When he left the way, he would always remember the first time they met.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain covered the sky, and he stood by the window with a cup of coffee and looked at the rain.

Behind him was the sound of giggling and laughing, and someone came over and climbed on his shoulder, and said flatteringly: "Jiang Gongzi, there is a big beauty who is going to come over later......

He smiled on his face, but he was thinking in his heart that he was also a happy prodigal, what kind of great beauty he had never seen, but it was just a gimmick to sensationalize.

Moments later, a black nanny car cut through the rain and stopped in front of the building.

"It's coming, it's really hard to invite our Song beauties...... This time, I still trusted the relationship, and asked her agent to say a lot of good things, and Song Damei was willing to come to cheer ......"

"Yes, it's raining so heavily, Song Meiren never refuses to go out on rainy days, or is your face ......"

He took a sip of his coffee and listened to the men talk like long-tongued women, as if he could imagine how hungry their eyes were.

He wasn't too interested, and took his glass and prepared to turn around.

"With such a heavy rain, I said that I wouldn't go out, and this day should be the day when I was lying under the quilt and watching movies on Weibo...... Hey, my shoes, heck, they're my favorite pair......"

He liked to listen to the sound of the rain hitting the branches and leaves, intermittently, dripping until dawn, which made his heart calm and feel peaceful.

But this slightly coquettish female voice suddenly penetrated the sound of rain and hit the depths of his eardrums.

Jiang Shenhan froze, raised his gaze, and looked at the source of the sound.

Several black-clothed bodyguards surrounded a beautiful woman in a red dress and got out of the car, the big black umbrella tightly covered her head and face, and she was followed by two little assistants, one carefully guarding her handbag, and the other bending down to carry the skirt for her.

Black satin pointed-toe stiletto heels are made of very delicate lambskin material, and they will be wasted when stepping into the rain.

She probably really liked the shoes, and stamped her feet in annoyance and lost her temper at the people around her.

But her tantrum is not lethal, the bodyguards are busy protecting her from the rain, the two little assistants are young girls, coaxing her with a smile, she complained twice, she was so easily angry, turned around and walked up the steps, and walked to the eaves of the porch.

The umbrellas held by the bodyguards moved away, and he heard the sound of gasping behind him, and gradually, the original noise turned into silence.

It was Song Mi'er, who was not yet eighteen years old.

She has both the innocence of a girl, but also a bit of coquettish femininity, this kind of fleeting fatal attraction between adult and underage, is extremely precious and scarce for any woman.

became popular at a young age, she was undoubtedly arrogant and arrogant, but that arrogance and arrogance did not make people feel disliked or embarrassed at all.

Because her pupils are dark and clear and have a bright light, a girl with such a pair of eyes, her heart will not be dirty.

She didn't even wear makeup, but she wore reddish lipstick, which should be how confident she is in her appearance and skin, so that she can dress like this when she comes out for a party.

"Song Da Beauty...... You're here......"

The men rushed out, she was used to seeing such scenes, and she was used to seeing the faces of these men when they looked at her.

He clearly saw that there was a fleeting trace of boredom between her eyebrows, but in the end, she was a qualified female star, and she still maintained a polite faint smile, avoiding those hands who wanted to rub oil without a trace.

The men walked in with her in their arms, and he didn't step forward, still standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking coffee, but every now and then, his eyes would fall on her.

Based on the experience he had accumulated in women in the past, he could naturally see that this Song beauty, herself, even far exceeded those exaggerated rumors.

His eyes fell on her waist and hips, he had always liked women's bodies more than women's faces.

But in this world, a woman's figure and face are easy to fake.

The consequence of blindly dieting to lose weight is that taking off your clothes is like ribs, which is a big disappointment.

He took another sip of his coffee, his gaze drifting over her soft and graceful waist.

He dared to guarantee that Song Mi'er's figure was real, and more importantly, she was not yet eighteen years old, and there was still room for further improvement.

In fact, he rarely does this, the first time he saw a woman, he stripped off other people's clothes one by one in the center of his mind, and even thought about how charming it would be when he asked her in various postures.

She finally noticed him too.

The young and handsome man who stood alone outside the excitement.

No girl will not like a handsome and noble man, just as there is no man in this world who does not like beauty.

There are too many men around her, and there is a man who stands far away and does not approach, as if he is not attracted to her, how can Miss Song Mi'er, who is young and popular and is held in the clouds, endure it?

She raised her hand, pushed the courteous man in front of her away, pulled the hem of her skirt with one hand, and walked in front of him.

He looked at her, the fire was spreading and burning, and she was also looking at him, in the first encounter, she didn't know that this step was close, it was a physical and mental send-off, and it was a catastrophe.

Between men and women, many times, a glance at each other understands what the other person is thinking.

Mi'er saw that this man's eyes were naked, and he couldn't hide his ** to her, but his eyes were rare, and they didn't make her feel disgusted and obscene.

She even had a kind of smug complacent in her heart, such an excellent and noble man, in the end, still couldn't escape her pomegranate skirt.

The first time they saw each other, they saw the fire splashing in each other's eyes.

The night they first met, they went to bed.

It's just that he didn't expect that she was still a virgin.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with what he thought, being in such a circle, reaching such a position at a young age, and she had this kind of appearance and figure, how could she still maintain her innocence?

But he has not met a woman with a calculating heart, all kinds of endless methods, they think that they are seamless and clever, but he can see through it at a glance.

Song Mi'er is really a virgin, when they go to bed for the first time, all her youthful performances, as well as her body's instinctive reactions, can't be faked, and he, let alone whether a woman has had sexual experience or not, can't tell whether she has ever had sex.

He couldn't remember how many times they did it that night.