Actor is a sleeping pill

Chapter 130 "Do you want to be here?"

Wen Yan's face was startled, he suddenly didn't say a word, she saw him hesitate, but she pursed her lips in satisfaction.

"What? Do you know how miserable I am? Wen Yan, it's the same when you gave me to her. You should have known this a long time ago."

After finishing speaking, she showed an extremely disgusted expression, and after a while, she thought of something, and curled her lips again.

She turned around, stood up, put her slender fingers on his shoulders, sat on him, bent down slightly, and breathed like blue: "Wen Yan."

Wen Yan's eyes darkened, and he stroked her slender waist with his big hand, not knowing what she meant by saying that suddenly.

Because facing her closeness before, she would rather die than
How could he take the initiative to seduce now?
He stepped back a bit, hesitant in his heart, "What do you want to do?"

Bao Xiaowei lowered her eyes halfway, and a coldness flashed across her eyes, she suddenly leaned in front of him, wrapping one hand around his neck.

He also gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Her other hand slowly covered his neck.

'Puff——' There was a sound of lightly piercing the skin.

She held a tiny needle between her fingertips and inserted it into the back of his neck without hesitation.

Bao Xiaowei stood up and pushed him away with an unstoppable disgust on her face.

She picked up the tissue on the table and wiped her lips vigorously. Seeing him slumped on the chair and unable to move, she smiled.

Wen Yan gritted her teeth, she was originally ashamed and annoyed, but she was as proud as a kitten, and the corners of her lips curled up with interest.

"Are you plotting against me?"

The voice is not very angry, and there is even a slight sense of lighthearted ridicule.

Bao Xiaowei brushed her hair and looked at him sarcastically: "Before, you fell under the law because of such a calculation, and now you are still falling under the same calculation for the second time. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

Wen Yan now felt that his fingertips were numb, he snorted coldly, but his language system was a little disordered.

He could feel that he was gradually losing his voice.

"—Quick, it's him!" Hou Ruixin's voice sounded from behind her, followed by a series of armed men.

They quickly came over to stop the prisoner, Hou Ruixin rushed over to hug her, and comforted her softly: "Are you okay?"

For a moment, Bao Xiaowei felt as if all her strength had been drained, she fell into his embrace, her palms were covered with cold sweat.

"I'm fine. He's been anesthetized and can't move for a while."

He hugged her tightly, Hou Ruixin could feel the despair and uneasiness of the person in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay, he won't appear in our life in the future, don't be afraid."

She had kept calm just now, but now she relaxed and broke into a cold sweat.

"He was finally caught."

Bao Xiaowei was in his arms, muttering to herself, she didn't even dare to raise her head to look at Wen Yan.

When everyone took Wen Yan away in handcuffs, he looked at Hou Ruixin with shady eyes, which was extremely profound and unforgettable.

Hou Ruixin clenched his hands tightly, he only felt a huge oppressive force sweeping towards him, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

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"Mr. Shen's condolences, we found a suicide note on the roof, it was written by your father himself, there is no evidence to prove that it was persecuted by others, so..."

In the long corridor, a cold corpse lay in a body bag in the morgue.

He fell to the ground, his head buried between his legs, and he hugged himself tightly.

Begging to protect my weak self with such a little bit of warmth.

He clenched his hands tightly, his eyes were scarlet.

Until his father died, he did not get his forgiveness.

He was still angry with himself when he was alive, and he would spend the rest of his life in guilt and remorse.

Bo Xiaowei.
　Ask in a low voice: No one likes warm banquets, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)