Chapter 100

"Didn't you say that I owe you something? I'll stay. How much I owe you, and I'll leave when I pay it off."

"You don't know."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Ye Huanyan bit his lips, almost biting them to bleed.

There was a knock outside the door, "Han, are you in there?"

It's Sheng Enron's voice.

Ye Huanyan stared at Ling Han with wide eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly raised a sneer, leaned over ye Huanyan's ear, and gently exhaled, "do you want to try?"

Her back suddenly pushed against the mirror on the washstand, and suddenly it was cold under her long skirt

Soon, the clothes were scattered, and the brown plaid skirt was lifted to her abdomen by rough hands. The snow-white slender leg was raised high under one big hand, and his knee separated her other leg hanging by the washstand,

In a very shameful posture, without any warning, she entered hard. She snorted stiffly, bit the back of her hand, turned her head hard in pain, stuck her side face on the mirror, tried to feel the coldness of the mirror, and tried to keep herself awake.

Ling Han's eyes were red, holding her legs and staring at her eyes. His eyes seemed to be the pleasure of revenge, and the ridicule at the corner of his mouth seemed to ridicule her falling into the net.

The sound of Sheng Enron knocking on the door seemed to be rhythmic, mixed with the impact in the bathroom, severely destroying her nerves. She covered her mouth with one hand and withstood waves of crazy impact under her body.

I don't know how long Sheng Enron knocked, and finally gave up. The sound of high-heeled shoes at the door gradually went away, probably towards the other side of the cabin. Ye Huanyan put down his hand and uncontrollably let out a painful moan.

Ling Han stared at her eyes and accelerated the frequency. As a strange look flashed on his face, after the last impact, as Ling Han withdrew from her body, a burst of burning heat quickly spread from the lower body to the rest, her toes and fingers curled together at the same time, her throat gave a hoarse choking sound, her whole body twitched for a few seconds, and then she sat down on the washstand with flushed color.

The man's hands tightly pressed her shoulders loosened for a few minutes, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead. His breathing was a little heavy, which was particularly obvious in the narrow bathroom. He lowered his voice and fell in ye Huanyan's ears,

"Don't you want to pay your debts? I'm satisfied with you."

At this time, the flush on ye Huanyan's face subsided, pale, cold sweat left from the corner of his forehead, his lips were bitten, bleeding, but his eyes were full of shame and anger.

Ling Han let go of her body, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette, sneering,

"This is my last gift to you. It's a warning to you. You leave when the plane lands. It's your last chance." He looked at ye Huanyan's figure, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold,

"If you want to pay the debt, what do you think you have besides this body that I'm tired of?"

Ye Huanyan clenched her teeth and encouraged her to land on the washstand. Her legs trembled and held the washstand. Only then did she barely stand still. She took a slow breath and barely made her voice sound calm,

"Is Ling always having fun?"

Hearing the words, a trace of consternation flashed in Ling Han's eyes.

"If you don't talk, I'll treat you as having fun,"

She lifted her panties from her ankles, although embarrassed, but moved slowly, and then turned her back to Ling han to the mirror to carefully tidy up her clothes.

Ling Han's face stiffened, snuffed out his cigarette end, and slammed the door without looking back.

Give you a chance, you don't want it, and don't regret it in the future.

You should go when you are allowed to go.

After Ling Han left, ye Huanyan put her hands on the washstand, and tears fell in the sink. Physical pain, mental torture, self-esteem trample, these are for you, and all you want is for you, is that enough?

When ye Huanyan returned to her seat, her face was calm as usual. For more than half a year, her identity as Ling Han's underground lover had already enabled her to change the two roles well. In front of everyone, she would always be Secretary ye and would not have anything to do with Ling Han's private life.

When she sat down, she took a breath because of the pain in her lower body.

Guan Nai, who just took off the eye patch to make up on her side, frowned slightly, took a panoramic view of her expression, and put the headphones on her side, "the headphones are back to you, thank you."

Ye Huanyan nodded weakly, leaning against the seat and closing his eyes faintly.

Guan Nai finished drawing eyeliner in the makeup mirror, glanced over at ye Huanyan, who was shaking with his arms, frowned slightly, and turned around to call the stewardess.

"Please bring another blanket."

"OK."

When Sheng Enron came out of the engine room in front, he saw that Ling Han had returned to his position, and so did ye Huanyan. The toilet door that had just been closed was now open, and there were several water stains on the washstand.

She went back to her seat and hesitated for a moment,

"Han, where have you just been? I haven't found you after looking around."

"Bathroom."

A casual answer.

Sheng Enron pursed his lips, "I knocked on the door of the bathroom, as if no one responded, you..."

"Maybe I didn't hear you."

Ling Han seemed impatient and closed his eyes.

She frowned and slowly turned around, her eyes fell on the weak figure behind the three rows, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

It turned out that the goblin who had been looking for so long was hiding beside Ling Han. This secretary Ye was really hidden.

It won't come to a good end if you dare to rob her Sheng Enron.

Guan Naigang, who was sitting beside ye Huanyan, put away his makeup mirror and looked at ye Huanyan along Sheng Enron's eyes, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

The non-stop flight from Lanjiang to Bali took eight hours. They left in the morning and had lunch in the restaurant on the plane at noon. Ye Huanyan had been asleep because of physical discomfort and had no desire to eat at all.

In the restaurant, the space is quite spacious, with a table for four people,

Ling Han was not very interested. He took two bites and left the dining car. Sheng Enron hesitated for a while and didn't catch up.

"Enron, you have always been where Ling Zong is. Ling Zong has gone back. You are also busy losing weight and don't eat. Why are you sitting here with us?"

Sitting with Sheng Enron are several artists with high positions in the company. They are usually joking. At the moment, hearing Sheng Enron's ears, it's extremely ironic.

Her eyes were a little distracted, and she suddenly picked up the juice in her hand, left the table without looking back, and walked towards the corner.

Sitting in the corner are the three artists who originally sat behind ye Huanyan. At the moment, they are discussing the holiday style of Bali.

"Is this seat occupied?"

"Sister Enron?" Several people were surprised to see Sheng Enron coming.

"No... no one, you sit."

Sheng Enron has always been high in the company, and generally does not easily intersect with these third tier artists. Where did the wind blow her?