C4

"Scram, since when did Qin Ziheng's son become famous!" Xiao Meng Han laid down her body in a comfortable position. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from below. Xiao Meng Han clenched her teeth and frowned. That woman really did do it.

If she didn't know what kind of person Young Master Qin was, she would have already kicked that woman out of the bathtub. However, he was a little impressed that she dared to provoke Young Master Qin. However, from the looks of it, it didn't seem like it.

The bathroom quickly returned to silence, and even the sound outside had disappeared. Xiao Menghan did not move, and neither did Mo Xiaoxiao in the bathtub.

Xiao Meng Han suddenly felt that something wasn't right and used her large hand to pull out a unconscious figure from the water. She looked at the razor blade in her hand and cursed in a low voice.

He wouldn't give her artificial respiration, much less let her die in his bathtub.

Where is this place? Quiet And Steadfast blinked his eyes with difficulty. His consciousness gradually returned to his mind, the fragments connecting to form a complete meridian.

The director let the undercover agent enter the high-end private club to obtain first-hand news materials for the newspaper's results.

Everything was going smoothly. She brought the web-purchased small recorder to the venue, but she did not want any accidents to happen. Wang Yiling was also there.

Silent Xiao Ran hugged her body tightly and curled up into a ball. The heat and endless heat waves struck her body.

Damn it, she seemed to have forgotten something important. She gritted her teeth and her vision blurred. Where was this?

The luxurious room, the white leather sofa, the huge bed, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

Mo Xiaoxiao wanted to stand up, but she didn't move her body. Endless heat surged out from every cell to tear her body apart. She fell back down to the ground and crawled there. An unbearable itch crawled all over her skin.

She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had to crawl and leave.

The sound of water stopped, the door opened with a clear sound, and then a shadow appeared above Mo Xiaoxiao's head.

When she raised her head, a tall man's figure flashed across her line of sight. Mo Xiaoxiao lifted her gaze from the bottom of the bathrobe and saw the man in front of her.

The man's cold breath was mixed with the bath fragrance.

He clenched his hands into fists. He couldn't muster up any strength, but he could feel that he was getting clearer and clearer.

After the sound of several cups clinking together, a strong aroma of coffee filled the room.

Other than Xuan Peng, who she loved, she would not allow any other man to touch his. They had agreed that they would give each other the best start on their wedding night.

As he sipped on his coffee, Xiao Meng Han knew that Mo Xiaoxiao had not left yet. She reached out her hand to comb through her dripping hair, revealing her sexy chest under her half-open bathrobe.

Xiao Menghan didn't like being alone with women, the feminine air in the room made him tighten his eyebrows, he never understood the principle of caring for women, he never wanted to get involved with a woman in his life: "The door is there."

The underlying meaning was obvious. He did not want to save her, and it was already magnanimous of him not to pursue the matter of blackmailing her earlier. She was the first and would definitely be the last woman who dared to threaten him with a razor.

He wanted to leave too, but he couldn't. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something lying on the ground. He took out the blade inside and slashed at his left arm.

The blade fell onto the ground and a bright red liquid flowed down his arm. The heat in his body seemed to have found an outlet and left slowly.