As the night grew darker, Pei Tong ran into the villa in a panic, leaving only a slender and white figure for the man, which soon disappeared.

Smussen was still sitting in the car, his shirt was wrinkled and a button had fallen off, and when she kissed the girl forcibly, she accidentally tore it off, revealing a small piece of strong chest muscle, and a few thin nail marks were faintly visible.

He didn't care, though, and leaned back in his chair with half-closed eyes.

The enclosed space also exuded a pleasant cold fragrance left by Pei Tong, and with the breath penetrating into his body, it vaguely stirred up a certain impulse that had been restrained for a long time. Nian restrained himself.

He thought of her frightened eyes like elk after she was kissed, and he smiled low between his lips and teeth.

In the end, I couldn't hold back.

Smussen pulled out his phone and wanted to send a text message to the girl.

He swiped his long fingers across the screen, and the successive unread messages lit up first, and after clicking on it, there were dozens of them from QQ.

Smussen has basically forgotten this, and he will download this software at the beginning, all because he plans to add Pei Tong's contact information one day to prepare.

After he saw some group messages and unread messages in private chats, he remembered that after moving to the apartment, the property asked him to add a group.

Smussen clicked on one and saw a male resident surnamed Xu who claimed to be from the 28th floor sent him several messages.

[Dude? 】

[Is buddy here, your sister looks very positive, give me a contact information? ] 】

Smussen's brows furrowed directly, he flipped up, and saw that the other party had sent him a screenshot.

Male resident surnamed Xu: [Miss Yao said that this sister seems to be related to you? Can you make it convenient and invite you to dinner another day? 】

After reading Pei Tong's photo with a blank face, Smusen did not reply to this idiot, but turned out Yao Yun's contact information from the group.

*

It was night, it was already past nine o'clock, and the temperature was a little cool.

Yao Yun just came out of the shower, but she changed into a newly bought sexy lace nightdress, she sat on the dresser and made up her delicate makeup, she was holding the perfume, hesitating to get a bottle.

At this time, the mobile phone resting next to it rang.

She took it and saw the unread message, her red lips hooked.

Yao Yun replied, and then waited patiently.

She placed two bottles of perfume in front of her eyes and finally chose the pink one, when the phone came again.

[Deleted.] 】

The two words, as if they can reveal the strong nature of a man, make Yao Yun's heart slightly hot.

She quickly edited out an apology text message with her fingertips, and said: "I'm sorry, I really didn't know that the residents in the group would directly ask you for your contact information, Mr. Si, I want to apologize to you in person, are you at home?" ”

There was no response over there, and Yao Yun didn't wait.

She said that, put down the perfume, got up, took a thin coat and draped it over her shoulders, and walked out of the room.

The houses here are all two-story houses, and there are not many people at night.

Yao Yun wore it very sexy, although she was wrapped in a coat, she generously exposed the delicate collarbone on her chest, as well as a large area of fair skin, and her hair was deliberately scattered, vaguely revealing the charm of a woman, which looked very seductive.

She went downstairs to Smussen's apartment and raised her hand to the doorbell.

One after another.

The closed door of the apartment had no intention of opening.

Yao Yun waited patiently for almost half an hour, but there was no movement, so she had to take out her mobile phone and send him a message: "I'm at your door, the photo has been deleted." ”

At this time, Smussen was leaving from Pei Tong's residence, he didn't pay attention to the news, held the steering wheel with his big hand, and drove in the direction of the company.