Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Leng Kuang stood up slowly, his black pupils shone with a compelling cold light.

Who is he cold and mad? It's extreme to be so humble, but she still doesn't appreciate it.

No matter!

What kind of woman does he want coldly? Since she is so heartless, he has no need, let alone waste time on this woman.

Without saying anything, Leng Kuang turned and left, just as heartless as Chu Qing.

This time Chu Qing knew for sure that Leng Kuang would not come to her again. This proud man suffered a great blow to his self-esteem, and he would never want to see her again in this life.

From then on, he and her will never see each other again!

Leng Kuang left without making any stops, and flew directly back to country Z.

At night, when the lights came on, Leng Kuang stayed alone in the spacious room.

He was lying lazily on the sofa, his hair was disheveled, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, the buttons of his white shirt were torn apart, and his whole body exuded an aura of don't mess with me.

On the tea table in front, there were several bottles of high-end foreign wine and several bottles of high-end red wine, but they were all empty.

In this room, many beautiful moments of Leng Kuang and Chu Qing were left behind.

Leng Kuang found that the more he drank, the more he thought about these messy things.

His eyes darkened deeply, he got up and went to the bar to take another bottle of red wine.

Turning around, he was slightly stunned when he saw the grilled glass of the bar. His white and bony fingers were unconsciously stuck to the clear glass.

She used to playfully tease him to play the game of kissing through the glass.

Frowning, he realized that he shouldn't stay in this room anymore, he put the wine he just picked up and put it back, Leng Kuang turned around and left with the car keys.

He wants to drink, but he doesn't want to drink at home, because the more he drinks at home, the more sober he becomes, but he wants to get drunk now.

Give me a few bottles, the price doesn't matter, the stronger the better! He randomly found a bar, opened a private room, and ordered the waiter to bring the wine.

After all, the human heart is made of flesh, not iron, and so is the stomach!

Leng Kuang had already drank a lot at home, and now he had two more glasses of wine, his stomach began to feel strange, and it hurt like hell!

He thought he must be drunk, and the wine outside is better, and he was drunk after two glasses.

Leng Kuang shook his head and stood up, trying to make his eyes clearer, but he couldn't do it within two steps.

He stood against the wall, then took out his mobile phone and prepared to call his subordinates to pick him up.

Those two hidden guards would follow him silently no matter where he went, protecting him without disturbing him.

If he yelled, they would come out.

But at this moment, he didn't want to shout, as if his chest was blocked by something, he even felt a little difficult to breathe, so shouting was even more powerless.

But before the call was dialed, he heard an ambiguous voice from the private room next to him. He was so dazed that he couldn't hear it clearly. He only heard Qingqing, come, let brother kiss you!

Qingqing, Qingqing, or Qingqing, Leng Kuang didn't think too much, only Chu Qing's face flashed in his mind, and then it exploded with a boom.

Because he suddenly remembered what Chu Qing said about the one-night stand.

The roiling anger made him stop thinking so much, and he pushed open the door at hand.

There are two men in the private room, and they are pressing a young lady to move her hands and feet. The young lady's clothes have been stripped, and her willow waist and breasts are fully exposed.