After marrying Mr. Han, Xuanxue Xiao teased his wife and abused the wealthy family

S City, the biggest event in the entertainment circle, was held at Jinyue Hotel.

At the same time, in the top-level suite upstairs, a young girl was lying on the big hotel bed, her tight-fitting dress skirt outlined her curvy figure.

A middle-aged man with a big belly and a round waist, the top of his head brighter than a light bulb, stood by the bed, looking at the person on the bed, with a disgusting smile on his face.

In the next second, he stretched out his hands to the person on the bed.

However, just when his hand met the woman's arm...

The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his arm!

Immediately afterwards, the world spun for a while, and the Mediterranean Sea was pressed on the bed.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Hai Hai was pressed face down on the bed, and the severe pain in his arm made him scream, "Yan Luo, you are dying! Let me go!"

Yan Luo?

When Yan Luo heard these two words, he couldn't help being taken aback, staring at the man who was pressed on the bed by him, some strange and familiar memories suddenly surged in his mind.

Yan Luo, 21 years old, daughter of the Yan family in S City, is also the newly signed artist Xiao Hua of M Brokerage Company.

After reading this string of memories, Yan Luo cursed in his heart.

After her aura revived in the 25th century, Xuanzong No. 30, the fourth generation head teacher, actually passed through!

Perhaps because of the golden finger of time travel, she saw Yan Luo's life.

She was framed at this moment and sent to a producer's bed.

And the person who framed her was another Xiaohua who signed a contract with her agency at the same time.

Looking back on this memory, Yan Luo just wanted to say, why do women make things difficult for women!

"Yan Luo, let me go quickly! You have already climbed onto my bed, what are you pretending, I'll tell you..."

Just as Yan Luo was thinking about life, Mediterranean shouted again.

When Yan Luo heard this, he didn't bother to argue with Hai Di, raised his hand, and slashed at the back of Hai Hai's head with a hand knife.

The Mediterranean Sea, which was still clamoring, suddenly passed out.

Yan Luo took a long breath, turned over from the bed, and at the same time, felt a burst of heat.

The temperature of the body is frighteningly high.

Before she could figure out what was going on, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Yan Luo glanced towards the door.

Immediately afterwards, a low female voice came from outside.

"Producer Yang, what's the situation here?"

Hearing this voice, a name popped up in Yan Luo's mind, Song Yunxi.

That is, the culprit who colluded with Yan Luo's manager, framed her, and sent her to the Mediterranean Sea!

In Yuanshen's memory, Song Yunxi was always in the next room, waiting for the paparazzi to come up and take pictures after there was any movement here.

Once the photos are spread, Yan Luo's future will naturally be ruined.

And because of this, the real Yan Luo began to go downhill all the way.

In the end, he died miserably.

Song Yunxi should be in the next room and heard the screams of the Mediterranean Sea, so he came over to ask what was going on.

Although she doesn't want to...

But little sister, who let you deliver it to your door?

Yan Luo smiled slightly.

Song Yunxi, who was standing outside the door, saw that there had been no movement inside, and frowned uncomfortably. Just when she was about to try to knock on the door again, the door suddenly creaked and opened.

But there was no one at the door.

Song Yunxi was suspicious, wondering what Producer Yang was doing.

Subconsciously, she poked her head and looked inside.

However, as soon as he probed in, a black shadow struck in front of him.

bang...

Song Yunxi's eyes went dark, and he passed out immediately.

Yan Luo, who was standing behind the door, supported Song Yunxi's body, put her directly on the bed, and lay side by side with Producer Yang.

After putting Song Yunxi away, Yan Luo grabbed the coat on the sofa next to him and quickly walked out of the hotel suite.

……

As soon as Yan Luo walked out, before he closed the door, his legs felt weak for a while, and the heat in his body was higher and higher.

She suddenly realized something, and her face changed.

Even though she is a descendant of Xuanmen, this broken body has never been cultivated, and she has no spiritual power at all, let alone the effect of suppressing medicine.

A series of national quintessence emerged in Yan Luo's heart, resisting the pain, and wanted to leave here first.

But as soon as she took two steps, she softened and fell down.

At this time, a person came from the corner.

Yan Luo instinctively grabbed his hand.

In the next second, he fell into the arms of the man.

Tang Mohan looked at the person lying in his arms, and immediately recognized that this was a newcomer to the company.

Now newbies like throwing themselves into their arms like this?

With an expressionless face, Tang Mohan wanted to push Yan Luo away.

Yan Luo held him tightly, and said with a low voice, "Don't move—"

Only at this moment did Tang Mohan feel that Yan Luo's body was very hot.

He frowned slightly, realizing something.

Just when he was about to throw him away, Yan Luo grabbed the back of his waist.

Tang Mohan's whole body froze, and suddenly he couldn't move.

It's a bit like acupuncture in TV dramas.

He couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at Yan Luo.

Yan Luo lay in his arms and only gave him a top of the head.

For some reason, as soon as she got close to this man, Yan Luo could feel that the man was full of aura, which was constantly drilling into her body.

After a while, some spiritual energy gathered in Yan Luo's body, and she quickly suppressed the strange heat on her body.

After taking a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at this person.

At first glance, the corner of Yan Luo's mouth twitched.

This man is very handsome.

But Yan Luo has seen countless handsome guys, handsome, not worth mentioning.

It's worth mentioning that when Yan Luo saw him, a name popped up in Yan Luo's mind.

Tang Mohan.

In her memory, Tang Mohan was the trump card of the m agency, the best actor, with tens of millions of fans.

What kind of persona are these...

However, looking at Tang Mohan's face right now, his facial features are well-rounded, his three courts and five eyes are particularly suitable, his dragon and phoenix eyes, he can be seen as a man of great wealth and wealth, with a lot of luck, and a tinge of purple on his face.

The so-called purple qi came from the east, and the purple qi has always been the representative of the emperor's appearance.

No wonder, when she met Tang Mohan, she would absorb spiritual energy.

Yan Luo thought in her heart.

Seeing her staring at him, Tang Mohan couldn't help but lower his face, "Let me go!"

Yan Luo was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and immediately untied Tang Mohan's acupoints, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, my legs were weak just now, so I owe you a favor."

Hearing this, Tang Mohan tried to move, and found that he could indeed move. He said with a dark face, "Don't play such a boring trick next time."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave.

Yan Luo: "..."

She understood that it was really strange for her to appear suddenly and pounce on Tang Mohan again, so it was no wonder Tang Mohan misunderstood him.

Yan Luo pulled the corner of her lips silently, but still grabbed Tang Mohan, "For the sake of helping me just now, let me remind you, be careful tonight, don't leave alone."

After finishing speaking, Yan Luo took off the red rope from his wrist, tied a safety button, and tied it to Tang Mohan's arm.

Tang Mohan frowned, just about to move.

Yan Luo said again: "This is a safety buckle, wearing it on your body is not harmful to you, it is right that I repay the favor."

Tang Mohan looked at Yan Luo with a frank face, wondering what kind of tricks this man was playing.

Yan Luo smiled at him and walked away.

Not the slightest nostalgia.

Tang Mohan couldn't help frowning fiercely.