Han Mei spent the whole day in a coma, and someone helped her in the haze and fed her the fragrant hot soup little by little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Mei suddenly felt that she had regained her strength, and slowly raised her eyes, but saw Feng Xiaopeng sitting next to her, still holding a thin porcelain bowl in his hand, and the remaining half bowl of chicken soup in the bowl was still steaming.

She struggled to get up from the bed, but she was dizzy, and she didn't know if she was weak after being hungry and thirsty for too long, or because she felt that she was decadent because of despair.

However, Han Mei saw that her previous dirty clothes had been changed and bathed, and her hair still smelled of essence, but after she sat up from the bed, she suddenly found that she was so dazed that she didn't know what to do.

"Awake?" Feng Xiaopeng looked at the woman in front of him, although he was cleaned up by himself and saved from the line of death, but the whole person seemed to have been sucked away by something, and he didn't have any energy.

His heart sank slightly, and he raised his hand to grab Han Mei's arm, but he took her into his arms all of a sudden, and held her tightly.

Han Mei was unprepared for Feng Xiaopeng's sudden nervousness, and the whole person crashed into Feng Xiaopeng's arms. Feng Dashao was wearing a silk shirt at this time, the neckline was always open, revealing a strong chest, but it hurt Han Mei's nose, and tears instantly smeared out.

Feng Xiaopeng couldn't see Wang Anna's lifeless appearance, so he grabbed her chin and lifted her up, but he faced himself roughly.

"Huh! Ye spent seven docks to buy back a woman who was bent on death? ”

The corners of Han Mei's lips curled slightly and couldn't help but smile bitterly, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth, as if everything was so ridiculous and ridiculous.

Feng Xiaopeng was even more sullen when he saw Wang Anna like this, and suddenly lowered his head and bit her bloodless lip: "Smile at the master, and serve the master well for a while!" Don't pretend to be Sister Lin, you, Wang Anna, are not that person! ”

Han Mei was slightly stunned, and then the wry smile on the corner of her lips became a little deeper.

She is now an object that Feng Xiaopeng bought, even if she humiliates her and tortures her, what can she do? Is there room for her to resist? Does she have it? No!

Feng Xiaopeng looked at Wang Anna's appearance and became more and more angry, what is this woman's attitude? He's spent seven docks! It's better to find a woman in Paramount, a few hundred oceans can be exchanged for a gentle and tactful smile, what is it now?

But the more she wanted to forget about this person, the more she broke into his heart with such a vivid attitude, which made him want to stop!

"Damn, you're on a par with the master!" Feng Xiaopeng scolded in a low voice, turned over and pressed Han Mei under him, and raised his hand to tear open the pink cheongsam embroidered with lily patterns that Han Mei was wearing, revealing Han Mei's delicate collarbone.

Feng Dashao plays with women a lot, each woman has different characteristics, and he likes Wang Anna's collarbone the most, which always makes him feel very excited.

Feng Xiaopeng lowered his head and kissed it, he had to admit that this woman's taste was really good, which made him have the urge to indulge and couldn't extricate himself.

Feng Xiaopeng was ruthless, kissing all the way down Han Mei's delicate collarbone, but stopped at the two softness.

He jerked his eyes up at the beautiful woman lying beneath him, a little distracted. At this time, Wang Anna didn't seem to have any anger, just a gorgeous corpse that was obedient.

Feng Xiaopeng suddenly became depressed, pinched Han Mei's neck, leaned into her ear and gritted his teeth: "Woman, don't be embarrassed!" Who is this stinky face for? How? Can't you dislike it? ”

Han Mei closed her eyes, feeling out of sight and out of mind, isn't she just playing with a man? She doesn't even have a soul, what do she need her body for?

Feng Xiaopeng was really angry with Han Mei, and suddenly pinched Han Mei's neck and tightened his hand slightly, but looking at the despair on this woman's face, he suddenly let go again.

"Anna Wang, do you think that with such a contemptuous expression, I will let you go? Since Lao Tzu spent a lot of money to buy you, you have to have enough fun! ”

Feng Xiaopeng was really angry with Han Mei, and suddenly tore the cheongsam on Han Mei's body, and the woman in front of her had to say that she was really in good shape. The place where it should be thin is thin, and the place where it should be delicate makes him look more and more bloody.

He leaned over and kissed the delicate body in front of him all the way, imprinting his own mark, but his heart became more and more sad.

All the way, he was there performing hard alone, and the people under him almost looked like they were really dead.

Feng Xiaopeng felt more and more bored, but the man's usual self-esteem forced the fire in his heart out.

He ripped off the silk shirt on his body, leaned over and wrapped Han Mi's two long legs around his waist, and was about to kiss it when he suddenly jumped up from Han Mi's body, grabbed Han Mi's arm, lifted it up, looked at her desperate and poignant face, and roared out.

"Can you cooperate with me? Yes? Can you cooperate with that? Even if you, a damn woman, don't love me, don't like me, and don't want to do anything with me, can you not be like this? I look upset! Are you worthy of the money of the seven docks of the lord? Where are your qualities as a Paramount dancer? Do you laugh at it? Feng Xiaopeng yelled out!

Han Mei looked at the man in front of her who was almost so angry that her facial features were distorted, and she felt that she was also quite sorry. After all, it was this unobtrusive playboy who dragged himself back from the line of life and death.

That's right, people are so good that they spend money to buy themselves, and they have to have a little professionalism.

A smile appeared on Han Mei's face, the signature smile unique to Paramount dancers, smiling brightly but full of calculation.

Feng Xiaopeng looked at the smiling woman in front of him, his heart ached, and he slammed Han Mei on the bed, but turned around and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

Han Mei suddenly felt really funny, just like her own life, and couldn't help laughing.

"Shut up!" Feng Xiaopeng, who walked to the door, was furious, but he still resisted the urge to tear the woman apart, slammed open the door and strode out.

This is Feng Dashao's mansion in the British Concession, a white three-story villa, with an exquisite small garden in front of the courtyard. The fragrance of roses blended in, and the taste was a little strong, just like Feng Dashao's emotional line.

Feng Shao rarely goes back to live in his small mansion, and the principle he has always followed is to get drunk and lie on the knees of beautiful women, and where there are women, there is a home.

He often spent the night with women, and as a result, his small, expensive mansion was barely occupied, let alone women.

But today is different, he Feng Dashao brought a woman back for the first time, and he actually made himself half angry.

Feng Xiaopeng went downstairs shirtless, and Ah San on the side knew that he hadn't slept well with that woman when he saw his young master's aggrieved look, which was also strange. My young master has always been a strong plunderer of women, why did he suddenly become polite to this Miss Wang?