Chapter 03 Am I the Protagonist of Nude Photos?

At the last second when her sanity collapsed, she was still clenching her clothes, looking at a stopped Lamborghini with her blurred eyes, and in a trance, she seemed to see a pair of bright eyes......

She didn't know if she could see clearly, but she still tried her best to climb in the direction of those eyes......

"Young Master......" The car door opened, and a slender man stepped down, and Xiao Si immediately greeted him.

The man who was called the young master by the fourth child waved his hand weakly, and then walked towards An Sisi with an umbrella.

On that usually indifferent face, there was a rain attached to it, and the thin lips that were usually tightly pursed were tightened at the moment.

It felt like a century had passed, Ann Sisi rubbed his forehead and shook his head, his head was still there, and his body was still there? Didn't you die under the wheels that were speeding by?

The head, it hurts, and the body hurts......

Ansis opened his eyes in disbelief, and the morning sun shone on the sheets along the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, which was warm and comfortable, like the dawn that shines into the house every morning.

Wrong!

Last night, I drank the wine handed by my sister, and then I accidentally bumped into my sister's adultery with Han Jie.

And what about later? What exactly happened next!

Who saved me? Where is this again?

An Sisi reacted and looked around.

Unfamiliar room? Where is this? Ann Si struggled to sit up from the bed in a panic.

"I saw a car last night, and then?" Ann Sisi muttered as she recalled the events of last night.

"yes, and then? And then what happened? ”

How could you not remember?

A beautiful face stared pale at the mirror in front of him at this time, and on the mirror, I don't know who posted a photo.

Ansis propped up the bed with one hand, endured the discomfort of her body, and walked to the mirror.

In the photo, a man and a woman are pillowing on the bed, and their bare upper bodies seem to have traces of passion.

How can there be such a photo? Puzzled, Ann Si looked towards the door.

Wait a minute! How could the woman in the photo be so familiar?

If you look closely at the side face of the woman in the photo, the woman turned out to be her!

Nervously, Anses ripped the photograph from the mirror and pressed it to her chest.

Shaking her head, An Sisi kept comforting herself, no, it must not be her, she must have not seen it clearly for a while.

Ann Sisi raised her palm, rubbed her eyes, and took a deep breath before lifting the photo again.

As the picture in front of her became clearer, Ann Si shook her head and took two steps back.

It turned out to be her, and the red mole on her right ear was clearly visible in the photo.

What about this man? Who is the man?

Ansis struggled to remember what had happened last night, but found that her mind was blank and she couldn't remember anything.

I remember that I had never seen this person before.

Was it last night? What happened last night?

Ansis frantically rolled up the quilt on the bed, no, no, nothing!

So, nothing happened in this bed last night, so where did this picture come from?

Feeling that his body suddenly collapsed, An Sisi sat on the quilt with his whole person, and his eyes looked down, plum blossom print?

What's the situation? Why is this plum print on the quilt and not on the bed?

Could it be that he had a drug-induced seizure, and he started to ...... before he got to bed