Huo Qingcang looked at Lan Yifeng seriously and asked slowly: "Why are you not looking for anyone, suppressing your discomfort, and yet you come to me? Don't you have many men?"

When Lan Yifeng heard the first half of his words, she felt her face was a little hot, but as soon as he said the last words, it was like a basin of cold water poured down from her head and face, washing away all her embarrassment and shyness.

Gone.

If you think that passion means true love, you are wrong. If the relationship between them starts with a transaction, it will only remain a transaction.

In this case, her answer is simple.

She raised her eyes, looked at him equally seriously, and replied slowly: "I said, I still have professional ethics."

"Ha..." Huo Qingcang smiled, and then couldn't help bursting into laughter: "Okay, you Lan Yifeng! You really love your work so much and are so serious and responsible for your work.

Wow. Should I be grateful to you for having such a dedicated spirit!"

As soon as he turned over, he pressed her under him again, "Since you like work so much, then work overtime and earn more."

"I'm tired of homework and don't want to work overtime." She raised her hand to push him, joking. Her waist was sore even if she moved. If she kept doing it, her waist might really break.

"It's a pity, I'm the boss." He said, with a big palm force, he spread her legs, mercilessly approached the enemy camp again, and began to kill her crazily.

Although there was still moisture left from before, she had really reached her limit. This time, she didn't feel happy at all. She only felt that the skin there was scratched and it was burning with pain.

She bit her companion in pain, without moaning or begging. She asked for this, and she will bear it by herself.

Huo Qingcang was plundering violently while watching her expression, wondering if she had a masochistic tendency. She could get what she wanted if she begged him and said pleasant words to him.

Why did she have to make him angry and let him torture her severely?

He had no idea that the last thing Lan Yifeng needed from beginning to end was his drowning gentleness.

Her reaction was not great, and his interest was not aroused. He just did it hastily.

Once again, he sprinkled his precious seeds on the moist flower field, and then he slowly retreated. This retreat was even more torturous, like a scar being peeled away little by little, and it hurt a little bit.

, instead of tearing it off all at once, just let the pain go away.

He finally exited, and the turbid white liquid mixed with blood stains left deep marks on the white sheets.

Her body was covered with marks left by him when he was crazy, cyan, red, purple... His body was also covered with scratches from his nails.

After this painful love, there was only an extreme emptiness left in their hearts, as if nothing could fill this hole.

In the awkward silence, Huo Qingcang stared at her back with her back to him, her curled up body showing a strong sense of resistance and alienation.

After a while, Huo Qingcang angrily kicked her to the ground: "Every time you finish, don't you rush home to take care of the children? Why don't you get out this time!"

Although the ground was covered with a thick long-haired carpet, it was still very painful to be kicked to the ground suddenly and hit my body.

She got up from the ground with difficulty. Her body was really in pain and she couldn't move for a while.

Huo Qingcang saw the wound on her shoulder again at a glance. The flesh that had just grown out was red with blood, and the marks of the stitches were also very obvious, which was obviously dazzling!

"Why are you still standing?" He said with a look of realization: "Oh, I haven't given you any money yet!"

He took out his wallet, took out the money in it, and threw it hard on her face: "Take the money and get out! Get out!"

"Thank you, Mr. Huo." Lan Yifeng blinked his sour eyes and patted the sheets randomly. He didn't know how many red tickets he had caught, so he was about to leave.

Suddenly a piece of clothing fell on her head. She came to her senses and realized that she was naked.

Wrapping herself in a large white bathrobe, she said thank you without even turning her head, and left as if running away.

The room returned to quietness and the loneliness it had before.

The strong smell of love entered his nostrils with every breath, stimulating his sense of smell. His face was extremely pale, and his brows could no longer be tightened.

His eyes moved slightly and fell on the marks on the bed. The red blood marks stung his eyes.

He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, got another bathrobe and put it on, then came to the large French window and looked at the hateful little woman, staggering along the wide road, running forward with pattering footsteps.

, it seemed so abrupt and chaotic in the silent night, and he could hear it very clearly even though he was so far away.

It's hard to imagine how she could go back dressed like this.

He closed his eyes and sat weakly in the big wicker chair beside the bed.

Her matter has nothing to do with him.

This sentence turned into a curse, and in the short time in the second half of the night, he replayed it over and over in his mind until daybreak.

He changed his clothes, washed up and went downstairs.

The servants downstairs were already standing in a row in the hall waiting for him. Huo Xinmei and Zhao Yan may not have gotten up yet and did not appear in the hall.

He and Huo Xinmei had never picked up or dropped off at the airport, so he was used to it if she didn't show up.

The only person he was worried about was Zhao Yan.

When the servants saw him straightening up and walking out, they all said in unison: "I wish you a safe journey, young master."

The car that had been arranged long ago was parked in front of the villa. Huo Qingcang hesitated for a moment and finally stepped in.

"Go to the airport."

The official business has been settled long ago, and it's time for him to return to London.

"Master..."

"Don't say any more." He stopped Liang Beixi beside him, closed his eyes tiredly, and finally said: "Keep an eye on Xinmei for me. I will send someone to take her back in a few days."

Maybe, he was really a little old, but he just didn't sleep all night, but he felt tired as never before.

This trip back home is really tiring.

The elongated Lincoln slowly drove out of the tall iron gate, then increased its power and drove towards the airport.

The dust was raised, forming a gray patch. Lan Yifeng supported the tree and stood up from the grass on the side, looking at the car in the distance with a blank mind.

At this time, she didn't know how much drastic changes his departure and return would bring to each other's lives.

＊＊＊That’s all for today. Tomorrow is the May Day holiday. Sigma will not go out, so he will write articles for everyone at home. I will also take the opportunity to make up for the chapters that were rarely updated before. I like this article.
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