C42

Ji Junyang, who was standing on the balcony, heard the sound of his throat rolling past him. Her flawless body fell into his eyes without any concealment, and his obedient voice pierced into his ears, as if he was being fried in a frying pan.

He had been waiting in her room for a long time, and at the banquet she had dared to leave him alone and go missing. He hated texting and thought it was a waste of time. However, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his temper when he called, so he tried to ask her where she was in a more gentle manner.

But she ignored him, and by the time his patience ran out and a call came through, she had already shut down her phone.

She did it on purpose. This woman was born to anger him.

Over the years, he had learned to restrain his emotions in front of others, but she could easily make him lose his mind.

Qian Xun walked out of the bathroom and wiped his wet hair with a dry towel. When he raised his head, he was horrified to find Ji Junyang sitting on the bed, playing with her phone.

His expression was dark and gloomy, as if he had lived for eight lifetimes and wanted to eat someone.

One day, she would be scared out of her mind by him, this guy who came and went like a ghost.

"You … Why are you here? " He knew that he had plenty of ways to break open her door, but in order to conceal the embarrassment he felt from her, he found himself at a loss for words.

"Waiting for you." Ji Junyang looked at her coldly, but his eyes were fixed on her.

Qian Xun thought to himself, this isn't good. It might not be a good thing to provoke this big bad wolf. However, at that time, she had been fawning on him and didn't want to let him enjoy his life too much. She had automatically forgotten that the consequences of offending him were very serious.

A stingy man.

At this time, Ji Junyang was wearing a nightgown, which was tied loosely at his waist, revealing his well-built chest and giving off an aura as if he was catching prey.

A wine cup appeared out of nowhere on the table?

Qian Xun couldn't help but be alarmed. How long had he been in this room? She was completely unconscious. Didn't he see all of that just now?

He was awoken by half of the alcohol, and his cheeks turned even redder. If she had known earlier that he would be waiting in her room so bored, she would not have come out so carelessly wrapped in a bath towel.

It wasn't clear if it was because he was nervous or if the alcohol had numbed his tongue, but Qian Xun could hear his own voice curling around, "Ji …" total, so... Too late, you... Is it... It's time to rest. "

Ji Junyang secretly suppressed the anger in his heart. He threw his phone on the bed and approached her step by step. Qian Xun retreated to the wall; he had nowhere to retreat to. He could only hold the bath towel tightly to prevent himself from falling off.

His tall body pressed down on her body. His slender fingers curled up her wet hair. He didn't need to use too much strength to make her feel pain. He saw her long eyelashes flutter as she frowned, still damp from the bath.

"You know it's late, too, huh? Don't you think you should explain something? " Qian Xun could smell the strong scent of alcohol coming straight at him.

"Are you angry?" She was timid. Even if all the factors were removed, it would still be impolite for her to leave just like that as an ordinary assistant.

Ji Junyang felt a burst of anger. He knew the answer, "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry, but I will definitely ask for your permission to leave in the future." It was better to lower her head quickly. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous to her.

"And the future?" His displeasure was written on his face. This woman, even when she apologized, she was not sincere at all.

"I didn't mean to." "No," she said.

"That was intentional, wasn't it?" If he couldn't even read her thoughts, then all these years he has wasted his time. Wen QianXun, am I really not to your liking?

"Alright, I've already apologized to you. What else do you want? At most, you can fire me." Thousand Sunsets shouted at him as if he was going for broke.

This was the result she wanted. Why? The more she wanted to escape from him, the more certain he was that she was the woman he was looking for.

Wen QianXun, five years ago, what pair of people was this for a lifetime? They were all lies, right? If not, why did you keep your mouth shut when I asked about your information all those years ago? What did you tell me after my eyes recovered? You've already thought of a way out, haven't you? Is it fun to deceive my feelings and my trust?

He squeezed the word out of his teeth. "Don't even think about it."

Just like that, his kiss was forcefully pressed down. As he bit her lips in pain, Qian Xun could smell the strong smell of alcohol. Qian Xun glared at him. His body was like a mountain as he pressed down on her. No matter how hard she punched or kicked, he wouldn't budge the slightest bit. She could only pull at the towel on her body, preventing it from falling.

In desperation, she steeled her heart and bit his tongue with her teeth.

Ji Junyang held his mouth in pain as he looked at her in disbelief. "You …"

What a sharp-tongued woman, daring to bite him.

"Ji Junyang, what exactly do you want to do? "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're the boss." Qian Xun was about to go crazy. He really wanted to extend his hand and slap him ruthlessly, but she didn't dare.

"I don't want to do anything. I just want an answer from five years ago. Why? Why did you want to leave me and hide from me?" His gaze was fixed on her eyes. They were said to be the windows of the soul, the last to lie.

When Qian Xun felt guilty to the end, he looked at Ji Yunshu with a glimmer in his eyes. "Director Ji, you're drunk."

She didn't know how to answer except to use this excuse. The truth was in his throat, but he couldn't say it.

She was already past the age of adventure, and only wanted to live peacefully with her family in the days to come.

Love was too extravagant. Even if she wanted a man like him, she wouldn't be able to afford it.

"Why don't you dare look at me?" He straightened her face.

Her cell phone rang at this moment, flashing a faint blue light. At this late hour, there was no one else other than Ivy.

Qian Xun seemed to have found a lifesaver as he took advantage of the moment when Liu Ming was distracted to push him away. He held the towel tightly and walked to the front of the bed in a hurry.

Ji Junyang's eyes darkened. He coldly snorted as he caught up and pushed her down onto the bed. His heavy body pressed down, imprisoning her hands and feet. The cell phone was ringing happily on top of her head, but to his ears, it was as ear-piercing as that.

He took a glance at the caller ID and saw that the man named Ivy was still haunting him. He stood on the balcony and listened to the phone call she had made when she entered the room. He listened to every word that had been said and done. It was really difficult to part with.

"Looks like you're doing well. There are men chasing you from Luo City to San Ya." He mocked coldly, envious of the worms rampaging inside his body.

A man's intuition couldn't be wrong. This Ivy had hidden a deep and profound intention towards her. Perhaps she was too slow to notice, but it did not affect his jealousy. He was jealous that she had not hesitated to leave with this man. He was jealous that she and this man could laugh and play in the street and in the crowd without any shyness.

And she was always cold to him, as cold as a repulsive figure, and her speech was also so far removed from the thorns. He hated the way she looked, and wished he could rip off her camouflaged skin.

"Ji Junyang, what are you doing? Are you done yet? If you're going to go mad from alcohol, I don't have the time to accompany you. Get up." The phone was within reach, but his grip on her wrists was so tight that the distance between them became nothing more than the distance between the two of them.

Ivy chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone. She must have fallen asleep and didn't want to disturb him anymore.

When the room turned silent, Ji Jun suddenly said, "Wen QianXun, you are mine."

He heard the sound of blood boiling in his body. On the island, she had said, drunken chaos was only an excuse for a man to kill by drinking. Tonight, he had indeed drunk a lot, and his head was clear because of this soberness, and it made him feel as if he couldn't wait to get her.

Inexplicably flustered, afraid that she would fall in love with that man.

Desire had always been irresistible in front of her, walking on the verge of collapse. Whether she wanted to or not, at this moment he just wanted to take this woman for himself and uncover her calm outer garments.

Cold sweat poured out of Qian Xun, he was so anxious that he wanted to cry. "Ji Junyang, you said that if I wasn't willing, you wouldn't touch me."

"I regret it." These four words were like a sentence of death.

He stripped off his clothes that were a thousand miles long.

"Ji Junyang, don't make me hate you." When all the struggles became futile, Qian Xun calmed down instead. He just looked at him with despair and grief.

"If hate is also an emotion, I don't mind."

Qian Xun frowned painfully. Ji Junyang's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache as he slowed down his movements.

It was good that she didn't have any other men and he didn't have any other women in the past few years. It wasn't that he was that great, but when his determination went deep into his bones and blood, keeping his promise became an easy matter.

His movements suddenly became gentle, as if he was cherishing a precious treasure that had been hidden away.

"You clearly felt it, but why didn't you say anything?" In his memory, she was curled up in his arms like a lazy kitten. At that time, she had never concealed her pleasant feelings, but now, he hated her cold and aloof appearance.

Qian Xun looked at him coldly. "What do you think I should do now?"