His words fell on her face and pierced her heart.

Her eyes are sour, her heart is like a bottomless pit, and she can't fill it with sourness and sadness.

Lu Dongting said that she deliberately designed it, and Cheng Jingzhou said that she did everything possible. What happened back then, what others saw was only the appearance, and only she knew the truth.

She was restricted by Zhang Xingping's freedom, but it was Xue Yinglan who came forward to take her to the birthday banquet and repeatedly promised to send her back, so Zhang Xingping let her go.

That night, she didn't drink much, but she was dizzy, someone sent her to the upstairs room, the person who sent her was very considerate, after entering the room, helped her take off her coat, helped her to bed, covered the quilt before leaving.

A huge bed, she didn't even notice that there was a person lying on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze. It wasn't until the next morning that there was a knock on the door, and she woke up that she couldn't see Lu Dongting beside her.

Lu Dongting was also stunned when he saw her.

She climbed out of bed with a roll, and just as she stood firmly, Cheng Jingzhou broke in.

Cheng Jingzhou asked her why, she didn't give any explanation, she couldn't tell him that her mother's life was in Zhang Xingping's hands, and she couldn't tell him that his aunt Cheng Manyun had looked for her privately.

From beginning to end, she was the one who was designed. It's just that it doesn't make sense to say it now, and nothing can change it.

He let go of her hand. She sat upright in a panic, and she didn't know how long it took, and the feeling of oppression around her gradually dissipated.

Sneering sneered through his nose, his gaze slowly swept over the side of her face, staring ahead with no expression. Fingers on the steering wheel, knocking again and again, half a minute later, the car was started.

The car almost flew out, and she subconsciously clutched the handrail, and her face turned white. I wanted to tell him to stop, but after thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and endured it.

Cheng Jingzhou is not an ordinary madman, when he was crazy in the past, no one could stop him.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and she didn't slow down much when she turned at the intersection, and she hit the window uncontrollably, reaching out and rubbing her head, not daring to squeak.

The feeling of pushing her back brought by Biaosu made her feel that the whole person was thrown out. Zhang Xuning's face was ugly, his heart was hanging in the air, as if he had lost his pulse, and he seemed to be beating so hard that he wanted to vomit.

The sound of the crash was in his ears, and he glanced at it and slowed down.

As the speed of the car stabilized, after Zhang Xuning relieved his breath, he heard his heart clattering and was about to jump out of his body.

The car entered the community and stopped in front of the corridor.

The disgusting energy was still there, Zhang Xuning pursed her lips, and when she reached out to open the door, Cheng Jingzhou had already gotten out of the car, bypassed the front of the car to help her open the door, and hugged her out of the car.

"You let me down, I can go by myself."

Cheng Jingzhou didn't look at her, raised his foot to close the car door, and carried her upstairs. After coming to the door with a familiar way, he put her down.

"Open the door."

"Thank you for sending me back today." Zhang Xuning blocked the door, holding a bag in his hand.

Cheng Jingzhou sneered and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes slipping from her bag all the way to her face. The next second, he pressed her against the door, and his lips pressed down, and he deepened the kiss while she was in a trance.

His fingertips pressed against her lips, "You're wrong, I'm not here to send you!" ”

He really wasn't here to see her off.

Without giving Zhang Xuning a chance to resist, he took her bag and found the key to open the door.

When he entered the door, he pressed her against the door, kissed her impatiently, put his arm around her waist, and went to the bedroom with ease.

His aura enveloped her, filling every corner of the room.

"Nope." Reason is still there, she doesn't want to have anything to do with Cheng Jingzhou anymore.

"It's not like we haven't done it before." He was vague.

Five years ago, in this bedroom, in this bed, they did it many times.

"Cheng Jingzhou, my leg hurts." She lowered her voice and begged softly.