Chapter 253

Yan appeared at the stairs of the hall on the first floor, dressed neatly.

Even if the light is still shining on the stairs, let's ask his aunt, who is still standing on the stairs with a smile

Xiao Si couldn't hear Yan Shao's words clearly, but he could see what he was asking through the flickering light. He quickly bent down slightly and answered with gestures: "my wife drank too much and went to the eleventh floor to have a rest."

"Oh, then go to the dance floor and relax."

Yan casually remembered that he had seen his third aunt walk into the elevator and didn't care.

Xiao Si thanked Yan Shao for his kindness, but didn't relax.

Because she knows exactly what her wife is doing.

But after so long, let alone killing a drunken man, even if the poor child is chopped up and wrapped into steamed buns, it's time to come out of the pot -- why hasn't there been any news?

After Yan left at will, Xiao Si looked at his mobile phone again.

It's already two o'clock in the morning. My wife has been in that box for more than three hours.

Xiao Si was worried about his wife's safety and wanted to go to the eleventh floor -- but she didn't dare.

Because my wife said that no one was allowed to disturb her there without her permission.

No one dares to disobey his wife's orders unless he doesn't want to live.

So no matter how worried little four is about ye Mingmei, he can only wait here, lean on the stairs and watch those "high-class young people" dance like a group of demons for so long without feeling tired.

This is a feeling that human beings can't resist. People can only follow its pace and keep going crazy and screaming - until a thundering drum suddenly sounded, the dance music stopped suddenly.

The dance music finally stopped.

The normal light is finally on again.

The rich and young ladies, who danced and screamed wildly, did not know how long, all seemed to escape from death, their bodies were penetrated by sweat, their cheeks were red, but their eyes did not have any expression.

This is a phenomenon only after all the positive and negative emotions in your heart are released.

Then, like a group of soulless people, they stumbled to the sofa by the wall and sat down.

There are crazy girls who lie on the table or on the sofa, close their eyes tired and don't want to move any more -- just like Ye Mingmei.

Even if the devil is still pestering her, she herself is not willing to open her eyes because of physiological reasons, just like the vibrato at the end of the dance music. She can't calm down for a long time, and her instinctive palpitation and movement.

She can't face the reality.

I really can't face it.

She, proud Ye Mingmei, was taken by a man other than Yan Chunlai tonight.

When she woke up from the coma that hit her head on the table, she wanted to die -- she felt that only by biting off her tongue could she be worthy of Yan Chun.

The cowardly man who was deeply despised by her and never let her feel the happiness that women should have, in fact, in her heart, is irreplaceable by anyone.

He is not only her husband, but more like her brother and her father -- coddle and indulge her as much as possible.

As ye Mingmei herself said, don't look at her debauchery on the surface, but she has never done anything sorry for Yan Chunlai.

This is what she is most proud of, even above her beauty.

But tonight, there was a demon who smashed her pride with his strength, which made her soul unbearable and could only scream heartily.

She opened her mouth to break her tongue.

Why did it become an uncontrollable scream?

Until now, she couldn't believe that the devil would be so powerful that she tortured her for more than two hours - if she wasn't armed with a peerless weapon, she would die miserably.

But one thing, no matter how reluctant she is to admit it, she has to admit it: feeling.

Women can enjoy the feeling of being a real woman.

This feeling made her reluctant to die.

Because she firmly believes that there will never be such a feeling in hell.

Excitement, fear, anger, shame and other emotions cooperate with the devil's body. The breath on his body makes Ye Mingmei collapse on the table and die. After a full ten minutes, she can't drive away.

I don't know how long it took before she slowly raised her head and looked back hard.

The devil, I don't know when, had a cigarette in his mouth.

How did he get the cigarettes when he clearly never left her?

"I know. You want to kill me. You even chew it up and eat it."

For more than two hours, Fang Yuan was not tired at all.

It looks more energetic.

He knew it was because he was cheated by the goat: the old man cheated him to practice the combination of yin and Yang.

Just as ye Mingmei didn't believe that he really dared to deal with her, Fang Yuan didn't believe that this woman could stand his crazy attack.

Well, it's worthy of being a woman with peerless weapons. She can not only resist all attacks, but also resist.

No matter what impression Fang Yuan has on Ye Mingmei, he has to admit one thing: in terms of physical needs, this woman is his best partner.

Because in the past years, there has never been a woman who could make him so crazy and bear the attack that all his pain evolved into.

He gave the pain to the woman in the most primitive way -- it felt great. Of course, he had to smoke a cigarette to celebrate.

"You'll die, I swear."

Ye Mingmei stared at Fang Yuan and spit out a hoarse voice from her teeth: "including everyone around you -- so you'd better kill me now, or you'll regret it."

"Threaten me?"

Fang Yuan took down the cigarette from his mouth.

"Cluck, cluck."

When ye Mingmei smiled, she was very frightened.

Because she could hear more longing from her laughter -- longing to scream again like just now.

She quickly bit her tongue.

When there was blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, ye Mingmei said in a quack, "I never threatened anyone. I'm only used to making people think that I did threaten them after death -- ah!"

Her cruel words were not finished, but there was a sharp pain in her right shoulder.

In the air, the smell of burnt skin and meat was also diffused.

The more watery the skin is, the more it is burned after being pressed by the cigarette end.

The devil hated being threatened by a smelly woman and decided to leave her a superficial humiliation - I believe her man will think of something when he sees the smoke scar on her fragrant shoulder.

She screamed and struggled, her movements were loud and her voice was higher.

But the devil only needs a monotonous action to make her voice full of joy again, and the struggling action has become a crazy screen.

She really can't resist the devil's claws.

The first time, she could resist for a few minutes.

But this time, almost after the devil moved, she was defeated.

Her soul began to cry again, like the most moving magic sound in the world, like an awl, even if Wen blocked her ears forever.

"Wow grass, brother-in-law, you are dying. Dare to provoke Yan Chunlai's wife!"

Wen always scolded, ran to the basin, turned on the tap and buried his head.

No one likes to pour his head in cold water for a long time.

But it's not like this. The magic sound that Wen can never resist will make him -- no, it's his business that his brother-in-law is dying in the future. What he says can't be found by the woman, otherwise it will be miserable.

Wen always raised his head from the basin, then tore open the hem of his shirt, dipped in water and blocked his ears.

Well, the old people have a saying that their ears don't listen and their hearts don't bother.

Oh, out of sight, out of mind.

Wen Yongyong covered his face with his shirt and made sure that he couldn't see anything and that no one else could see his face. Just like a blind man, he stretched out his hands and groped forward, opened the door and went out.

"That, that man -- who is it?"

Wen Yong heard the woman ask when she opened the door.

He was very strange: how comfortable did the woman have to be at this time to say this without any hatred?

"I don't know. Maybe it's a ghost?"

Fang Yuan's answer is very gratifying to Wen forever: it's OK. My brother-in-law is not stupid enough to say Ben Shao's name.

With a bang, Wen Yongyong pulled off his broken shirt and ran to the elevator door as fast as he could.

In addition to the 11th floor, there are many floors in Paradise Hotel, which can provide purple gold card members with the best possible service, so Wen will never worry about no place. After a good bath, have a good sleep.

As he wished, he slept soundly until 8:30 in the morning.

After reading the mobile phone time, Wen always sighed comfortably, closed his eyes and decided to continue to sleep.

At 8:30 in the morning, those migrant workers began to work, but Wen always knew that most of the young men and women who came to the party last night were in sweet sleep.

In the past, it was the same.

After all, anyone who goes crazy until three or four in the morning needs a good sleep.

What about the square?

Is he asleep now?

Chum, man, why do you miss him?

If you want to, you have to think about your little sister.

The little sister opened her eyes.

The biggest feature of red wine is that it was very refreshing at that time, but it had a great aftereffect.

In particular, little sister, who is rarely drunk, will feel a splitting headache when she wakes up.

After Dai Mei frowned and hummed, Xia Xiaoyun sat up from Simmons.

The blanket slipped off her.

She looked down.

He is still wearing the black dress he wore last night.

All over the body, there was nothing wrong except the terrible pain in the head.

This made her very confused: Yan casual, why didn't you touch me?

Xiao Xia's brother once told her: no matter who you like, you can't get along with Yan at will, because I can't see through that person.

She also promised to be around.

But last night, she took the initiative to throw herself into Yan's free arms -- since Fang Yuan said he was dangerous, marry him. With all the trouble, I hope those Yanyin envoys will stop pestering their brother and deal with Yan's free.

Xia Xiaoyun felt great when she made this decision!

Just like all the sisters loved by their brothers, they think of him wholeheartedly.

But why didn't Yan touch me?

Does he know that I represent strange trouble?

When Xia Xiaoyun thought of this, the door of the suite opened, and a woman's voice sounded, "are you awake?"

Looking at the water shadow of a slim little white suit, Xia Xiaoyun said after a moment of silence: "we have met."