C11

The breeze lifted the corner of the curtain, and the sun shone.

Shi Yao lazily laid on the window sill, looking at the exquisite scenery below, not in the mood to appreciate it.

She was imprisoned again by that scumbag, so when she thought of this, she lost all her mood.

He had originally thought that as long as he could come up with a story to deceive him and dispel the idea of him suing him for rape, this matter would be finished.

In the end, she was still too naive.

How could she see through the thoughts of scum?

When sleepiness overcame him, he could not care less anymore. He could just find a room to sleep in first. After all, there were so many rooms in this scummy villa.

The sun was setting in the west, and the lanterns were beginning to light up.

A royal blue Bugatti sped along the Coiled Mountain Drive. The man in the driver's seat looked gloomy, and the air in the car was as cold as the polar regions.

In the front passenger seat, a beauty wearing a light pink skirted short skirt was tightly grabbing onto the roof of the car. She had a frightened expression on her face, a hint of heartache mixed with panic.

"Jin, slow, slow, okay? I … I'm scared." The pretty girl's face was deathly pale. It was truly a scene that would cause one to feel tender affection for her.

Mo Jintu remained indifferent, but his speed unconsciously slowed down by a lot.

It didn't take long for the royal blue Buddy to stop in front of the castle.

Mo Jintu opened the car door and alighted, throwing the key to the bodyguard beside him. Without even looking at the beauty once, he walked towards the guest hall.

Behind him, the beauty suppressed the disgust in her heart and stumbled to keep up with him.

At the bedroom on the second floor, when Shi Yao saw this scene, she felt disdain in her heart.

Scum was scum. While forcing her to stay, he brought the woman home. Furthermore, to treat a beauty like that without any grace or bearing at all, it was simply the best of scum.

However, why did that beauty look so familiar?

In the living room, Mo Jintu laid on the sofa with both of his arms spread out. His posture was lazy and leisurely, matching with that peerlessly beautiful face, he looked as lofty as a god that had descended into the world, causing people to not dare to approach him for no reason.

With a sinister gaze, her phoenix eyes swept across the face of the beautiful woman who followed closely behind, she anxiously tore off her tie. "What is it? Speak."

"Jin, I'm hungry. Let me make you a dinner. Let's eat and talk. " The beauty twisted her fingers helplessly, her bright and big eyes misty as she looked pitifully at Mo Jintu.

Such a gaze made his heart tighten, and his cold heart inexplicably softened.

Seeing that he didn't reject her offer, the lady was overjoyed. "I specially learnt a few of your favorite dishes, you might as well try it." He ran into the kitchen.

Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that such a delicate young lady could cook.

Speaking of which, it was coincidentally Tang Ziying who happened to know this beauty. Her sister was a colleague of hers, so they happened to meet several times.

Tang Ziying was a beauty, a beauty that could topple all living things. She had a oval face, willow leaf eyebrows, and big watery eyes that were always surrounded by mist, making people feel tender and affectionate towards him. "Elegant and delicate, the typical rich girl is a white lotus flower.

Seeing that she was getting along with Mo Jintu as if they had a deep relationship, she decided not to go down there. Holding her chin, Shi Yao sat down on the stairs.

Soon, the aroma of food drifted out. Not long after, Tang Ziying walked out of the kitchen with a plate in each hand. It looked like she was cooking, but instead, walking towards the stage, her movements was graceful and beautiful.

Beauties were indeed different. Even beauties carrying plates would look better than others.

"Jin, wait a moment." Putting down the plate, Tang Ziying said bashfully as she turned and went back into the kitchen.

After a while, he held a few candles in his hand.

Candlelight, flowers, steak, soothing music.

The two ends of the table were filled with handsome men and beautiful women. The scene was very harmonious.

"Jin, is it delicious?" Tang Ziying bit her steak with an expression of anticipation.

Mo Jintu responded indifferently and did not speak any further. Even so, it was enough to make Tang Ziying wild with joy.

Jin was in a good mood. If she spoke now, he might agree.

"Jin, I want you to accompany me home for the weekend, is that okay?"

The originally warm atmosphere was instantly covered by the cold air. Mo Jintu swung his blade and fork, wiped his mouth and stood up, then turned and left.

Tang Ziying rushed over to grab him, and said with a begging tone: "Jin, that's my father after all, I beg you, for my sake, don't bother with him, okay?"

"Scram!" Coldly shaking her off, her indifferent voice was devoid of emotion.

Tang Ziying's face was full of injuries. She still wanted to extend her hand to pull him, but before her hand could touch his sleeve, a stern shout had already pierced into her ears: "Scram!"

Tang Ziying was stunned by the roar, she then covered her mouth and ran out while crying.

"Tsk tsk …" Scum is scum. The romantic dinner that the beautiful lady painstakingly arranged was ruined just like that.

Subtle exclamations entered Mo Jintu's ears as he turned his head angrily and stared at Shi Yao who was standing on the stairs with her chin on his head. In a moment, she was unable to contain her anger and charged forward. Damn woman, she actually dared to eavesdrop on his conversation.

Being stared at by the murderous gaze, Shi Yao's heart tensed up. Seeing the man coming towards him, she subconsciously wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, he was one step too slow, and his neck was grabbed by the iron hoop like hand. A suffocating pain instantly struck him.