Kiss!Play heartbeat!Mr. Huo broke the precept and pestered her to coax her

Thinking that Mu Xueyan had his jade pendant in her hand, there was a certain connection before he lost his memory.

He was about to turn around and go to open the door directly.

The lights in the room suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

Only the bedside lamp exudes a warm yellow light.

"Horse Island."

Behind him, the little woman called softly.

On a desperate rainy night, Qiao Zheng tremblingly unzipped her skirt and took off her rain-wet dress.

The underwear was left, she hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and untied it, and threw it on the ground aside.

With no clothes to cover her, the temperature inevitably dropped, she shivered slightly, and wrapped her arms around her porcelain-white self.

Ignoring Mu Xueyan outside the door, she gave up her womanly reserve, resigned herself to the man in front of the French window, and sank into the abyss of sin.

Huo Xizhou turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the little woman who looked like a newborn baby through the darkness.

She is charming every inch, a natural stunner.

On a lonely night, love and desire abound.

"Is my sincerity enough?"

Huo Xizhou, who was obsessed with the red wine glass, was rarely taken aback by the unexpected visual feast in front of him.

The night is deep, with layers of ambiguity overlapping.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, his long and narrow eyes darkened, and danger began to surge.

"If you are sincere enough, you will only know after checking."

Before he spoke, he put down his red wine glass and slowly approached the prey that was delivered to his mouth.

Then, as if he was really checking, he put his hands around the girl's porcelain white shoulder sockets, and brushed away her long hair that was covered by the rain on her chest.

Under the swan-like neck, the extreme snow white is mixed with a little red, which makes people feel vivid.

"You're shaking."

Rubbing her smooth skin, Huo Xizhou said casually.

"I do not have……"

Qiao Zheng wanted to deny it, but her trembling body betrayed her.

This deal with Huo Xizhou far exceeded her expectations, and turned into an unbearable deal...

For a moment, she couldn't tell... Is this result right or wrong?

"Are you afraid of me?"

Huo Xizhou obviously had a judgment, he seemed to be asking, but in fact he was determined.

Boldly talking about the little woman who took care of him, like a frightened deer in the forest, the timid can't do it...

"Mr. Huo..."

At the same time, Mu Xueyan's weak voice came from his mobile phone through a door.

Qiao Zheng stared down at his cell phone, and said in an inaudible voice, "Hang up and let her go."

She raised her head and looked straight at Huo Xizhou, her beautiful eyes unblinking: "Tonight, I will accompany you."

He was obviously terrified of him, but crossed the border to provoke him. Huo Xizhou aroused a little interest, and followed her to reject Mu Xueyan: "You go back first, I have something to do, see you another day."

Outside the door, Mu Xueyan stared at the hung up call with disappointment written all over her face.

She wore a thin and somewhat see-through long dress, which outlined a hot figure, which was prepared for a dedicated man.

Unexpectedly, at the last step, the man suddenly turned her away!

On the way here, Huo Linlin also revealed to her that Huo Xizhou woke up and lost his memory. It can be seen that God is helping her. What's going on now?

After thinking about it, Mu Xueyan clenched the jade pendant unwillingly, but she also held back and didn't knock on the door.

Huo Xizhou has a high status and authority, she can't stalk her, she must make a good impression on him!

She can't be stupid, men won't pay attention to chasing women who post backwards... Her goal is to marry into the Huo family and become the mistress of the Huo family. She is not a so-called lover!

"What is your relationship with her...?"

Inside the room, Qiaozheng lowered her eyelashes to cover all her emotions, and asked tentatively.

Before he could answer, she made a firm statement again: "During the foster care period that I bought, you must keep yourself clean, and you are not allowed to touch those messy women again!"

Huo Xizhou felt a little strange, she was probably the first one who dared to ask him so, no matter before or after amnesia.

"Miss Qiao, give me your sincerity first, and then talk about the matter of nurturing."

Without wasting any more time, Huo Xizhou put his arms around Qiao Zheng's waist and threw her on the big bed.

He then leaned over and trapped her, noticing her tension and resistance.

He was obviously married and had children, yet he gave people a kind of innocence and innocence, which gave him a desire to destroy.

The bedside lamp is warm yellow, emitting a warm light.

Huo Xizhou unbuttoned his black bathrobe, his handsome face was expressionless, and he looked like a noble emperor, scrutinizing the concubine who was sleeping.

Qiao Zheng closed her eyes, her long hair spread out all over the pillow, her hands tightly clutching the snow-white sheets, feeling deeply ashamed, helpless, and terrified.

The night of torment had just begun.

Unexpectedly, the man kissed her first, and his nose was filled with his smell, whether it was smoke or red wine, mixed with his unique scent of cedar.

No matter which one it is, it is completely opposite to her husband. Qiao Zheng couldn't bear it, and turned her head to avoid it.

But the man refused, and pinched her chin coldly. The thick smell of smoke mixed with the smell of red wine surrounded her overwhelmingly.

Qiao Zheng's eyes became hot, and the warm liquid dripped down between their lips.

The next moment, Huo Xizhou stopped kissing her forcefully, pinched her harder, and his voice was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger: "Why are you crying?"

Qiao Zheng still closed her eyes, turned her head to reveal her slender neck, and said softly, "Huo Xizhou, I don't like kissing..."

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Xizhou let go of her chin and gripped her wrist instead, and pressed it coldly on one side of the pillow.

He lowered his head again and kissed her neck, biting the sunken collarbone.

During the whole contact process, Qiaozheng kept crying silently, some tears flowed into the ends of her hair, some dripped onto the white pillow, forming a wet ripple.

Seeing this scene, Huo Xizhou felt that what he was touching was not a woman, but a piece of ice, a piece of wood, or a dead object.

There was a sudden disappointment, and he lost interest.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

After he stopped, he gave an order quietly.

Qiao Zheng didn't know why, so she opened her tearful eyes.

What caught the eye was the handsome face of the man. Because he had no emotions, it gave people a sense of distance, which made people daunting.

At this moment, he looked down at her condescendingly, and asked coldly: "Why, being touched by me... Are you very wronged?"

... Are you wronged?

Thinking that he is a male publicist, he has met countless women.

As for her, she has been loved for a long time, and she still has a certain degree of cleanliness, but she fell into his hands and was trampled and played by him wantonly. How can she not be wronged?

Thinking about it, she couldn't answer truthfully, just shook her head, thinking of perfunctory.

Little did he know, her reaction betrayed him and extinguished Huo Xizhou's remaining selfish desires.

In a blink of an eye, Huo Xizhou got up and got out of bed, and pulled the quilt at the end of the bed, covering the little woman in full bloom.

"You...don't continue?"

Qiao Zheng was startled, and asked subconsciously.

In return, the man gave him a cold glance: "I don't have the habit of forcing women."

Hearing this, Qiao Zheng was a little unbelievable, she just escaped, hugged the quilt and sat up: "Then the matter of nurturing..."

Huo Xizhou's anger was not vented, and his tone became even colder: "Let's talk about it, I will think about it."

"...Consider? Huo Xizhou, your words don't count!"

Qiao Zheng's face was full of tears, and she hugged the quilt to complain.

Under her accusation, Huo Xizhou fastened the belt of the bathrobe and corrected her: "Miss Qiao, your sincerity is not enough."

His downplaying attitude made Qiao Zheng annoyed and aggrieved at the same time, thinking that she was still naked under the quilt...

"Huo Xizhou, I've taken off all my clothes... and I'm lying under you, what do you want from me?"

Her eyes were red and she asked hoarsely.

As if aware of her grievance, Huo Xizhou took out a cigarette and found a lighter.

With the sound of "click--", he ignited the lighter, and was not in a hurry to light a cigarette for a while.

Through the faint light of the fire, he raised his eyelids and looked at the little woman holding the quilt: "Miss Qiao, since it is a transaction, inspection is the basic thing... If you are not satisfied after the inspection, you can't buy and sell by force? "