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Huo Qingcang looked at Lan Yifeng seriously, and slowly asked, "Why, you don't look for anyone, you endure the discomfort, but you want to come to me?" Don't you have a lot of men? ”

When Lan Yifeng heard his first half of the sentence, he felt that his face was a little feverish, but as soon as his last sentence came out, it was like a basin of cold water poured down from her head and face, washing away all her embarrassment and shyness.

I thought that passion was true feelings. That's wrong. Between them, it started with a transaction, and it will always be.

That being the case, her answer is simple.

She raised her eyes, looked at him with the same seriousness, and replied in a slow tone: "As I said, I still have a work ethic. ”

"Ha......" Huo Qingcang laughed, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Okay, good you Lan Yifeng!" You really love your job too much and take your work too seriously and responsibly. Shouldn't I be grateful to you for having such a dedicated spirit! ”

As soon as he turned over, he pressed her under him again, "Since you like work so much, let's work overtime to earn more." ”

"I'm tired of work and don't want to work overtime." She raised her hand to push him, joking, her waist was sore even when she moved, and if she continued to do it, maybe her waist was really going to break.

"It's a pity, I'm the boss." As he spoke, he used his big palm to break her legs, and without mercy, he approached the enemy camp again and began to slash wildly.

Although there was still the wetness left before, she had really reached the limit, and this time, she didn't feel happy anyway, she just felt as if the skin was worn out, and the fire hurt from the fire.

She clenched her companion in pain, not groaning or pleading, this was her own infliction, and she would bear it herself.

Huo Qingcang looked at her expression while plundering violently, wondering if she had masochistic tendencies. Obviously, if you ask him and say something pleasing and good, you can get what you want, why do you want to anger him and let him torture her fiercely?

He didn't know that the last thing Lan Yifeng needed from beginning to end was the gentleness that he could drown people.

Her reaction was not great, and his interest could not be raised. I just did it hastily.

Once again, he sprinkled his precious seeds on the moist flower field, and then he slowly retreated, this retreat was even more torturous, like an injured scar, which was uncovered little by little, and hurt a little bit, instead of being torn off at once, and the pain was completely forgotten.

He finally withdrew, the cloudy white liquid stained with blood, leaving deep marks on the white sheets.

She was covered in the marks of his madness, cyan, red, purple...... His body was also covered in nail scratches.

This painful love passed, and only an extreme emptiness remained in the hearts of the two, as if nothing would fill the void.

In the awkward silence, Huo Qingcang stared at her back with her back to him, her curled body, revealing a thick resistance and alienation.

After a while, Huo Qingcang raised his foot in annoyance and kicked her to the ground: "Every time you finish it, don't you rush home to take care of the children!" Why don't you roll this time! ”

Although there was a thick wool carpet on the ground, it was still very painful to be suddenly kicked to the ground like this, and the body was hit.

She struggled to get up from the ground, her body was really painful, and she couldn't take a step for a while.

Huo Qingcang saw the wound on her shoulder again at a glance, the flesh and blood that had just grown were red and blood-red, and the marks of the stitches were also obvious, obvious and dazzling!

"What are you still standing?" He showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh, I haven't given you the money yet!" ”

He took out his wallet, took out the money inside, and slammed it on her face: "Take the money and get out of here!" Get lost! ”

"Thank you, Mr. Huo." Lan Yifeng blinked his sour eyes, and slammed on the sheets indiscriminately, not knowing how many red tickets he had caught, and he was about to leave.

A piece of clothing suddenly fell on top of her head, and she came back to her senses, only to find that she was defenseless.

Wrapping herself in a wide white bathrobe, she dared to say thank you in return, and it seemed that she had to leave.

The room was quiet again, and it was also lonely again.

The strong smell of love also rushed into his nostrils with every breath, stimulating his sense of smell. His face was already hard to see, and his brows couldn't be tighter.

His gaze moved slightly, and it fell on the marks on the bed, red blood marks, stabbing his eyes painfully.

He got out of bed, went to the bathroom and put on another bathrobe, and then came to the large French window, and looked at the hateful little woman, staggering along the wide road, and the sound of clattering footsteps seemed so abrupt and chaotic in the silent night, that he was so far away, he could hear it so clearly.

It's hard to imagine how she can go back when she's dressed like this.

He closed his eyes and leaned limply into the large rattan chair beside the bed.

Her business has nothing to do with him.

This sentence became a spell, and it was replayed in his mind over and over again in the short time in the second half of the night, until it was dawn.

He changed his clothes, washed up, and went downstairs.

The servants downstairs were already standing in a row in the hall waiting for him, Huo Xinmei and Zhao Yan may not have gotten up yet, and they did not appear in the hall.

He and Huo Xinmei have never picked up and dropped off the airport, she doesn't appear, and he is used to it.

The only thing he wasn't worried about was Zhao Yan.

Seeing him straighten up and walk outside, the servants said in unison, "I wish the young master a smooth journey." ”

The car that had been arranged long ago had already stopped in front of the villa, Huo Qingcang hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in.

"Go to the airport."

The business had already been settled, and it was time for him to go back to London.

"Young Master......"

"Say no more." He drank Liang Beixi on the side, closed his eyes tiredly, and finally explained: "Help me take care of Xinmei." In a few days, I will send someone to pick her up. ”

Perhaps, he is really a little old, but he has not slept all night, but he feels tired like never before.

This trip back to China is really tiring.

The lengthened Lincoln slowly drove out of the tall iron gate, then increased its horsepower and headed for the airport.

The dust was kicked up, forming a gray patch. Lan Yifeng held on to the tree, stood up from the grass on the side, and looked at the car in the distance with a blank mind.

At this time, she didn't know what earth-shaking changes he would bring to each other's lives when he left and returned.

That's all for today. Tomorrow is the May Day holiday, Xigma doesn't go out, and will honestly write an article at home for everyone to read. The previous chapters that were less updated will also be added at the opportunity. If you like this article, you must support it a lot, and it would be better if you left a message. I love you guys the most, dear. ＊＊＊

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