The woman pretended not to see it, and clung to him tightly, without the intention of letting go.

Jian Qingchuan's eyes darkened: "Get out!" ”

Wen Xin rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile: "I'm sorry, Young Master Jian, I'm disturbing your old man's errands, I'll get out." ”

The woman first glared at Wen Xin, and then smiled proudly.

She did not shy away from twisting her slender waist and walked towards Wen Xin, picked up the unfinished red wine on the table, and poured it towards Wen Xin.

The red liquid rolled down Wen Xin's cheeks, making Wen Xin very uncomfortable and making her a little embarrassed.

The woman triumphantly raised the empty cup in her hand and smiled triumphantly.

Jian Qingchuan's tall body appeared beside the woman, and the woman became even more proud, she threw a provocative look to Wen Xin, declaring her monopoly on Jian Qingchuan.

However, the next second......

Jian Qingchuan had an exquisite silver pistol in his hand at some point, and it was accurately pressed against the woman's temple.

The woman looked at Jian Qingchuan, her legs were weak, and she instantly knelt at his feet.

"Qingchuan ......" her appearance is particularly aggrieved.

Jian Qingchuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were slightly raised, and his dark brown eyes exuded an unprecedented terrifying light.

"How can you touch my woman?"

His voice was unmistakably soft, but his tone proclaimed how angry he was right now.

Wen Xin scoffed.

Who is his woman?

She?

Or the woman who was naked?

"Qingchuan, spare me, I won't dare next time......"

The woman grabbed Jian Qingchuan's leg and begged for mercy, but was ruthlessly kicked away by Jian Qingchuan.

She burst into tears and wanted to hug Jian Qingchuan's thigh again, but the muzzle of the silver pistol was aimed at her forehead again.

"Get out."

The woman who was so frightened that she lost her blood disappeared like this.

Bang Bang Bang ......

"Wonderful."

Wen Xin ignored the liquid dripping from her bangs staining her face red, and slowly clapped her palms.

I really didn't expect that giving Jian Qingchuan a dress would be able to enjoy such a wonderful performance, this trip was not in vain, and it was not in vain that she climbed the twentieth floor hard.

Jian Qingchuan played with the silver pistol in his hand, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Who allowed you to come in?" ”

She shook the key in front of his eyes, "Mom asked me to tell you, I must go home for dinner in the evening." ”

With that, she walked past him and towards the bedroom door.

Unexpectedly, his wrist was tightly grasped by him.

"Am I here when you say you will come, and leave when you say so?"

Jian Qingchuan's voice was so low that it seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, and it made Wen Xin's back chill.

She smiled contemptuously, "Or else? ”

After a moment of silence......

Jian Qingchuan threw the pistol onto the bed, pulled Wen Xin into his arms, and firmly fixed her hands behind him.

The pure masculine masculinity came to her face, and Wen Xin forgot what she should be doing at this time for a while.

He lowered his eyes to meet hers, his long eyelashes casting a pretty silhouette on his face.

He stretched out one of his free hands and ran his slender fingers across her wine-stained cheeks, as if flirting, the tentacles sexy and deadly.

"What do you say?" Jian Qingchuan asked rhetorically.

"Jian Qingchuan, take your dirty hands away." She yelled at him angrily, wriggling her body to escape as quickly as possible.

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