As soon as she said Cao Cao Cao was here, Hu Lihua called her mother-in-law's cell phone.
"Old woman, wait for the court summons at home. I must get Tongtong's custody right back! I will defend her inheritance right with all my might!"
No matter how beautiful her words were, her main purpose was to get the house and the money.
Tongtong is going to be taken away, no one can help me … No, there was one person he could definitely do it.
Han Mingyao!
I summoned the courage to call him, but before I could say anything, Han Mingyao's irrefutable voice replied, "No matter what you're looking for me for, as long as you go to my designated room every night, I'll agree to any request you make."
Then he hung up.
Hu Lihua continued to make phone calls, and Grandma was so angry that she cried. I was in a desperate situation, so I simply dressed up, picked up the room card Han Mingyao gave me, and went out!
I sat in the taxi and intentionally opened a small gap in the window. Xia City was close to the sea, and the winter outside was cold and humid. Only I was able to keep myself awake.
I knew what I was going to do. I was falling into the Abyss, but if I didn't, I wouldn't even have a chance to live.
Han Mingyao is my hell and my heaven.
Half an hour later, the cab pulled up in front of the hotel. I paid the driver and walked into the hotel with my head down.
After I finished registering the visitors, I lowered my head and hurried up the elevator and arrived at the room that Han Mingyao had designated.
As expected of a five-star hotel, the luxurious decor and top tier configuration brought a burst of fragrance to the room.
I was wearing Brother Zhengyang's birthday present, a dark blue windbreaker, a tight sweater, and jeans and boots.
I took off my coat and changed into my slippers before Han Mingyao arrived. I nervously sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite.
Perhaps because I was too nervous, my mouth was dry. To relieve my nervousness, I poured myself a glass of water. I could clearly feel my hand trembling as I held it. Trembling.
I accept my fate. No matter how I evade or how much hope I still have, Han Mingyao and I are still able to reach this step. He is the financial backer, and I am in love with him. Woman.
This was an identity I was once ashamed of.
I poured water into my mouth in large gulps. I tensely listened for the sound coming from outside the door, afraid that Han Mingyao would suddenly walk in.
To tell the truth, I really didn't know how to face him. The man I loved the most in my life was also the only one I loved.
I looked toward the bedroom, where I'd given up my first time the day before, the entanglement in the darkness. The scene was soft and fragmented. The chant flashed in my mind. I couldn't believe that I had a relationship with Han Mingyao.
This is the happiness I look forward to, and my greatest sorrow.
Past memories swirled in my mind, thinking I actually cried, tears silently flowed down my cheeks.
With a "Beep", the door opened and Han Mingyao walked in.
He was wearing a black windbreaker, and his handsome face had no expression other than surprise.
Han Mingyao hung up his trench coat on a hanger in the living room. Inside the coat, he wore a light brown woolen sweater.
My tears had not dried yet as I stared at Han Mingyao as he walked step by step towards me.
The sky outside the window was a little dark. The curtain had opened a crack and hit me squarely in the face. I couldn't see Han Mingyao's face, and could only feel a wave of chilliness slowly approaching.
Han Mingyao seemed to have walked for a very long time.
He stood in front of me and wiped away the tears in my eyes. He opened his mouth and said in a cold yet meaningful tone, "Zhen Ziqian, are you that sad to follow me?"
Han Mingyao leaned forward, bringing his handsome face close to mine. He extended his index finger to poke at my chin. He lazily said, "Don't cry, I don't like depressed women. If you cry, I have no interest in keeping you alive!"
I reached out and wiped the tears from my face.
Han Mingyao suddenly pinched my chin, pressing his body down towards me.
He hugged me and fell heavily onto the sofa. Han Mingyao was tall and thin, and the weight of a grown man pressed down on me without pause. On my chest, the pain came instantly.
Han Mingyao pressed his body tightly against mine, as if he wanted to merge with it.
I sank into the corner of the sofa in an extremely awkward position, and for a second he and I were so close and so far away.
Our bodies are very close, but our hearts are far away.
Han Mingyao finally realized that I was having a tough time. He stood up and put his hands on the sofa as he looked down at me.
"Zhen Ziqian, do you know how many times I've imagined this?" There was a faint sadness in his voice.
I didn't know how to answer Han Mingyao's question.
He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath either. His thin lips moved around my lips, and his voice was husky with the effort of keeping it down. "Do you know what I want to do?"
I'm not a fool.
In the next second, Han Mingyao fiercely kissed my lips, his wet tongue. The head went straight in, sucking hard, our saliva intertwined.
Once we also kissed, it was a light and loving kiss, how could it be as urgent as today? To promote harmony and cruelty. In the past, Han Mingyao treated me like a lover. But now, he only treated me like a woman that he could casually play with.
Han Mingyao's kiss became more and more domineering, more and more brutal, and his hands also became more dishonest.
Half of my snow-white breasts were quickly exposed in the air. Han Mingyao reached out with his hand and pinched my chest. The former softness. Soft.
My heart sank with his rhythm, sinking deeper and deeper, because I loved Han Mingyao.
A woman in front of the person she loved, even if it was a light pick. Even if he were to be amused, he wouldn't be able to help but be moved, let alone when Han Mingyao was trying so hard to play around with him.
Joy and shame welled up in my heart at the same time. Under the influence of my complicated emotions, I couldn't help but cry.
My face, lips, and neck were all covered in Han Mingyao's saliva.
In a blur of emotion, I took the initiative to wrap my arms around his neck.
Unexpectedly, Han Mingyao, who was immersed in a kiss just a moment ago, suddenly flew into a rage and ferociously flung my hand over.
He stood up abruptly, neatly dressed, as if the confusion had been my own orgy.
My face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, and I was lying on the sofa, in the spring of my life. His expression was completely exposed.
After Han Mingyao got up from my body, I struggled to sit up. Perhaps it was because I kissed for too long that I felt a little dizzy.
Han Mingyao looked down at me, his deep eyes filled with anger. "Zhen Ziqian, are you that cheap? Other than me, are you the same as any other man? Under your dead husband, you are so emotional. You just want someone to take your clothes off and bully you? "
Clearly, Han Mingyao was very angry.