Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Despite Wen Wan's struggle, she was still stripped naked and thrown into the bathroom. The maid gave her a good wash, then put on her a pink maid outfit with cat ears, and forced her to put on light makeup. After getting ready, Wen Wan looked at herself in the mirror and her jaw dropped.

What the hell is this?Isn't the fabric of this maid's outfit with B's navel exposed too economical?Is this different from not wearing it?There's none?Have it! ! !

Before she had time to digest her miraculous attire, the group of demonic maids dragged her outside.

"Hey, what do you mean? You've been tossing me a lot, where are you going to take me—" A gentle and tragic scream lingered over the entire villa, and it lasted for a long time...

"Boom!" In his whole life, the tall gold-plated carved European-style door was locked behind Wen Wan.

She covered her chest with one hand and dragged down the skirt with all her strength and leaned against the door, terrified as if she had seen a ghost.She looked around at the layout of the room, which was in the style of ancient European aristocratic courts.

She walked in cautiously and found that there was no one around. She vaguely heard some movement in the suite. She mustered up her courage and walked over boldly. The door was ajar, and she gently pushed it open. She was so frightened that she was dumbfounded, she turned around and ran away like an electric shock!

In the room, Murong Zichun was standing naked by the bed. His muscles were smooth and natural, his skin was fair and supple. He looked strong but not rough. He pressed the head of the maid who was kneeling under him. , and then pulled it out of the maid's mouth and wrapped it in a towel beside her.

"Get out," he ordered.

"Yes." The maid stood up and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, smiled ambiguously and turned to leave the bedroom.

Wen Wan threw herself on the door, kicked and smashed it, but the door was locked and she couldn't open it. She was in a hurry, when someone patted her shoulder suddenly, she was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, and leaned against the door with a scream .

The person who took the picture of her was the restricted-level heroine just now, and she looked Wen Wan up and down with a very ambiguous expression, and then she smiled softly and said: "Serve the young master well." After speaking, he took out the key from his waist, opened the door and went out .

Just as Wen Wan was about to grab the doorknob, her arm was suddenly pulled by the person behind her. She almost fell and leaned heavily against a fleshy wall.

"Ah!" Wen Wan screamed in fright and immediately struggled.

Murong Zichun raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, he pressed his gentle little hands on her back with all his strength, and wrapped her in his arms, close to her exquisite curves.

Wen Wan stared at the handsome face who was close at hand, and pressed against his warm and smooth skin, with cold sweat dripping from his vest, she shouted very angrily: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Murong Zichun smiled evilly, he freed one hand to touch her delicate cheeks, stared obsessively at her flawless facial features, and his breathing became short of breath: "Guess what I want to do, you guessed it, There is a reward."

Wen Wan was frightened and panicked, and twisted her body trying to break free, but she was a woman after all, her strength was limited, and there was a huge disparity compared with a tall man like Murong Zichun.

She rolled her eyes, frantically went through her current situation in her heart, secretly gritted her teeth and revealed a sunny smile, intending to subdue and beg for mercy: "Brother, if you have something to say, don't move your hands. Be a gentleman!"

Murong Zichun smiled contemptuously, the joy in his eyes was very obvious: "I'm not a gentleman, I'm a beast!"