Good, good, very good, finally will call his name, it seems that this woman is going to be scared.

Wen Wan looked up violently, and sure enough, she saw her master with his hands on his chest, looking down at her, a standard lazy posture, an evil smile full of electricity, a home clothes, a white shirt and black cotton pants, which are very different from the shirts and trousers on weekdays, and the flower butterflies that take off the formal clothes are more handsome, how can a man be so handsome, the gentle and lustful nature always makes her forget her dangerous situation at the first time she meets a handsome guy, and sure enough, in the next moment, Wen Wan remembered that she had only been kissed by this dangerous person today.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, to be honest, have you done anything wrong, you're afraid of ghosts in the middle of the night!"

What Wen Wan wants to say is that what she did was obviously a flower butterfly that harmed women, and she couldn't catch him and fell deeper and deeper on the road of appreciating beauty, no, she couldn't fall like this, she was forcibly kissed, and if she didn't resist, maybe she would be forced to do it next.

In the middle of the ring, Wen Wan finally found out that something was wrong, a man appeared in the house in the middle of the night, she was really forced, and she couldn't tell her, and now she began to despise her own mind to appreciate the beauty of the mood, and looked up with a straight face: "Why did you appear in my house?" ”

"Your home?" Leng Shumo smiled evilly and said coldly, "It seems that what you were drawn today is not blood, but brains, don't you even know your own home?" ”

What has this woman used to live until now, and when she encounters this situation, she generally asks, why am I here?

It seems that this woman has not fully woken up, or does it mean that this blood will affect the brain, Leng Shumo frowned and looked at her.

After she said this, Wen Wan realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this room, no, not that there was something wrong with this room, but that there was nothing wrong with it.

The pure white bedroom, spotless, the decoration of the room is extremely simple, and it can be seen that it is extremely luxurious, even the fabric of the curtains is so expensive that it can eat her year's salary and may not be able to get the price, which can be judged by her experience in collecting all kinds of fabrics after only a few days on the job, and then look down and see the bed she is sitting on, wide enough to accommodate five people, pure white sheets, sitting on the feeling soft, needless to say that it is a high-end goods, and then look down, see that she is wearing a silk pajamas, light purple, Tian Silkworm Silk, she is a clothing designer, this fabric, at least tens of thousands of yuan, is not something that ordinary women can afford to wear, whose clothes did his master take for her?

I couldn't help but say it when I thought about it, looked up at Leng Shumo and said, "Master, whose clothes am I wearing?" ”

Leng Shumo really wanted to slap her, is this woman full of paste in her head, in this case, eleven out of ten women will ask, who helped her change her clothes, not who this dress is!

"You don't care where this is? Who helped you change your clothes? Leng Shumo asked coldly, with a cold glow in his eyes, as if he would be executed if he didn't answer well.

"Since it's not my house, and you appear here again, it must be your house!" She is not stupid, looking at such a poor and luxurious decoration, she knows that it is the style of Leng Shumo, although his master is not as rich as the president in those romance novels, but the title of the genius designer is enough to earn enough yuan to live a quality life, "As for who changed the clothes, like me, the shriveled green bean figure, whoever changes who suffers, and there is nothing to look at, what to worry about!" ”

Mu Mu debuted 30,000 words on the 23rd, and voted for the recommendation!