The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Jiang Yan frightenedly hesitated how to speak.

Lu Jinglun, who didn't wait for a response, bit her hard.

"pain--"

Jiang Yan was in pain, and said hastily: "No one, no one has touched..."

The corners of Lu Jinglun's lips curled up in satisfaction, and he let go of her. His lips brushed against her intentionally or unintentionally, smelling the scent of her neck, and said lightly, "Why don't you be good?"

As he spoke, he sat up straight and met her gaze: "What good will it do you if you insist on pissing me off?"

She touched her bitten neck and stared at him dissatisfied: "Lu Jinglun, what do you mean now? Do you like me? Are you starting to care about me and other men?"

The man narrowed his eyes, then sneered: "Like you? You dare to think about it."

Jiang Yan knew that he was humiliating himself, but he still asked: "If not? Why do you care so much about me and other men?!"

Lu Jinglun said casually: "I just don't like my things being touched by others."

She frowned, and cursed back without thinking: "You are the thing, and you are still a dirty thing."

He stretched out his hand and patted her face: "Mrs. Lu's temper is growing now, and she dares to scold me again and again. Do you think that I am gentler to you on the bed, and you feel that you are special? You can Unscrupulous?"

"I never feel that way."

"That would be best."

Jiang Yan pushed him and got off his lap.

The man watched her take a tissue from the tea table and wiped her neck, probably what was left when he kissed her, and then she wiped her lips.

She couldn't see her mouth and neck, but she had a faint feeling that there must be traces left.

There was a burst of anger in her heart, but, looking at the instigator in front of her, she could do nothing but swallow this breath silently.

"Change clothes." Lu Jinglun gave him an angry and dissatisfied gaze, and ordered again.

Jiang Yan refused without thinking: "No change!"

"Aren't you in need of cleaning up!"

"Even if you fucked me here, I wouldn't wear the same clothes as my mistress!"

He stared at her for a few seconds, and finally said, "She didn't wear it."

"You think I'll believe it?"

"It's new, I paid for it, your size."

She was funny: "You don't even make a draft when you lie, how do you know my size? You haven't asked me, and you haven't measured it!"

The man snorted coldly: "But I've kissed, touched, and slept. Didn't Mrs. Lu always think that I have countless women? If so, I've slept with you so many times, is it normal to know your size?"

These words made Jiang Yan speechless.

Seeing that she was still standing still, Lu Jinglun frowned.

He got up from the sofa, opened the gift bag, took out the dress from it, and threw it on her: "I don't like repeating the same words more than twice. If you don't change into this dress again, I will take it as your default." I personally took off your clothes and put them on for you."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips, vaguely feeling that he could really do what he said.

She glanced at the dress that she subconsciously caught.

Ironed flat.

She smelled it again, and it didn't smell like someone had tried it on, but it had a raw fabric smell.

Can only temporarily believe that this is new.

Jiang Yan looked at him uncomfortably: "Can I go to your lounge to change?"

"Just change it here."

"But……"

The man interrupted without listening to her: "The blinds are closed and the door is locked, no one will come in."

The latter frowned slightly: "Aren't you human?"