Chapter 37

The burning pain on his face.

He raised his hand and wiped the back of his hand from his thin lips. A trace of blood red was dazzling.

She bit him and slapped him, which was the fiercest resistance in history, but the initiator was panicked, looked at his palm in panic, and staggered back behind him.

There was no retreat, and a large excessive desk blocked all her retreats.

Ling Han was completely angered by her rebellious attitude, and her smile was cold, and the blood on her lips made people cold.

Ye Huanyan screamed, and was severely pulled over by him, turned over and pushed onto the desk. There was a crash, and the office supplies fell to the ground together with the notebook.

"Don't touch me, I'm dirty..." she struggled and roared, unwilling to touch him with Yi Linghan.

After hearing this sentence, Ling Han thought of what Su Nianhua suddenly clarified after she hadn't returned all night. He thought that maybe she had made a private appointment with her old lover last night, and his eyes suddenly filled with blood. Without pity, he cut one of her hands behind her, and lifted her Hip Wrap skirt to her waist with the other hand, and straightly pulled off her bare underwear.

"Dirty? Let me see how clean you are."

A cool wind passed under him, and ye Huanyan was forced to lie on the table and screamed.

Without any warning, a burning breath pierced her body.

The document sculptures on the desk, a series of scattered objects, shook down like chaff as the man walked in and out of her body.

Clatter, clatter, there is no end.

The man snorted and hit the woman's body hard. The woman's struggling hands gradually took off their strength and fell on the table. With her hands clenched a blank A4 paper, clenching it tighter and tighter, the sweat and tears flowing from her cheek close to the table top mixed together. With the vibration of her body, she constantly rubbed, rubbed, rubbed with the table top.

So she wiped out a sweat mark, which was slippery and sticky, making her sick.

Her cry grew fainter and fainter, gradually overflowing with a groan of shame.

Ling Han's hand constantly demands on her, ravaging everything he can feel, as if to leave his brand on every inch of skin.

She had no strength, let him toss, let him turn himself over again to face him, the whole person was like a fish, spread on the table, his legs were pushed open with his knees, the coat slipped, the button of the shirt collapsed in the struggle, revealing the outline of her underwear.

"Don't you come to work dressed like this just to let me fuck you? What's pure?"

Ling Han's voice was intermittent. While enjoying the pleasure of conquering her, he humiliated her with hatred from the bottom of his heart. His hands covered her chest, kneaded vigorously without pity, and watched her bite her lips, sweat and groan, as if he felt a burst of pleasure from the bottom of his heart.

He pressed the root of her thigh, and shuttled uncontrollably through her body, back and forth, tireless, she was soaked, and the whole desk was wet. With his rough entry and exit, ye Huanyan trembled back and forth like a fish.

His back was rubbing on the desk. At first, he was still a little painful. Then he sweated more and became sticky. The skin and flesh seemed to be not his own. The numbness first came from the lower body and gradually spread all over the body, including her eyes looking at Ling Han.

After the event, Ling Han sat on the sofa to wipe. Without support, she slipped from the desk and sat on the ground with her legs weak, disheveled and messy, like a scene of escape.

"Take a bath, and I'll find someone to bring your clothes in."

Only such greetings are left.

She sat for a long time, until Ling Han impatiently urged her, "what are you doing sitting here, waiting for someone to come in and see you? Do you marry into Ling's house in good faith?"

She bit her lips, held the corner of the table, and saved her strength a little, but dared not speak, for fear that she would cry as soon as she opened her mouth. She staggered into the bathroom, closed the door, soaked herself in the bathtub, and finally burst into tears.

A faint cry came from the bathroom, and Ling Han's eyebrows flashed away with a trace of guilt. He stared at the frosted door of the bathroom for a while, got up and picked up the car keys and her pink coat on the ground.

When I found the car key, I saw the notebook falling aside.

Su Nianhua's gentle and handsome face fell into his eyes, and suddenly felt cool.

He calmly dialed the internal phone, "go to the mall to buy a female professional suit and send it."

At the other end of the phone is Ji Xiaoyue's blank face, "now?"

"Well."

"How big is it, for the customer or..." after subconsciously asking a sentence, Ji Xiaoyue suddenly changed her face, "is it for Yan Yan?"

Ye Huanyan went in and didn't come out for so long. Now she has to buy clothes

"I'll give you half an hour to get dressed."

After saying this, hang up there directly.

The four words of the whole suit emphasize that Ji Xiaoyue can't imagine what happened inside.

At first, she was transferred to the Secretary's office, where her salary was increased and the work was easy. She was still very happy. Later, after a long time, she gradually found that there was no second person in the company to do this position except her.

No matter who is changed, the relationship between ye Huanyan and Ling Han cannot be concealed, and Ling Han is such an attitude, which is bound to bring a lot of trouble to ye Huanyan.

So her existence is actually a shield between ye Huanyan and Ling Han for the rest of the company.

At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this shield. Now Ling Han's means are becoming more and more excessive. Today, he can even do it in the office.

Ji Xiaoyue's face was stiff with anger. If she hadn't worried about ye Huanyan, she must go in and grab Ling Han's collar and ask him if he was human.

Twenty minutes later, she went to the mall to buy a business suit and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"I bought the clothes. Where's Yan Yan?"

"Bathroom."

Ling Han didn't lift his head. He sat on the sofa and looked at his notebook. The desk was messy, the ground was full of documents, and there were some unknown paper towels.

This is the overlord's hard bow.

Ji Xiaoyue's face froze, stamped her feet, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ling Han. She went to the bathroom with her bag and knocked on the door. Her voice was very light when she knocked on the door,

"Yan Yan, are you in there? I brought you my clothes."

It took a long time before a faint voice came from inside, "put it at the door, thank you."

The voice was so weak that she couldn't hear it clearly if she didn't listen carefully. Ji Xiaoyue forced her anger, opened a corner of the sliding door, and stuffed her handbag in.

Gradually, there was a sound of hearing that she was dressed. Ji Xiaoyue stood at the door, waiting at a loss.

She couldn't believe what it would be like for ye Huanyan to be forced to happen here.