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Lan Yifeng watched Huo Qingcang dial a string of numbers in horror, and his heart beat uneasily, it's over, it's over, it's really over this time......

However, after the phone was connected, Huo Qingcang asked to talk to Wang Zhigui, but he didn't know what the other party said, he frowned slightly, said "There is news to notify me", and then hung up the phone.

"How?" Lan Yifeng could see from his reflection just now that what he wanted to do could not be done.

Huo Qingcang shrugged indifferently and said idly: "That person is still in the intensive care unit and hasn't woken up." ”

Lan Yifeng opened his mouth wide in shock, Wang Zhigui was beaten like this by him?

"Do you want him to wake up, or do you want him not to wake up?" Huo Qingcang's slender fingers lifted her chin, and his deep eyes stared at her.

"I'm ......," she paused, the eagles and demons in her mind struggling fiercely.

Without waiting for her to answer, he put her down and got up and got out of bed.

"You can rest here."

He coldly dropped the sentence, made a phone call, asked for clean clothes to be delivered, and then went into the bathroom.

After a while, the doorbell came to the room through the living room, Lan Yifeng sat on the big bed with the quilt in his arms, and waited, but the noise in the bathroom had not stopped.

And the doorbell didn't stop.

She had no choice but to wrap her cup, go barefoot to the bathroom door, and knock on the door: "Hey, the doorbell is ringing, I should have brought you clothes-"

The door opened, and a man was standing in the doorway, dripping with water.

He didn't have an inch, his hair was wet and drooping, and there were a few red nail marks on his body, and he looked like he was emotional.

"Uh, the doorbell is ringing." Lan Yifeng retracted his gaze, only to feel that his face was hot. Although she has been "honest with each other" with him more than once, she is still easily tempted by his beauty, and she can't help but be nervous, and she is hot because of him.

"Hmm." He replied coldly, took the bath towel on the shelf, and simply wrapped it around his waist. He stretched out his hand and wrapped up the bath towel, which was obviously a simple action, but it looked more elegant and beautiful than others.

He wrapped his towel around him and walked towards the door, her eyes followed his direction, and what caught her eye was the slender back, which was also covered with ambiguous finger marks.

Because he is a little thin, his back does not look so wide and strong, but it can also give people a sense of security.

Yes, a bloody, violent and cold-hearted man like him, once he falls in love with someone, he must easily let that woman go crazy for him.

Even if the object of his love is not her, she is about to go crazy for him.

Soon, the departing man walked in with two coat bags, one of which was placed next to the bed, and he motioned to her with his eyes: "Yours." ”

He took out the clothes in another bag and began to change them in front of her.

Can you imagine how beautiful and delicious it is to have an incomparably handsome man, changing his clothes elegantly and buttoning his white shirt.

Huo Qingcang put on his pants, put on his shirt, and then fastened two buttons, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a stunned woman, and beckoned to her.

Lan Yifeng came back to his senses and didn't come over. She still remembered that he was angry and beat her before, and it was better to be careful with such a moody man.

"Come here." He was impatient, and directly ordered in a cold voice.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Button me up."

Yes? When Lan Yifeng heard him say this, he was secretly taken aback, "You can't tie it yourself, don't you?" ”

"You're going to be my wife soon, isn't it your duty to serve your husband?" When he saw that she was still standing there, his cold voice couldn't help but rise: "What are you doing standing stupidly." ”

Don't set the grumpy man on fire! Thinking about it, Lan Yifeng pursed his lips and walked over with small steps.

She was still wrapped in the quilt, and her hands were hidden in the quilt, so she couldn't help him get it. She was thinking about changing into a dressing gown, but the quilt on her body was torn off by him and thrown aside.

A chill hit her, and she couldn't help but shiver. As if he hadn't seen it, the man commanded again, "Hurry up." ”

She had never served him like this, in broad daylight.

But she was helpless.

The little hands slowly fell on the buttons of his shirt, trembling a little, and buttoned them one by one.

He was half a head taller than her, his hot breath blowing above her. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and whenever he got up, he would be very close to her. She held her breath, barely restraining her nervousness.

In the quiet room, there is no sound, but the atmosphere is extremely ambiguous.

Finally, the buttons were buttoned. She was about to let go of her hand, but she heard his cold command sound above her head: "The shirt should be tucked in the pants." ”

The white fingers paused slightly, and she hesitated, but the fingers finally reached for his belt.

He knew he was going to tuck his shirt, so why did he button the belt? She was full of dissatisfaction, and it took a long time to untie the belt, and then stuffed the hem of the white shirt into her pants little by little.

The front was done, but the back was still almost, Lan Yifeng reflexively approached him, wrapped his hands around his waist, hugged him, and tucked the hem of the back of his clothes into it.

Only then did she realize how close she was to him, almost close to him.

She was embarrassed and was about to retract her hand, when her waist was suddenly pushed down by something hard, she instinctively lowered her head, and saw that something in his pants was raised high.

What that thing was, how could she not know.

She couldn't help but take a step back, but didn't push it away, because his big palm landed on her round little PP, and she was not allowed to push back.

The big palm pinched her restlessly, the man smiled evilly, and said slowly: "It's very interesting to use the wind to compare you." ”

Lan Yifeng's eyes flashed slightly, and in the next second, she raised her smiling face, and her hands were also on his chest.

She chuckled, laughed like a restaurant girl, and said defiantly, "Yes, then do you think you succeeded?" ”

"You think I'm a failure...... Huo Qingcang lowered his head, and his thin lips were pressed to her ear: "But I think I've succeeded." Otherwise, you won't get wet here. ”

There was an abnormal touch under him, Lan Yifeng hid the horror in his eyes, when did his evil fingers run there!

There's no next chapter, so let's take a look at something else

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