Chapter 22 The Slave of Love [Limited]

The window is still clean and bright.

As this underground love affair broke out, their greed and joyful stay became more and more intense.

He is the head of the Song Group and a celebrity. If they did not disclose their relationship to the outside world, Tang Wanyu was very afraid. With his identity, people outside knew that he was involved in his sister-in-law, which would have been somewhat affected by his reputation and would easily be taken advantage of by those who are interested.

Maybe she thought too much, but she couldn't help but think about him.

Wiping the cup on her hand, she seemed to have lost seven souls and looked out the window. The Song family's house door was wide and the courtyard was no longer visible. I remembered the warmth in his arms last night. He treated her very well these days, unlike the day she came back from France, where she seemed to have his smell, but she was worried.

Wan Yu, Li Bizhu, who was eating melon seeds, saw her absent-minded.

You seem to have been in Shijie's room recently. Does he often ask you to discuss matters in the company?A little thoughtful.

Unexpectedly, when my mother-in-law suddenly asked this, the cup fell from her hand in an instant, and the harsh sound made Li Bizhu frown.

No... No... It seemed like she had done something wrong and grabbed the scarf on her chest. Her heart was beating like thunder and her nerves were tense, thinking that the matter was about to be revealed.

But I often see you not sleeping in the room, where have you gone to sleep?Li Bizhu blinked and confused.

Well, I'm in the room... I was anxious, and she was busy, but found that she was getting darker and darker as she drew.Yes... you didn't see it.

Li Bizhu thought this way in her heart:

I used to think she and Shijie were not getting along well, but I found that it seemed that it was not.

If she had a good relationship with Shijie, would she disclose the company's financial situation?

Then this good wife has a certain status in Shijie's heart and is easy to gain his trust.

Shijie has come back almost every day recently and has never been so diligent before...

I... go deal with this.Picking up the broken cup to avoid her mother-in-law's annoying doubts. When Li Bizhu saw her avoiding her on excuses, she dodged the servant's hand that she wanted to do for her.

The autumn afternoon is thick, and the black mist gradually dissolves into the maple-dyed sky.

She stood like a statue next to the side door walkway, with her black silk clothes fluttering in the wind, like a little wife waiting for her husband to return.

The yard next to the mansion was planted in rows of hazel trees, and the rolled yellow leaves swept down like rain.

There was no car coming in the courtyard, but there were wheels passing by. Anyway, the knot could not enter the house. She walked closer and flashed through the sights of several sweepers, and saw a car carrying a convertible under two big trees.

Her heart was shocked. Why did this familiar vehicle be here? She was close to the black glass window and couldn't see it inside. She pulled the door panel with both hands, but because of excessive force, she suddenly slipped forward and hit a hard object inside.

I touched my nose and looked closely, and then I realized that the person I missed was right in front of me.

His face was so close to her that she almost stopped her heartbeat. She got up and quickly shrank back, but found that he was not moving.

After careful observation, his face, his eyes were closed with a clear outline, his breathing evenly, his usual sexy and straight lips were now slightly open, and his too big head was spread in a comfortable seat, with his face looking like a child in the darkness.

Is he asleep?

Maybe the driver didn't dare to wake him up when he saw him asleep; Tang Wanyu thought.

As long as we don’t break the original relationship, I still love you, you still love Renqing, and can only think about Renqing; I will give you whatever you want.

She stared at him in a daze, remembering what he said that day, asking her to wait for him on the island, and decided that this was the case when she came back. She looked sad and unwilling.

There is a comfortable air conditioner in the car, and he seems to be unable to sleep well and sweating on his forehead.

She had never seen him sleep like this. She leaned close to Mingmèi's eyes and found that his eyelashes were so long. It turned out that he was so harsh that he had never been sleeping, but was much more cute. She opened her eyes wide and wanted to imprint this rare appearance in her mind. She remembered the hateful day, and stretched out her nails to shave a few pranks on his face.

But he found that his lips turned white and his forehead had more cold sweat, as if he was having a nightmare...

bloody.

The woman's neck was almost broken, and blood surged from the broken place to the entire twisted limb, her eyes staring like copper bells. Under the erosion of the torrential rain, the surrounding piers were covered with blood, dyed into a shocking red.

The bloody eyes of the copper bell stared at him, arrogantly, as if telling him:

Look!That's how I ended up.Don’t believe in love, there is no love in this world.

Cold sweats frequently appeared on the back of his neck, and the scene of how he had never stopped... He struggled, trying to escape, but his feet were like frozen...

Suddenly, a hand was rubbed across his forehead, and the tender touch brought him back to reality.

What's wrong with you? Are you having nightmares?After taking back the little devil's face, Tang Wanyu's face was worried and wiped his forehead with a hand towel.

Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Song Shijie still didn't come back to his senses for a long time, staring at the worried and beautiful face in front of him.

Usually in the company and at home, everyone is timid with him. He is used to giving orders. No one will touch him, and the care that penetrates into his heart is as gentle as his family.

Only that silly brother, when he had this nightmare before, always Song Renqing woke him up... Now it's her.

How many years have I not had this dream? Why did I start again...

Realizing that he opened his eyes and stared at him, Tang Wanyu retracted his hand, afraid that he would be unhappy, and retreated fearfully to climb out of the seat.

I... saw you lying here, and it seemed like you were uncomfortable, so I helped you wipe your sweat... It's nothing else, I... Let's go now.

He quickly caught her hand that she wanted to leave, and the man held her slender waist and carried her on his knees.

Unfortunately, she could not replace his younger brother, but Pity's younger brother was his only loved relative he admitted. He could not forget how she made him lose his younger brother, causing pain.

I haven't met for only one day, so I started to miss me?Song Shijie teased, and his confused mood turned into anger.

This woman murdered her husband for her brother's property. It took him a year to play games with her before he could catch her. How could he mislead the opportunity to torture her?

He stared at the cleavage between the two round mounds on his chest, which was faintly visible under the cover of black lace. He pulled down the collar that was high up to his neck with his big hands, buried his nose bridge in the pink neck of his favorite clothes, and his cheeks were polished to his smooth naked shoulders.

Although... there is no evidence, how to explain the failure of the vehicle brake in the accident.

I didn't miss you... I miss Renqing... I thought of his mourning hall.Tang Wanyu replied as he ordered, but in fact he would visit her husband regularly every day.

His fingers scratched the lace bra, and his palm grabbed two pieces of curd and rubbed them through the silk clothes, unable to grasp or pull them away, making her speech less standard.

Unexpectedly, her words suddenly stabbed his heart, and it hurt a little strangely, just like the agreement that day that she wanted her to be his mistress. She understood what he meant without any resistance. How could he do this to hurt him without revenge?

Really don't miss me?If I don’t think I won’t come here, aren’t I looking for me everywhere?You still love to speak out and be wrong...

He suddenly hated that she always wore such dense black clothes, and it was very uncomfortable to do things every time she wanted to have sex.

After taking off his clothes for a long time, he still couldn't present the beautiful scenery on his chest before his eyes. He began to be anxious...

But when it comes into contact with delicate skin like a baby, the throat makes a comfortable whisper, and as soon as it touches her, the body starts to heat up.

I didn't lie...I really don't miss you!She shook her head desperately, not paying attention to the long hair braided into a bun being put down, forming a wild and beautiful style. Her body was suddenly supported forward, and the long and narrow skirt on her hem was rudely torn apart by the man.