When he woke up in the middle of the night, Song Yang found that he was holding Ji Rumeng, her body as warm as jade.

Streams of heat from his body blew through every pore on the surface of his skin. Song Yang was a little embarrassed and flustered, and after the woman in her arms looked up at Song Yang, she quickly buried her head in his chest. Song Yang sighed helplessly.

Holding the soft Ji Rumeng in his arms, Song Yang felt a little confused, even unreal.

"Miss Ji......" Song Yang felt that he should say something first?

What can I say? It's all on!

When Song Yang's mind was confused, Ji Rumeng decisively sealed Song Yang's hesitant thoughts with his mouth again, occupying Song Yang's body that had always wanted to break free from his mind control.

Many times, a woman's casual and emotional decisions decisively change a lot of things. Even the great rivers of history could change course at the touch of their sexy lips. This kind of woman is not a single person, but a lot, Daji, Zhao Feiyan, Xiao Zhouhou...... And so on. But these historians and men in history often recorded that these women were "red faces and troubles" out of jealousy.

In fact, the great thing about beautiful women is that their sensual impulses usually brighten up a man's dim life, and it should be said that for most men, this kind of stimulus change is usually a good direction, because women's impulses are often based on a kind of worship of powerful men.

Song Yang was looking for some proper reasons for himself.

When you can't figure it out, let the temperature of your body determine your mind. There is no right or wrong in this thing, men have to grab something. At this time, Song Yang grabbed Ji Rumeng's back tightly with one hand, and hugged Ji Rumeng's head with the other hand, and the two of them rolled up again in the dark on the bed.

After a few moments, the two men were lying on their backs on the bed. Song Yang turned his head, and suddenly saw a bright moon outside the window, and a strange and fresh wind slipped in through the crack in the open window, gently stirring the big white sheets.

The rapid breathing of the two men gradually subsided.

After a while, Ji Rumeng turned around, put her arm under Song Yang's neck, put her head on his chest and hugged it tightly, and sighed. Both of them were almost awake from their wines.

"What's the sigh?" Song Yang asked. felt that Ji Rumeng's hand was a little awkward under his neck, so he took out Ji Rumeng's hand and replaced it with his hand around the back of Ji Rumeng's neck, holding Ji Rumeng tightly in his arms.

Suddenly, Song Yang wanted to take a closer look at Ji Rumeng's black tattoo, as if he had vaguely seen a lot of scars there last time. So, with his other hand, he was ready to lift the quilt.

"Don't look." Ji Rumeng answered Song Yang's inquiry in a nasal voice, and then found that when Song Yang wanted to lift the quilt, he suddenly pressed Song Yang's hand: "Don't, it's so cold!" ”

Ji Rumeng's rejection of Song Yang aroused his distracting thoughts of wanting to see Ji Rumeng's whole body, and he tried even harder to lift the quilt in his hands. Song Yang said: "Just look at it, and there are many pieces." ”

"Don't!" Ji Rumeng resolutely resisted.

"Okay, then I won't look at it, was that tattoo forced by that bastard? Why do I still have so many scars on my body? Song Yang asked guessingly, it should be her bitter history.

Ji Rumeng nodded, she whispered, her voice was obviously trembling, as if she had a feeling of palpitations, her body arched into Song Yang's arms, her hand grabbed Song Yang's arm, and began to cry suppressedly.

Song Yang grabbed Ji Rumeng's shoulders and hugged her in his arms, and wrapped Ji Rumeng in the quilt.

Ji Rumeng cried louder and louder in the quilt, crying hysterically: "That bastard, he can't die well." That perverted bastard, I'm going to kill him someday! ……”

Song Yang quietly hugged Ji Rumeng and let Ji Rumeng vent in his arms. At this time, although the bastard in Ji Rumeng's mouth was not scolding Song Yang, Song Yang felt that he was not much different from that bastard.

Looking at the poor woman in his arms, Song Yang didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so he could only hold her tighter in his arms.

Song Yang was silent for a long time, allowing Ji Rumeng to cry and scream. In the end, Ji Rumeng's cry slowly became quieter.

Only then did Song Yang know that Qian Fugui looked polite, but in fact he was ruthless, and he was still a perverted sadist, and when Ji Rumeng first arrived at his company, her beauty attracted his eyes. began to harass Ji Rumeng with the benefit of work, but Ji Rumeng skillfully pushed the past.

Last year, Ji Rumeng's father suffered from cancer, and if he didn't have surgery, the tumor would soon spread.

Seeing that it was a good opportunity, Qian Fugui directly offered to let Ji Rumeng be his lover, and he could lend her money. Ji Rumeng thought about it, but still didn't agree, but she didn't expect that the next day, Qian Fugui took her out to socialize, and when Ji Rumeng went to the toilet, he drugged her wine, and took the opportunity to possess Ji Rumeng at night.

For the sake of her father, Ji Rumeng had no choice but to obey Qian Fugui. However, Ji Rumeng didn't expect that Qian Fugui was still a sadist, demanding all kinds of special actions, and even sometimes imitating his movements while watching island films, Ji Rumeng was sometimes beaten by him all over his body.

The most painful thing is that her father was not cured, and he died after three months, and she could only swallow her anger and let Qian Fugui bully. What's even more excessive is that Qian Fugui also asked Ji Rumeng to do it at the same time, and at the same time find other women to do it on the phone, to put it bluntly, he didn't treat Ji Rumeng as a person at all, but just treated her as a vase ornament.

In the case of great physical and mental humiliation, Ji Rumeng often finds an unfamiliar place to let alcohol anesthetize herself.

After listening to Ji Rumeng's narration, Song Yang was furious, and Song Yang had seen a lot of perverted people, but he had never seen Qian Fugui's grandson so perverted. Song Yang had an urge to take him out and beat him up right now, but then he thought about it, after all, he was an outsider, everyone has their own privacy, and each privacy has its own reasons, especially between men and women, as an outsider, you can't meddle at all, and there is no reason to meddle.

Song Yang hugged Ji Rumeng and said pityingly, "What can I do for you?" ”

Ji Rumeng raised her tear-stained face, looked at Song Yang for a while and said, "I can tell you today, I feel much more comfortable, don't have any burden, it's my own business, one day, I will ......"

Time passed imperceptibly, and before I knew it, it was already past six o'clock in the morning. Song Yang walked out of the manor, at this time the farmer's villa was shrouded in the morning light, the whole manor was quiet, and every window on the buildings in the garden was tightly blocked by thick curtains, as if no information was wanted to be seen by outsiders.

Looking back, several houses in the entire manor were hidden among flowers and trees, lifeless, not even a trace of light. The more the light is not visible, the more filth and darkness are hidden: behind the light and beauty is a world of evil.

Song Yang walked alone on the street, it was the autumn harvest season, and the air was filled with a humid and warm atmosphere, wafting a strange smell. Yes, this is the taste of life, ambiguous and lush, fertile and vast, nurturing countless human fireworks that people love and hate, beautiful and mysterious.

Oh, this world is actually a hotbed and grave of desire, where men are born in women's wombs and greedy for pleasure under women's flowers...... But that's what life is all about. Men must love women, money, and the empty city streets and tall buildings, because they have no choice.

Song Yang walked on the street, his heart was excited and excited for no reason, and under the morning washing, his heart was full of ambition of struggle.