Chapter 130

Night Yufan was firmly pressed on the sofa and couldn't push him away. His face turned red like pomegranate flowers. He said angrily, "jijing'an, these things aren't what I want to buy. I'll never wear them to you. Just save it."

Just now, I shouldn't have softened my heart and put the black man like a wolf in the door.

She knew that it was better to believe that the sun would come out from the West than to expect him to turn from evil to good.

Jijing'an bit her pink lips and her deep eyes narrowed. "Don't show me, who do you want to show me?"

"Well..."

Like an electric current running through her body, ye Yufan couldn't help shaking. Don't look over her face and just touch his cold lips. Her face was suddenly red by the accident, and her Fei intention spread to her white neck, "I... I didn't mean to."

She really didn't mean to kiss him.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Jijing'an's mood suddenly dropped. Her eyes fell from her clavicle to her red face. Those wandering eyes on her face didn't dare to look at him. Suddenly, she raised her arms and lifted the complete set of underwear in the sofa to the floor, leaving it in a mess.

"I, I don't mean to hate you."

He suddenly became angry, and ye Yufan was surprised and blurted out a sentence subconsciously.

She never hated him, but she didn't adapt to his teasing from time to time and the nonsense full of erotic men and women.

Her world has always been simple. There is a little resistance in her heart to the provocation of the evil charm of mature men.

"That's like me! After that, don't resist my kiss."

The man's magnetic and strong voice, word by word, clearly penetrated into the cochlea of yeyufan.

Too overbearing. Does he still have any freedom and respect for her?

"I..."

Yeyufan just wants to open his mouth to refute, but he won't let him. A big palm covers her lips powerfully and won't let her say anything against his meaning.

She struggled.

In response to her, he sucked more and more hard on her chest, and the unique and gradually rich cool breath belonging to him.

The good smell made yeyufan slowly forget his resistance and fell deeply into the soft net he knitted for her.

This man, more and more know how to provoke her hidden desire in the bottom of her heart.

Yeyufan feels that he is soaking in the warm spring water. He is soft and lazy. He is very comfortable.

Being kissed by him was crisp and numb, and his whole body was soft. Yeyufan didn't know why. He longed for more comfort. He couldn't help stretching his arms and firmly hugging his strong waist.

She had only two experiences. One was at the Hilton Hotel, and she was confused and only felt the pain in her heart. The other was that on the night of Xiaonian, she was humiliated and bullied by Ji Jing'an for most of the night, and still felt the pain to death.

In fact, the empty desire that men don't understand is to fill her heart.

She is only confused, dizzy and hot. She is eager for jijing'an to kiss her and hug her. The tighter the better.

"Don't move! Do it again!"

Jijing'an was a sensitive person who immediately realized that the goblin under him was moved, but he really couldn't do anything to her today because he had something important to do.

Thinking of those bad things, Ji Jing'an was a little upset. Although she controlled the strength under her lips, she still couldn't avoid burning bright red kiss marks on her white and tender chest.

At this time, his mobile phone on the tea table rang, indicating that he had received the message.

Jijing'an raised his long arm and quickly swept the message and threw it back to its original position.

The smell of men is more gloomy than before.

Ye Yufan is curious. Although Ji Jingan is deliberately gentle, she still feels that his mood fluctuates greatly and becomes bloodthirsty.

He lowered his head and stared at her for a few seconds. Before long, his thin lips blocked her lips deeply.

I have to say, his kissing skills are really superb.

After a few efforts, ye Yufan was kissed by him, and collapsed under him, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Finally, he kissed her smooth fingers and listened to her heavier and heavier breathing with satisfaction, but his face was expressionless. "There's something wrong with the company. I'll go there right away."

"Yes."

Ye Yufan is a little happy and a little lost. He sits up straight and arranges his messy coat.

Jijing'an stood upright. When he passed the tea table, he picked up his mobile phone and gracefully put it into his suit trouser pocket, "I'm leaving."

His voice didn't change, but yeyufan still noticed the cold breath lingering all over him.

He didn't look so calm on the surface, and his whole body was full of quiet murderous spirit.

Yeyufan knows that she will never know what he doesn't want her to know.

And all she knew was what he was willing to tell her.

This man is unpredictable and has countless secrets in his heart. It is difficult to trust a person easily.

Including her.

Ye Yufan took a deep breath, repressed the depression in his heart, pulled down the sweater and coat he lifted to his chest, nodded carelessly, hoping that he would look back at her before he left, but he didn't, and left quickly like the wind.

She cared more about who sent him the text message and what it was.

Ji Jing'an walks out of the door of yaluyuan apartment. Fang Tong has driven Maybach and stopped beside him silently.

He sat quietly in the back of the car and coldly ordered, "go to the old house."

If he could sever his blood relationship, he really didn't want to step into that dirty building for the rest of his life.

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

Fang Tong nodded. He turned his head, drove to the wide main road and slowly drove into the traffic flow.

The afternoon sun, warm and bright, fell on Ji Jing'an through the tan window.

He fell in the sun. His tall and straight male body leaned firmly in the seat. A black suit and black business shirt showed more meaningful, noble and handsome temperament.

Leng Mou was stabbed by the refracted light, but he didn't avoid or even blink. He stared at a place without expression. The bottom of his eyes was as calm as the abyss, as silent as before the volcanic eruption.

Touch the mobile phone from your trouser pocket, click on the screen, and the unread message is displayed.

From Wang zizhuo, director of Tongcheng Public Security Bureau.

Only a short sentence: Huang Mao's last explanation was directed by Ji Baiwen. 100000, to yeyufan's life.

The woman he likes, the living life, is only worth a hundred thousand in the eyes of his dirty and cold-blooded father.

What his father wants is to watch the people he cares about fall into the abyss of death one by one and live a life better than death.

Ji Jingan took out his mobile phone and cigarette case, lit it, put it into his thin lip and sucked it up.

It has always been clear that before the brothers and sisters, Ji Bowen hated him, but why? He still had no clue after looking for evidence for so many years.

The car stopped silently. Fang Tong didn't look back. He said respectfully, "Mr. Ji, the old house of Ji family has arrived."

After taking the last sip, Ji Jing'an threw the cigarette butt into the trash can on one side of the carriage, immediately opened the door and went out.