Hearing Aunt Fang say that the nightgown on her body belonged to Song Xun, Han Xu's hairs stood up all over her body in an instant.

I wanted to take it off and because I had no clothes to wear, I had to endure the resistance gushing from the bottom of my heart and put it on my body reluctantly, but the faint fragrance on the nightgown was very refreshing, and it penetrated into her nose and inhaled two sips.

It's pretty ...... Smells!

She thought it was strange that there was no trace of a woman living in this villa, not even a single item belonging to a woman, let alone clothes.

It stands to reason that Song Xun, a prodigal young master who once "called fast food" in front of her, although he was arrested in the bureau to drink tea was directed by himself, but * is a fact that she heard with her own ears, it is impossible that there are no women in this villa.

Could it be that when he brings a woman back, he will ask the servant to clean up all the woman's belongings?

That is, after sleeping at dawn, he is regarded as the kind of person he doesn't know, and he is really a ruthless man.

Although he hated Song Xun very much, Han Xu's feelings for this maid Aunt Fang were not ordinarily cordial, and there was no reason.

It probably has something to do with Aunt Fang's calm, neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and the sincere look in her eyes.

Han Xu was comforted a lot by Aunt Fang's words, as if this Aunt Fang was already her own person, and the other cold tiger was her outright enemy.

glanced out a few times, and asked Aunt Fang in a low voice, "That person, is he still in the room?" Gone? ”

Aunt Fang was stunned, and realized that Han Xu was talking about Song Xun, pursed her lips and smiled and winked at her secretly.

Han Xu opened the bathroom door and wanted to pull Aunt Fang in to discuss some tricks to take Song Xun away, but as soon as the door was opened, she was dragged out from Aunt Fang's side and crashed into someone's chest that was as hard as a wall.

Aunt Fang glanced at the two people who were twisted together, Song Xun still had bright red lip prints on his white shirt on his chest, which was as conspicuous as a red flower growing in the snow, he shook his head helplessly and smiled and hurriedly walked out of the room.

Han Xu further confirmed Song Xun*'s speculation.

Deserted in her head, and was thrown on the oversized bed by someone unexpectedly, and the person who threw her was turning to close the door, and the door lock "clicked" There were a few locking sounds like a mechanism.

Song Xun locked the door, turned around and began to take off his shirt, twisting the buttons on his chest one by one, his knobby fingers were white and slender, as pure as a work of art, but for her, there was a slightly cold hand, which made her frightened cold.

He casually threw his white shirt on the sofa beside him, revealing a solid chest and perfect abs, and he was born with a domineering and enchanting attraction.

Han Xu threw himself on the bed and turned his head sideways, watched in a daze as he finished taking off his shirt, and began to untie his belt again, and then in her stunned rigidity, she took off her straight trousers as if no one was around.

Poplar's slender figure was exposed to the blazing white light of the room, and she walked towards her wearing only a pair of boxer briefs wrapped in tenacity and strength.

The soft carpet rubbed against the casual steps of his feet, a slight rustle of footsteps, light and almost negligible, but through her alert eardrums fell into her clenched heart, like the echo of a bell, and she trembled at the sound of a bell.

Every time he took a step closer, in her opinion, it was the momentum of the tiger seeing its prey and slowly approaching it step by step, and then suddenly pounced on it.

How terrifying this tiger is, she has already learned it firsthand, and she doesn't dare to learn it a second time.

In a panic, she forgot that she planned to do the thing of greed, vanity, willfulness, brainlessness, and no bottom line to annoy people, and her instinctive resistance was only a ball of begging for mercy: "Mr. Song, you ...... Don't come, I'm ...... I'm not the kind of woman you think! ”

After shouting, she remembered that she should hide immediately, and immediately rolled up the quilt on the bed, rolled under the bed on the other side, and fell off the bed through the quilt and still hurt her buttocks, she clenched her teeth tightly and didn't dare to say a word.

Listening to the sound of his footsteps approaching, Han Xu knew that he had nowhere to hide, so he had to treat himself as an ostrich, and even hid his head in the quilt, and the big quilt that was rolled into a cylinder was shaking comically on the ground.

She thought that she would soon be lifted up with the quilt, but she hid in it for a long time, sweating profusely on a hot day, and he didn't have the next move, and he didn't know what people were doing.

Just now, I was just trembling, but now when I listen to it, it seems that even the footsteps are gone.

Han Xu pulled his head out of the quilt, hooked his neck and looked at the room, no one!

Song Xun is not there?

The cloakroom door next to it was open, and in the bathroom on the other side, the sound of "brushing" shower water was coming from the open glass door.

She reacted immediately, just now Song Xun went to the cloakroom to get clothes and take a bath, he is not here at the moment, what are you waiting for?

Run, of course!

Han Xu hurriedly took the quilt rolled into a circle from himself, got up on the ground and went straight to the door.

I touched the door lock, but found that the lock length was very strange, a whole piece of reflective titanium alloy in the rectangle was inlaid on the door, and the big piece of glass in the middle of the card was black and flashing with red dots, and there was no button to unlock the lock?

After groping around a few times, she desperately returned to the couch and went into it.

The door lock, which was an electronic lock, could only be opened with a fingerprint or password, and she wanted to get out unless she knocked it off with a hammer.

No wonder the tiger was so relieved, she rolled on the ground with the quilt rolled up, and ran inside to take a leisurely bath.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance after bathing enveloped her, and a strong arm belonging to a man passed between her back and the sofa, and she was gently picked up by him again.

This time it seemed that the strength was much less, and instead of throwing her into the bed like a debris like before, he gently put her on it and leaned over her body.

The heavy weight immediately made it impossible for her to breathe completely.

The handsome face was in front of her eyes, less than a centimeter away.

The dark eyes are like a thick night sky, endless and never end-in-sight, just one glance, sucking her whole person in.

The hot nasal breath swept towards her cheeks, her thin lips raised slightly, and although her magnetic voice was soft, she still couldn't feel the temperature: "Say, what posture do you want to be comfortable!" ”

She suddenly regretted the words that provoked him in the car, thinking that he would hate her because of it, but she didn't think that he not only laughed it all, but also remembered very clearly and asked her what posture she wanted!

It's really a recipe for stealing chickens!