After finishing speaking, Song Ye bent down quickly, supported his hands, and quickly knocked Qiao Wangyue down, and then tore the white skirt on his chest, revealing a piece of softness.

The big dark hand rubbed on his chest, Song Ye raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "Xiao Mei'er, who usually looks weak, can't imagine that her figure is so material?" ”

Tears blurred her vision, Qiao Wangyue's whole body was imprisoned, unable to move, and wanted to shout, but she only felt hoarse and painful in her throat, just a weak cry.

Frowning slightly, Song Ye pursed his lips and patted Qiao Wangyue's cheek distressedly, "Xiao Mei'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

Leaning slightly, Song Ye's lips covered Qiao Wangyue's small mouth, sucking the fragrance on the woman's body to his heart's content, his tongue violently knocked open the woman's teeth, and he wandered unscrupulously.

frowned, Qiao Wangyue only felt a stinky smell filling her taste buds, she tried her best to turn her head to dodge, but in the end she was dragged by the man and locked firmly.

After more than ten seconds, Song Ye swallowed his saliva and paused.

With a sigh in his heart, Qiao Wangyue spread out in place, like a dead fish, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The pause did not reach two seconds, Song Ye was the most refueled to arouse a touch of evil, his tongue licked directly next to Qiao Wangyue's small mouth, a foul smell filled the air, and then it was an old trick, and his tongue turned in Qiao Wangyue's mouth.

Her eyebrows were twisted together, Qiao Wangyue clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do, and in a panic, she used all her strength to bite the man's tongue fiercely.

His pupils widened instantly, and Song Ye only felt a tingling pain in his tongue, and there was a bloody taste in his mouth, which made people do evil.

Quickly getting up, Song Ye left Qiao Wangyue's body, covered his mouth, and glared at Qiao Wangyue fiercely.

The little hand grabbed the quilt tightly, and stood in front of her, Qiao Wangyue was stunned, not knowing what to do.

Looking at the bright red blood oozing from the corner of Song Ye's mouth, through the thin slit in his right hand, it accumulated little by little, and finally dripped on the beige carpet, blooming a flower.

Turning his head, Song Ye walked into the bathroom, and then there was the noisy sound of running water from the faucet.

A cold wind blew in the backbone of her back, Qiao Wangyue was startled, her eyes fell on the door, without a trace of hesitation, Qiao Wangyue threw down the quilt and rushed out half-naked to the front.

But I didn't want to, I should have touched the free air, but I felt a hard touch.

Lowering his eyes, Song Ye glanced at the woman in his arms, his brows furrowed slightly, "Running so fast, where are you going?" ”

As soon as the words fell, facing the sluggishness in Qiao Wangyue's eyes, Song Ye sucked a mouthful of blood, snorted coldly, pulled Qiao Wangyue's hair tightly, and forcibly looked at the position of the bathroom.

"It seems that I was too gentle with you just now, so you don't know what it means to keep to yourself." Teeth were clenched, the man's eyes were full of cruelty, and he casually threw Qiao Wangyue into the bathtub.

Turning on the faucet, a burst of cold water sprinkled all over Qiao Wangyue's body, making her flutter her two little hands, but there was no effect.

Half-naked, a white dress after getting wet, it shows the original proud body, and it can be seen at a glance.

Song Ye froze in mid-air with one hand, stared at the woman with both eyes, and swallowed his saliva, "Xiao Mei'er, I'm here!" ”

With a burst of laughter, Song Ye stepped directly into the bathtub, and the whole person pressed on Qiao Wangyue's body, and then borrowed the water power to tear off the woman's white skirt, and the posture of convex and backward was vividly exerted.

With his hands on the woman's shoulders, Song Ye unconsciously pressed the woman down and untied his clothes and pants casually.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes in an instant, and Qiao Wangyue cried, "Please, don't, no." Before the words fell, he was pressed into the water by the man, drank a few sips of cold water, and resurfaced.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of evil, and Song Ye sneered, "It is your blessing to be able to get my favor from my uncle." ”

After finishing speaking, the man straightened his back violently, directly violated the woman, and looked slightly nervous, the man smiled evilly, "Unexpectedly, the eldest lady of the Qiao family, who has always been rumored to be Shi Zongyue's junior, is actually innocent." ”

After a pause, leaning over to the woman's ear, Song Ye sneered softly, "Isn't it, Zong Yue can't do it at this time?" ”

The little face turned red, Qiao Wangyue clenched his fists, his eyes were glazed, he only felt pain all over his body, there was no trace of resistance, everything was already doomed.

Glimpsing the woman's stunned appearance, a touch of displeasure slipped through the corner of Song Ye's eyes, and there was another toss, and the blood-red liquid flowed out, unconsciously staining the pool water red, and Yan Ran turned into a touch of pink.

After tossing two or three times, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and Song Ye wiped the sweat away and poured it directly on Qiao Wangyue.

A sour and astringent smell shrouded the air, but Qiao Wangyue was not touched at all, her eyes were dull, and she stared fixedly into the distance.

After resting for a while, Song Ye pulled away from the woman's body violently, walked directly outside, grabbed the bathrobe and wrapped it around his body.

Sitting on the big bed, Song Ye turned on the TV, watched the news with a relaxed face, and smoked a cigarette casually.

Take a deep breath and the smoke from your exhalation rises, and the air is pale and cloudy.

Qiao Wangyue was always stunned in the bathtub, without a trace of movement, and her snow-white skin was rotting under the soak of cold water.

Throwing the cigarette butt aside, Song Ye walked to the bathroom and sorted out his clothes in front of Qiao Wangyue.

After taking a few steps, he paused, and looked back at Qiao Wangyue, "If you don't want your reputation to be ruined, I think you should obediently put down your suicidal thoughts, put on your clothes and go home." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Ye snorted lightly, walked straight to the door with the caliber, and left. I have seen a lot of women like this.

At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Fanshuang walked back and forth in the hall, his brows furrowed and his face restless.

Qiao Shengqiu walked down from the second floor, drowsy, and yawned unconsciously.

Walking straight into the kitchen, Qiao Shengqiu poured a glass of water and looked at Mu Fanshuang, "What time is it?" Maybe I'm playing with Young Master Lu outside. ”

Thinking of this, Qiao Shengqiu couldn't help but frown, as soon as the news of the Lu family's cooperation with the Qiao family spread out a few days ago, a bunch of people rushed to cooperate with him like a dog skin plaster.

"Satsuki is still not your daughter anymore?" Mu Fanshuang looked back and glared at Qiao Shengqiu fiercely.

"Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded impatiently, muttering in his heart, wishing that this daughter could keep Lu Yunshen's big Buddha for her.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, there was a soft sound at the door, and Qiao Wangyue wrapped the few clothes left on her body and walked into the room with her head down.

Raising his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Shengqiu and Mu Fanshuang looking at him with dull eyes, and his little hands unconsciously tightened his clothes, quickly escaping from the eyes of the two.

"Satsuki, what's wrong with you?" Mu Fanshuang was stunned, frozen in place, staring at Qiao Wangyue with straight eyes.