Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"Refreshing." After hanging up the phone, the man put Yang Zhuoying into the car, and was about to close the door when he heard regular footsteps approaching.

The man turned his head vigilantly. Before he could see the person who came, he felt a gravity hit his abdomen, and then he flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Who are you?" The man lay on the ground, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

He Junlin glanced at him coldly. The lights in the parking lot were a bit dim, making his expression more menacing. He looked at Yang Zhuoying who was completely unconscious in the car, and his voice could even freeze people.

"The person who wants to kill you." He said, he stepped on the man's face, and after hearing the man's cry like a pig, he turned around, walked to the front of the car, and stretched out his hand to lift Yang Zhuoying out of the car .

Just now, someone was already nearby and called Yang Zhuoying, intending to give her a surprise, but she insisted on driving back by herself.

Everyone else came, so naturally they would not return empty-handed. When they arrived at the entrance of the parking lot, they suddenly lost their minds. They called her again, but they couldn't get through, so they called Zhou Zhiqiao, only to find out that she had left the restaurant.

Fortunately, he entered the parking lot to try his luck and rescued her in time, otherwise, he would not dare to imagine what would happen in the end.

in the bedroom.

He Junlin looked at Yang Zhuoying, and saw that the expensive skirt on her body was wrinkled and dirty like sour cabbage. Standing by the bed, hesitating for two seconds, he stretched out his hand to unzip her zipper.

Under the light, all she had left was a set of underwear, and her skin was glowing white.

He Junlin only felt an unknown fire spreading on his body, and his slender fingers couldn't help falling on the white and slippery skin, but just as the fingers landed on her body, Yang Zhuoying, who had her eyes tightly closed, suddenly moved her body.

He was startled, thinking that she had woken up, but after waiting for a while, she still had her eyes closed and did not make any other movements, which made him wonder if she was pretending to fall asleep.

With a loved one in front of him and dressed so coolly, how can a physically healthy adult man endure it?
However, He Junlin's arrogance made him unable to take advantage of others' danger. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the quilt next to her and covered her body, turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, his arm was grabbed, and Yang Zhuoying murmured, "Don't go!"

"Are you awake?" Finally no longer pretending to be asleep?

Yang Zhuoying still kept her eyes closed, but her body twisted unconsciously, "It's so hot."

hot?He Junlin looked at the air conditioner subconsciously. It's hot now, and the air conditioner is always on in the house.

Suddenly, a scene flashed in his mind. In the dim parking lot, he carried Yang Zhuoying back to his car, as if he stepped on a white towel.

Could it be that the towel has medicine?
Just thinking about it, Yang Zhuoying pulled his arm hard, turned over and pressed him under her body, her closed eyes opened a thin slit, as if she wanted to see the people under her clearly, she muttered to herself, " So hot. So cool”

He Junlin felt a chill all over his body, and Yang Zhuoying tore up the famous brand shirt on his body, revealing the nosebleed mermaid thread.

"Wake up." Looking at the woman who was riding on him and eating his tofu, He Junlin helplessly caught her hands that set him on fire.

With her hands bound, Yang Zhuoying groaned dissatisfiedly, broke free from his restraints, pressed her hands on his cold skin, still not satisfied, lowered her head, pressed her warm cheeks against his, and rubbed them.

"You're playing with fire." He Junlin narrowed his eyes, warning dangerously.

"It's so comfortable." Not listening to his warning at all, Yang Zhuoying rubbed his hands again and let out a satisfied moan.

"Do you know who I am?" He Junlin held her face in his hands and asked solemnly.

Yang Zhuoying struggled to open her eyes wide, "He Junlin."

"Do you know what you are doing?"

He Junlin stared fixedly at her blushing pretty face. At this moment, her eyes looked foggy, as if she didn't know what she was doing, she just felt that her whole body was burning, her throat was so dry that it was about to catch fire, and this person in front of her was the only one who could help her. She is the one who relieves the fire.

Her eyes fell on his thin lips, she lowered her head and kissed his lips.

As if struck by lightning, He Junlin trembled all over his body. He held her down, his eyes were like torches, "Don't light the fire."

Yang Zhuoying blinked innocently, as if she didn't quite understand what he said, "Fire? I don't. It's so hot, I want it."

What do you want?She didn't understand either, she just knew that being close to him made her body less uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll give it." He Junlin's eyes were gloomy, he snorted, turned over and pressed her under him, bowed his head and kissed her.

The next day, sunlight crept into the room through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and fell on the two people hugging each other on the bed.

He Junlin slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Yang Zhuoying who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, and there was a contented smile in his eyes.

His gaze moved down slowly, and landed on the white and smooth skin of the person in his arms, and he saw that it was covered with traces left by him last night.

Last night, she was drugged. He shouldn't have taken advantage of her. He had tried his best to restrain himself, but she was so enthusiastic and proactive that he couldn't control it in the end.

When she wakes up, how will she react to this situation?
Before he could figure out why, the person in his arms moved, as if he was about to wake up, his eyes flickered, he let go of the hand holding her, turned around, turned his back to her, and pretended to be still. As if in a deep sleep.

The next moment, Yang Zhuoying opened her eyes, just woke up, her mind was a little dazed, looking at the surrounding environment, but found that the layout of the room was a little strange.

Isn't this her bedroom?
She sat up abruptly, but because the movements were too forceful, she felt that her whole body was as weak as falling apart, especially a certain overused part.
She tried this feeling once, that time six years ago, when she was drugged, afterward, her body was as it is now.

She lowered her head subconsciously, her eyes were full of blushing marks, she knew what happened last night without asking.

By the way, last night, after attending the party held by the Performing Artists Association, she talked with Lei Haotian about meeting his secretary today, and then drove home in the parking lot, but was entangled by a man.

She wanted to buy that person with money, and asked who ordered him to kidnap her, but unexpectedly, she fell into his trap and was stunned by him
Thinking of a certain possibility, she wanted to kill with hatred.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone turning around.

Yang Zhuoying turned her head suddenly, and saw a man lying beside him. The figure of the man was very well proportioned. The muscles on his body were full of beauty at first glance. The healthy bronze color shone with a seductive luster under the reflection of the sun. His face was buried between the pillows at the moment, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Without even thinking about it, she picked up the mobile phone on the pillow cabinet and threw it at him.

The man seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head, and when the phone was about to hit him, he caught the phone with one hand, "Do you want to murder your husband?"

Yang Zhuoying suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Why are you?"