Closing his eyes, he finally raised his hand and pointed at the hopeless and helpless girl as he lightly said, "You can keep that girl!"

After saying that, he left the venue without looking back.

"Alright!" Jack was finally able to relax. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a subordinate walked over.

He gave a few brief orders, then got up and left as well.

At night, when Nie Yiyun dragged his tired body into the room, he accidentally saw the girl.

He could not help but frown and unhappily asked, "Why are you here?"

He thought Jack had misunderstood him. He said stay, but not that he wanted to!

The girl spread out her gentle smile and hurried over. She bowed to him gently and then said gently, "You've bought me! Of course I have to follow you and serve you well! "

"Go out! Go find Jack and tell him to take you back! " Nie Yiyun waved his hand. He didn't want to waste any more words with her. He had already drank a lot outside. His head was already aching terribly, so he didn't have the mood to waste time with her.

Then he took his clothes into the bathroom and filled them with water. Then he took off his clothes and lay down slowly.

Lying in the warm tub, he thought of how Suli had also lain there, and the memories came back to him one by one.

Thinking of her laughter, or angry, or angry, or scolding, made his heart sour and astringent.

Something hot was slowly falling out of the corner of his eye. He ignored it and quietly closed his eyes.

He wanted to have a dream, to go back to the past in the dream, to continue to experience her gentleness and her rudeness and her kindness in the dream.

Maybe God pitied him and really made him fall asleep.

In the midst of the haze, a pair of hands gently caressed his bare chest.

Gentle and affectionate.

He opened his eyes a little and saw that Su Rui was kneeling in front of him. A pair of beautiful eyes were looking at him with tender eyes.

"You, you're back?" he asked in a trembling, incredulous voice.

She sighed and nodded silently, then suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips against his body.

If he was sober, he would have noticed that the kiss was too different.

But the ecstasy of recovery, and the stimulation of her ample breasts on his body, left his mind in a state of itching, muddled, unable to think.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her with all his might, rubbing her hard. He just wanted to tell her that in the few days she had been gone, he thought she was going crazy!

He had walked through hell!

Panting at his kisses and bites, she collapsed into his arms.

He wasn't as courteous as before. Instead, he was as if he had gone mad. With both hands, he held her waist as he sat on top of her, directly pointing his desire at her.

It was a violent charge, a brutal rampage, just to release all the lovesickness in this moment!

He had been too foolish, had let her be willful, and had always wanted to possess her on her wedding night.

But ever since she had run away again, he hated himself for being such a fool!

He always swore in his heart that after he found her, he would never be softened by her pain again!

He must make her truly become his woman!