His kiss was deep, deep, and urgent. The touch between the teeth, with a lingering breath, the man wantonly allowed her sweetness, as if to drain all the air in her lungs.

Wen Liangcai frowned as if he had just woken up from a dream, and used all his strength to push him away.

Without saying a word, he opened the bathroom door and escaped.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ye's assistant Bo Rong was standing at the door of the bedroom with the police.

Bo Rong gasped and quickly closed his eyes.

Wen Liang didn't have time to look down at her embarrassed appearance, and a huge sheet suddenly covered her from head to toe behind her.

Then there was a whirlwind, Qi Ye directly picked up the woman horizontally, and then threw her into the bathroom.

As soon as Wen Liang tore open the sheets covering her, a new set of skirts was thrown on the marble platform in front of her.

"Put it on!" the man's eyes were cold and arrogant, and his voice was indifferent and unwavering, without a trace of ups and downs.

After saying this, Qi Ye turned around and walked out.

Wen Liang looked down at the skirt he had just taken off, which was already wet. On the other hand, looking at the skirt that Qi Ye had just thrown in, Wen Liang glanced at it, and it happened to be her model. She had to put it on first.

By the time Wen Liang changed his clothes and went out again, only Bo Rong and the policeman were left in the bedroom.

The police routinely asked Wen Liang a few questions, and Wen Liang cooperated with 1510 to make a record, and then Bo Rong turned around and sent the police away.

It was cool for a moment, and he took his wet clothes and turned around and walked out of the villa, as if he didn't want to stay in this place for another second.

As soon as she reached the door of the villa, a pure black Porsche suddenly stopped in front of her.

In the car, Qi Ye was sitting quietly in the back seat, with some narrow eyes under his thick eyebrows. The bridge of his nose was as straight as a knife.

At this moment, the man's thin lips were gently pursed, revealing a smell of alienation and nobility.

"Get in the car. The man's deep voice rang out inside the car.

Wen Liang just paused, then opened the car door and got into the car.

She limped like this, it should be dark when she walked home, and at this time she was arrogant and hypocritical, so she could only get along with herself. Cool and not stupid, he got in the car and reported the address of his work: "Schumiller Cafe." ”

Qi Ye really talked about it, and after Wen Liang finished recording her confession, he sent her to the door of the café.

Wen Liang got out of the car, looked at the Porsche that was walking away, and when his eyes were a little dark, the car suddenly reversed back. She quickly took two steps back from behind the car and avoided the car. A pair of beautiful eyes with stubbornness.

The window rolled down again, and she was about to turn away as if she hadn't seen anything, only to see the man throw a white plastic bag out of the window, then start the engine again and walk away.

She looked down and glanced at the white plastic bag, which contained a tube of ointment, as well as some anti-inflammatory drugs.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally it was a cannon that was lit, and she picked up the ointment and lifted it in the direction where the car left, but in the end she didn't smash it down, but turned around and flowed into the trash.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and he took the phone out of his pocket, Wen Liang glanced at the caller ID, and the string of familiar numbers made Wen Liang's entire delicate facial features wrinkled together in an instant......