The boss asked me to meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau

Song Bailian wanted to cry, but couldn't shed tears.

The depression on her side and the remaining warmth on the bed sheet reminded her that the man who slept with her was still there.

As if to verify her conjecture, there was a sudden sound of rushing water. Song Bailian followed the sound and looked over. The bathroom door just opened, and it was Di Mo who had just finished taking a shower.
Yu.

Song Bailian looked at the man who only had a bath towel around his waist, and his mouth grew wide.

She was slept by Di Moyu?
As if seeing something, Song Bailian's pupils shrank. The marks on the man's abdominal muscles on the white towel around his waist clearly reflected the intensity of the battle last night.

It's not her, it's not her, it's absolutely impossible for her to gnaw people like this.

Looking at each other, Song Bailian clearly saw the grievance in Di Moyu's dark eyes.

Yes, wronged!
At first Song Bailian thought she had read it wrong, but she read it again and felt really wronged.

As if she had done something heinous to him.

Song Bailian swallowed subconsciously, and immediately preempted, "What did you do to me last night?"

She still knows what happened in the box.

Di Moyu kissed her and showed great interest in her. Then, they went to the food stall for supper together.

Song Bailian couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

Di Moyu had been prepared for a long time. He took a towel and wiped his hair that was still dripping, walked unhurriedly to the side of the bed, looked down at her, "What did you do last night, don't you think about it?" ?
"

"..."

He is accusing her.

Song Bailian was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

"What can I do to you, I drank like that, why didn't you send me home, instead you brought me to your house. It must be what you did last night? Now you bite back, you this
Are you going to put the blame on me? "Song Bailian's voice was raised a lot.

Ah.

Di Moyu paused with his hand wiping his hair, and he knew that this little thing would have such a reaction.

This cold snort almost blew Song Bailian's hair off.

She tightly covered her naked body with the quilt, ignoring the pain in her body, and continued to argue with him about whose responsibility it was last night.

"What do you mean by being so yin and yang? Could it be that I raped you?"

"Hearing your tone, do you want to shirk your responsibility and leave after eating me up?"

"..."

With this metaphor, Song Bailian couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"Whoever shirks responsibility, who wants to leave, how do I know if you framed me on purpose?"

"Heh, I framed you with my innocence?"

"..."

Song Bailian blushed, who the hell isn't.

After Song Bailian was silent for a moment, Di Moyu picked up the remote control on the bedside table and pressed it. In the next second, a large screen was slowly placed down at the place where Song Bailian was facing a white wall.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you accountable. Although you were lying on top of me like a hungry wolf last night, doing whatever you want, but for the sake of my sister-in-law, I won't call the police."

Listen, what the hell is he talking about.

Song Bailian subconsciously wanted to refute, and as a result, a video began to play on the large screen.

In the video, he kept falling on Di Moyu's body as if he had no bones, but he kept resisting himself, with disgust in his eyes and face.

Then, the screen changed, it should be in the car, the conversation between Di Moyu and the driver rang out clearly, and Di Moyu sent himself home.

The frame-by-frame pictures in the corridor clearly conveyed a message that Di Moyu sent her home, and she was the one who was hanging on to Di Moyu.

And, halfway through, it seemed like they were making too much noise, drawing her white-collar neighbor out.

Song Bailian was dumbfounded.

Di Moyu looked at her in a daze, and a scheming gleam flashed in his deep eyes.

"As for what I said to your neighbor, you can knock on the door and ask when you go back."

Song Bailian remained silent.

"Originally I wanted to send you to the hotel, but you refused to go anyway, and kept saying that you would go home with me. I had no choice but to bring you back first kindly. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the room , the door is not yet
When it was closed, you started to take off my clothes, I struggled and resisted, but in the end, your strength was too great, and my wrists were swollen, and then..."

Di Moyu described it solemnly. Although Song Bailian didn't remember it, the scene at that time seemed to have appeared in his mind along with his voice, and he immediately stopped him from continuing.

"Shut up."

If Song Bailian looked up at this time, she would definitely be able to see the shallow and weird curve at the corner of Di Moyu's mouth.

It's a pity that Song Bailian, who was immersed in Di Moyu's words, almost buried her head under the quilt again.

It really seemed like something she could see.