The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

There was a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a faint smell of blood. He silently rolled down the car window. The cold wind was biting, but she leaned close to him without knowing the danger. Her hot breath hit his neck and gently teased him.

After a while, the designated driver drove the car to the destination.

"Can you get out of the car and walk by yourself?" he asked coldly.

"I... can."

When Xu Zehao heard her say yes, he got out of the car on his own and stood beside the car waiting for her to come out.

After waiting for a long time and seeing her still not coming out, he leaned over and looked into the car, only to find that she was sitting in the car without moving at all.

Xu Zehao sighed silently, stretched out his slender, bony hands, reached over her waist to unbuckle the seat belt, then hooked his hands around her waist and pulled her out.

Xu Zehao looked coldly at the woman in front of him who could hardly stand steadily and was burrowing into his arms like a cat. He wondered if he had a brain short circuit, otherwise why would he pick up a woman who was drunk and wandering on the street late at night and take her home.

He tried to support her as she walked, but as soon as he grabbed her arm, she cried out in pain. He was too lazy to waste time with her outside, so he just hugged her in his arms like a princess and strode forward with his long legs.

"You are so beautiful." She looked at him with drunken eyes, smiling like a flower, and reached out to touch his cold cheek.

He turned his face away and didn't let her succeed. He asked in a cold and emotionless tone, "Do you usually praise your sponsors like this?"

She seemed not to have heard him and did not answer him. She burrowed into his arms like a cat, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

Entering the room, he put her on the sofa and looked at her coldly. She was totally unaware and still recklessly grabbed his arm, using the force to stand up tremblingly, then opened her arms and hugged him tightly, rubbing her face against his chest with half-closed eyes and an intoxicated look on her face.

"Zhou Yian, do you know what you are doing? Since when did you become so self-degrading?" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently, his tone clearly filled with anger at her for not fighting back.

His action cleared her confused mind for a short time. Her face instantly turned into an expression of extreme pain. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him hard. Her brain was working rapidly and she finally recognized who the man in front of her was.

Then she pushed him away suddenly, covered her head and muttered to herself: "Go away, go quickly, don't stay here, I... I'm going to... ah, go away quickly, don't worry about me."

She fell on the sofa with her long hair scattered, her delicate features twisted and painful because of her forbearance and restraint. She buried her head in her arms and repeated, "Go away, leave me alone."

"Are you so short of money? Can you ruin yourself like this for money?" Instead of leaving, he squatted down and asked coldly.

The obscene appearance of the out-of-control old man appeared in her mind. She wondered if she would do the same to him later, obscene, dissolute and shameless. No, she could not let this man see her in such a disgusting state.

"Yes, I need it, I need it very much, so don't bother me. I am dirty. For money, I can do anything. Go away, go away, quickly." The tone was urgent, almost begging.

She hated this superior man who always assumed the worst of her.

"Ah, it hurts, what are you doing?" He reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragged her directly to the bathroom, and pushed her hard in front of the mirror.

He stood behind her, holding up her chin with one hand and holding the back of her head with the other hand, forcing her to look up at herself in the mirror. "Zhou Yian, look at yourself now, don't you think you're ridiculous?"

She was in the mirror with her clothes in disarray. The clothes on her chest were covered with dust because she had fallen to the ground before. Her hair was disheveled and scattered on both sides of her cheeks. Her bright eyes now became empty and lifeless. Her unkempt appearance made her look very decadent.

Zhou Yian looked at himself in the mirror quietly and suddenly laughed out loud, "What's wrong? Doesn't Mr. Xu like me like this?"

"Other clients really like people like me, young, beautiful, graceful and full of energy." She turned around and looked at him face to face, winking at him, then reached out and gently stroked his cheek. She was deliberately provoking him.

Since he hates depravity, let him see his own depravity, make him sick, and it would be best if he could stay away from you.

The hot hands touched the cold face, and the cool feeling made her addicted. The drugs and alcohol had already taken effect in her body. Her consciousness began to get out of control, and her desires were clamoring, ready to take her down.

"Other men are so distracted when they see me that they want to sleep with me right away, but you, Mr. Xu, don't seem to react at all to my teasing..." The unfounded things sounded serious when they came out of her mouth.

The man's thin lips moved slightly, and he spoke again, "You are so cheap."

She ignored his contempt, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, word by word, "You...are you unable to do this?" There was naked provocation in her words.

She forgot that she could not tease a man like him. She did not see the raging anger in his eyes. To tease him would be to play with fire and seek death.