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After he finished speaking, he stood up, held her waist with both hands, and slowly lowered her waist.

Pain –

An Yin's face turned white and hurriedly retreated.

But his hand tightened around her like an iron hoop, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

Seeing that he was about to force his way in, An Yin clenched his hands tightly in despair, and suddenly a dry cough came from outside the door.

An Yin's body froze instantly, and his hand was supporting Qin Jian's chest, and he couldn't even stop breathing.

Qin Jian frowned, and after only a momentary pause, he lowered his head and kissed her again, completely ignoring the people outside the door.

Wu Ling stood outside the door, waited for a while, didn't see Qin Jian, and didn't dare to go in, looked at Deshun standing next to him, and was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Uncle Deshun, wait a little longer, maybe the young master didn't hear it."

An Yin heard that Deshun was outside the door, and the whole person was not good, but at the same time he was relieved.

Deshun won't run here without nothing, he came here, the old man must have asked him to come.

No matter how arrogant Qin Jian is, she always has to be scrupulous about the old man, and she can finally escape this catastrophe today.

His lips stopped against hers, looking at An Yin as if he had caught a savior, his face became more and more heavy, and the fire in his eyes slowly extinguished, and finally cooled down and returned to his usual cold appearance.

"Just reluctant to follow me?"

As soon as she came back from the police station, the old man called Deshun over, there could be no good thing, and she would rather face the old man than do it with him.

An Yin lowered her eyelids, avoiding his gaze, not daring to provoke his anger again, lest he be stubborn and eat her in front of Deshun.

Qin Jian looked at An Yin's appearance as a turtle, and he didn't know where to fight, let go of her, turned over and sat up, leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the desire to shout in his body.

An Yin was relieved at this time, pulled the clothes and put them on her body, only to find that he had torn off several buttons, and the collar was torn, so she couldn't wear it at all, so she could only pull it as far as she could, wrapping her arms around her chest, covering the ambiguous traces he left on her, and turned around to escape into the bathroom, so as not to be seen as if she was dressed without avoiding her body.

But how to leave with dignity next, she doesn't know, but she can only take one step at a time.

As soon as he got off the sofa, Qin Jian's cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Who let you go?" ”

An Yin's heart tightened and looked back at him.

Her clothes can't be buttoned and her clothes are untidy, in case Deshun comes in and sees her like this, she and he really can't get out of the relationship.

He looked at her indifferently, his eyes dark and cold.

When An Yin looked at him, it was very difficult, not only worried that Deshun would come in, but also the shame of not being able to hide in front of him.

Qin Jian zipped up his pants, got up from the sofa, and walked towards her.

An Yin subconsciously stepped back, stepped on a button on the ground, slipped under his feet, and his body suddenly lost his balance.

"Ahh

She let out a scream and fell backwards.

Suddenly, Qin Jian stretched out a hand to hook her waist, and she followed the force of her arm and crashed into his arms, her cheeks hurting against his solid chest.

Then he was dizzy and was beaten and hugged horizontally.

An Yin's mind suddenly went blank, and she looked up in a hurry.

Qin Jian's face was still indifferent, and her black and cold eyes were even colder, without any temperature, but the man's unique aura instantly surrounded her, making her body tense involuntarily.

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