Lan Yifeng watched Huo Qingcang dial a series of numbers in shock and worry, his heart beating uneasily. It's over, it's over, it's really over this time...

However, after the call was connected, Huo Qingcang asked to talk to Wang Zhigui. He didn't know what the other party said. He frowned slightly and said, "Notify me of news" and then hung up the phone.

"How is it?" Lan Yifeng could tell from his reaction just now that he couldn't do what he wanted to do.

Huo Qingcang shrugged indifferently and said leisurely: "That person is still in the intensive care unit and has not woken up."

Lan Yifeng opened his mouth in shock. Was Wang Zhigui beaten like this?

"Do you hope he wakes up, or do you hope he doesn't wake up?" Huo Qingcang lifted her chin with his long fingers and stared at her with his deep eyes.

"I..." She paused, as the angels and devils in her mind struggled fiercely.

Without waiting for her answer, he put her down, got up and got out of bed.

"You should have a good rest here."

He dropped these words coldly, made a phone call, asked someone to bring clean clothes, and then entered the bathroom.

After a while, the doorbell rang through the living room and reached the room. Lan Yifeng sat on the big bed holding the quilt. After waiting for a while, the buzzing sound in the bathroom had not stopped.

The doorbell didn't stop ringing either.

She had no choice but to wrap her cup around her bare feet and walk to the bathroom door, knocking on the door: "Hey, the doorbell rang. They should be bringing you clothes -"

Suddenly, the door opened, and a certain man stood at the door dripping with water.

He was naked, his hair was wet and hanging down, and there were a few red nail marks on his body, which made him look sexy.

"Uh, the doorbell rang." Lan Yifeng turned her gaze away, feeling her face getting hot. Although she had been "frank" with him more than once, she was still easily seduced by his beauty and couldn't help but

I was nervous and my whole body felt hot because of him.

"Yeah." He responded coldly, took the bath towel on the shelf, and simply wrapped it around his waist. He stretched out his hand to wrap the bath towel around. It was obviously a simple action, but it was done more gracefully and beautifully than others.

He put on the towel and walked towards the door. Her eyes followed his direction, and what caught her eye was her slender back, which was also covered with ambiguous finger marks.

Because he is a little thin, his back does not look so wide or strong, but it can still give people a sense of security.

Yes, for such a bloody, violent and cold-blooded man, once he falls in love with someone, he will easily make that woman go crazy for him.

Even if the object of his love was not her, she would almost go crazy for him.

Soon, the man who was leaving came in with two bags, one of which was placed by the bed. He gestured to her with his eyes: "Yours."

He took out the clothes from the other bag and started to change his clothes openly in front of her.

Can you imagine, an extremely handsome man, changing clothes gracefully and buttoning up his white shirt? How beautiful and delicious this scene is.

Huo Qingcang put on his pants, put on his shirt, and buttoned two buttons. He caught a glimpse of a dumbfounded woman from the corner of his eye, and waved to her.

Lan Yifeng came to his senses and did not come over. She still remembered that he had hit her in anger before. It was better to deal with such a moody man with caution.

"Come here." He lost his patience and ordered coldly.

"What's up?"

"Button it up for me."

Ah? When Lan Yifeng heard what he said, he was secretly surprised, "Don't you know how to tie it yourself?"

"You are going to be my wife soon. Isn't it what you should do to serve your husband?" Seeing her still standing there, he couldn't help but raise his cold voice: "What are you doing standing there stupidly?

"

Don't set the grumpy man on fire! After thinking about it, Lan Yifeng curled his lips and walked over with small steps.

She was still wrapped in a quilt, and her hands were hidden in the quilt, so there was no way she could help him. She was thinking about changing into a nightgown, but he ripped off the quilt and threw it aside.

A wave of coldness hit her, and she couldn't help but shiver. The man seemed not to notice, and ordered: "Move quickly."

She had never served him like this, in broad daylight.

But there was nothing she could do.

The little hands slowly fell on the buttons of his shirt, trembling a little, and buttoned them one by one.

He was more than half her head taller, and his hot breath blew over her head. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and whenever he got up, he would be very close to her. She held her breath and barely restrained her nervousness.

There was no sound in the quiet room, but the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

Finally, the buttons were all buttoned. Just as she was about to let go, she heard his cold command from above her head again: "Tuck your shirt into your pants."

Her green-white fingers paused slightly, and she hesitated for a moment before finally reaching for his belt.

If he had known that he had to tuck his shirt, why would he have buttoned his belt? She was dissatisfied, and after a long time of effort, she untied the belt, and then stuffed the hem of her white shirt into her pants little by little.

The front was done, but the back was still a little rough. Lan Yifeng reflexively approached him, put her hands around his waist, hugged him, and stuffed the clothes at the back.

Only then did she realize how close she was to him, almost pressing against him.

She was about to retract her hand in embarrassment when her waist was suddenly pushed by something hard. She lowered her head instinctively and saw something lifted up in his pants.

How could she not know what that thing was?

She couldn't help but take a step back, but did not push away, because his big palm fell on her round pussy and she was not allowed to push back.

He squeezed her restlessly with his big palm, and the man smiled evilly, and said slowly: "It's very interesting to play with you, Yi Feng."

Lan Yifeng's eyes flashed slightly, and the next second, she raised her smiling face and put her hands on his chest.

She smiled softly, like a barmaid, and asked provocatively: "Really? Do you think you succeeded?"

"You think I failed..." Huo Qingcang lowered his head and put his thin lips next to her ear: "But I think I have succeeded. Otherwise, you wouldn't get wet easily."
Chapter completed!