The moment Jiang Mengzhen was pressed under Hao Cheng, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to prepare to fight back.

But he couldn't move at all, and his hands that were moving before were forced to clasp together, and they were firmly pressed by Hao Cheng with one hand.

Sensing his struggle, Hao Cheng clenched his two hands tighter, and his body fit more closely with the man under him, and even scolded him impatiently: "Don't move!"

The weather is not hot, in fact, it is still a little cold, but because he is sick and bedridden, he is now only wearing obscene clothes, Hao Cheng is either walking outside, or staying in the kitchen, and his clothes are also very thin.

The two of them were close together, separated by only two thin layers of clothing, and he could even feel the softness of the woman against his chest.

Obviously, the smell on the other party's body was fresh and good, but such an insecure posture caused Jiang Mengzhen to have bad memories, and his nerves were tense, as if the string in his heart would break at any time.

Jiang Mengzhen struggled subconsciously, but the woman's body was firmly pressed against his body, and as soon as he moved, the other party got closer, so that he could even hear the other party's heartbeat and feel her temperature and the ups and downs of her body.

Because of the out-of-control scene, a storm quickly brewed in Jiang Mengzhen's eyes, but this scholar was obviously a very thin body, but his strength was unexpectedly great. But because of the bouts of abdominal pain, he was so weak that he had no resistance at all.

He has always relied on his brain to deal with people, and at this moment he hated himself for not learning the martial arts of self-defense, so that in the face of the disparity in force, his plans and calculations became a blank for a while.

Jiang Mengzhen has never realized the difference between men and women so clearly, even if he is not weak, he can't break free from the woman on his body.

His mind was running at high speed, trying to force the woman on his body back with words before Hao Cheng could attack.

But he was a little horrified to find that Hao Cheng was not as easy to control fame and fortune as he thought, and the other party didn't care so much.

In the past, when he married Wei Yanan, who was more powerful, he had never had such a bad feeling.

Wei Yanan humiliated him, so she died a few years ago under his push, and now the grave grass is three feet high.

The old lady Wei who tried to suppress him and torture him with filial piety is now just a person who has been held high and has no real power.

He wasn't even afraid of them, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of Hao Cheng. There are some threats, he can certainly say them, and he will definitely be able to get out of the way. But once those words were said, he walked out of here, and Hao Cheng and he completely tore their faces.

Reason told him what he ought to do, but another strange feeling refused to let him say it.

Jiang Mengzhen seemed to accept his fate, and he didn't struggle anymore, his body softened under Hao Cheng, but his long eyelashes hung down, hiding the treachery in his eyes.

But Hao Cheng didn't do anything excessive to him as he imagined, just saw that he was settled, and got up from him.

In addition to the inevitable touch, the other party even deliberately avoided the key parts, as if he had become the previous scholar again, very gentle and polite.

It's just that her hand is still pressing Jiang Mengzhen's hand, obviously worried that as soon as she lets go, the man starts to get nervous again. When she sat down in the chair beside the bed, she hurriedly let go of the other's hand.

Her movements were as fast as if she were just a genius, and what she held in her hand was not a warm fragrant nephrite with a great touch, but an ugly and venomous snake and scorpion.

She exhaled and inhaled repeatedly, and used deep breaths to calm her mind, but her tone was obviously not as gentle as before: "I don't mean to offend, and please don't take it to heart." ”

Jiang Mengzhen straightened up: "You said that you didn't mean it, but you did offend me, just an unintentional sentence, and you want to gently expose it, isn't it too easy?"

Hao Cheng didn't laugh angrily: "Then what does Meng Gongzi want?"

She specially bit the word Meng very hard, intending to sarcastically sarcastically Jiang Mengzhen was afraid that her real name was useless, and she had no sincerity in treating her.

Don't blame her for being angry, she thinks that she has no grievances with the other party in the past and no enmity in the near future, and if she says it higher, she can also be called a life-saving grace for this person.

As a result, the other party didn't know how to repay the favor, and they forced each other step by step, and even ruined their reputation.

She paused, and almost gritted her teeth and continued: "I don't know where I provoked you, what is there about me that is worth your painstaking efforts, even if Childe says it, I will change it all, you ......"

She still had a lot of complaints to say, but in the middle of speaking, her voice stopped abruptly, because she had said so many words, and the other party actually cried.

It's not the kind of pear blossom crying with rain, or the tears are falling down silently, Jiang Mengzhen seems to be deliberately suppressing his crying, but it is this sense of contrast that makes people feel even more thrilling.

And because of his struggle, she found that Jiang Mengzhen's clothes were torn apart, revealing a delicate collarbone and a white chest.

The profane clothes were crumpled, as if he had just been ravaged, and then wept in front of the beasts that had ravaged him.

If someone suddenly broke in, her reputation would have been ruined. Seeing Jiang Mengzhen's tears falling down, Hao Cheng felt that his arrogance suddenly withered.

The exposed porcelain white skin was really spicy, she hurriedly leaned over, quickly gathered the other party's clothes, and then fell back into the chair, and said weakly: "Speak well, you don't have to cry anymore." Tell me, what is there in me that you are plotting for? Can't I give it to you? ”

Obviously, she was the one who was entangled, and she left her hometown for him, and she didn't want the house. Although, the house is not worth a few dollars, no matter how you look at it, she is the one who should cry. He was crying, but she didn't cry.

"I don't have the surname Meng." Jiang Mengzhen did not answer her topic directly, but said something that sounded irrelevant.

Hao Cheng remained silent, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Jiang Mengzhen stopped her tears, looked up at her, and said in a hoarse voice: "But I don't lie to you, my surname is Jiang, my name is Meng Zhen, Zi Chuan Meng, sincere truth."

Hao Cheng is full of black lines, and taking a fake name like this is inevitably too distracting. And she called him the full name of the fake name, which was not the same as calling him Meng Zhen affectionately.

"Then Jiang Mengzhen, Jiang Gongzi, is there anything about Hao that is worth your painstaking efforts."

Let's talk about money, her entire worth is not worth Jiang Mengzhen's gold leaf, she can bring so much money with her wherever she travels, and Jiang Mengzhen's skin, even the kind of clothes made of softer fabrics, can wear through his delicate skin lightly.

Thinking about it, the other party must be a daughter raised by a rich family, and it is definitely impossible to get her wealth.

Jiang Meng really looked at her fixedly: "You just said that you can give me whatever I want, is that so?"

It was true that she said something similar, but when the other party asked, Hao Cheng immediately became vigilant: "You can't ask for all my family property, and you can't hurt your body."

Forgive her for opening her mind for a while, in some bloody martial arts, some people plot against other people's arms and legs, or even eyes, or a face.

Jiang Mengzhen got up from the bed and came over, Hao Cheng knew very well that his force value was not high, and if he wanted to fight, he would definitely not be able to defeat himself.

But Rao was like this, she still subconsciously grabbed the handle of the chair, and even held her breath nervously.

Jiang Mengzhen and her got closer and closer, and she could even see a small her reflected clearly in the other party's pupils.

Hao Cheng's hand changed from holding the handle to a fist, and if Jiang Mengzhen had a move that threatened her, she would immediately restrain the person in turn.

But Jiang Mengzhen's actions were still unexpected by her, he put his finger on her lips and said word by word: "I want you, are you willing to give it?"

She was the only one in his eyes, and the sparkles in his eyes were like shredded starlight.

The man's voice was hoarse, like a fine wine, which made people slightly drunk. The chair clattered to the ground, and Hao Cheng slammed the door shut, fleeing.