At twelve o'clock in the evening, Song Cangyuan returned to the villa of Huaihai Villa.

Mo Xin heard upstairs that Song Cangyuan's car had turned off in the yard, but he didn't wait for him to come upstairs for a long time.

After Song Cangyuan entered the house, he went straight to the master bedroom on the first floor.

Song Cangyuan hung his blazer on the coat rack, and the moment the suit was unfolded, a faint fragrance came to his nose and invaded his nose.

Song Cangyuan's mind automatically appeared Ji Shuman's delicate lips and snow-white body.

His breath stagnated, and his hand in the suit couldn't help but pause, feeling an itch in his throat, and he wanted to smoke.

But he is obviously not a big smoker.

After a while, the man casually turned on a floor lamp in front of the bed.

Stretching out his bony fingers, he unbuttoned the first button on the collar of his shirt, frowned, and sighed softly.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's figure is long, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a golden ratio.

The man opened the closet and pulled out his dressing gown.

Take off your watch and ring on your ring finger and place them casually on your bedside table.

Finally, he took out his phone from his trouser pocket.

The face is unlocked, and there is an unread message, which is sent by an unfamiliar number.

It opens to a photo.

A woman's slender waist is lying in a white bathtub.

On the pink skin, there are crimson finger marks, red and white, which is shocking.

[Uncle Song, what should I do? This is what you pinched, I hurt so much, it will be green tomorrow, right? 】

Song Cangyuan looked at the photo, his eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed saliva unconsciously.

He remembered that when he was in the car, he was indeed hooked by Ji Shuman's kiss. It got a little out of control.

He pinched her slender and soft waist very hard, so thin and soft, and the heat of her lips and tongue, and the soul in her ears, he couldn't help but push harder......

Song Cangyuan hesitated for a moment, quietly deleted the information, put down his phone, and went into the bathroom.

Mo Xin went downstairs lightly, and she was slightly relieved to see the light on in the master bedroom.

She opened the door and entered the bedroom, "Cangyuan ......"

No one answered her, the bathroom lights were on, and the sound of water was heard.

The man's phone was on the bedside table, and the screen was still on.

Mo Xin tiptoed to the bedside table, her eyes fixed on the phone screen.

She wanted to reach for it and look at it, but she hesitated.

Until the phone screen automatically locked, she looked at the wedding ring and watch next to her, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

The sound of water in the bathroom rang for a long time, and finally it was accompanied by a man's muffled voice or two......

Mo Xin lifted the white silk quilt, pressed his skin against the soft bed, and gently stroked the smooth sheets with his fingertips.

She hooked her lips and smiled, and lay down on her side, her legs lifted.

After a long time, Song Cangyuan came out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe and wiped his hair with a towel.

The chest exposes wheat-colored tight pectoral muscles with a clear contour.

He looked up at a slightly bulging bag on the bed.

He stopped, frowning.

"Mo Xin, why did you come down?" The voice is as calm as water, and there is no emotion.

The woman lifted the quilt when she heard the sound, revealing her white and tender arms, and her sexy black silk suspender nightdress was not under an inch, and her bewitching figure was unobstructed.

"Cangyuan, why did you come back so late?" Mo Xin pursed her lips coquettishly.

"Overtime!" The man was concise, put down the towel casually, turned around and picked up his phone to prepare to go to the study.

Mo Xin jumped off the bed, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and hugged Song Cangyuan's waist from behind.

"Cangyuan, you haven't touched me for a long time, don't you want it?"

Song Cangyuan's brows were furrowed, his eyes were meaningless, and he reached out to break her fingers, "Mo Xin, it's late, you go up to sleep!" ”

Mo Xin still insisted, with a slight tear in his eyes.

Song Cangyuan turned his back to her, broke her hands with a cold face, and walked straight out of the bedroom towards the study.

"Cangyuan, why? You're really not going to want me, are you? ”

Mo Xin hid his face with long hair, hugged his arms with his hands, his body trembled slightly, and his voice whimpered.

The man only frowned when he heard this, but did not stop.

Half an hour later, there was a sound of the door closing from the study.

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Ji Shuman was woken up by the ringtone of her mobile phone.

"Shuman, where are you? I didn't have a key with me, can you come to the studio? ”

On the other end of the phone, the woman's voice was hot, it was Fang Muyan, Ji Shuman's classmate and best friend at the Rhode Island School of Design in the United States.

Ji Shuman rubbed his eyes, was silent, and then came to his senses.

She raised her eyes, picked up the card on the bedside table, looked at it carefully, and said into the phone:

"Well, Mu Yan, I'm at the Loriston Hotel."

"Didn't you come home last night? How do I get to the hotel? ”

"Well, last night...... Something happened last night, you go have breakfast and wait for me, I'll have someone send me over. ”

Ji Shuman's mind recalled the plot of last night.

Unconsciously raised her white little hand and touched her red and swollen lips, the pain made her frown slightly.

I touched my neck again, and my fingertips touched the collarbone, where it seemed to be peeling off a little.

It's a sign of being kissed vigorously......