

Why did he do this to her!

"In my life, I hate it when people calculate me. "Especially with a face similar to hers, but with a filthy heart!

Mu Zhijun pressed against her face, and the tip of Ying's nose looked cold and gloomy.

The whole body was thrown heavily on the ground, Jian Yiyun didn't even have time to care about the pain on her body, she covered her neck and half-knelt on the ground, and took a big gulp of fresh air that she had not seen for a long time.

Mu Zhijun looked at her condescendingly, as if lying at his heels at this time was just a lowly ant.

By the time she came to her senses, the picture on the wall had changed her posture, with women on top of men and men on top of hers.

Jian Yiyun gritted her teeth and swallowed back the words she wanted to sue him for rape.

This kind of video, no matter who watches it, they won't think it's rape, not to mention that she also has a husband and a family that can't be divorced.

"Give it to me...... Please...... Give me ......" The female voice full of love and lust is a little unpleasant.