C6

With that said, Hu Lihua called Grandma on her cell phone.

"Old granny, wait for the court's summons at home. I must take back Tongtong's custody right, I will defend her inheritance right with all my might!"

Hu Lihua said fiercely. No matter how beautiful her words were, it was all for the house and money.

Tongtong is going to be taken away, no one can help me ? No, there was one person he could definitely do it.

Han Mingyao!

Before I could even finish speaking, Han Mingyao's undeniable voice rang, "No matter what you want me to do, as long as you go to my designated room every night, I'll agree to any request you have."

Then he hung up.

Hu Lihua continued to make phone calls to threaten her. I, who had nowhere to go, simply dressed up, picked up the room card Han Mingyao gave me, and went out!

I sat in the taxi and intentionally opened a small gap in the window. Xia City was close to the sea, and the winter outside was cold and humid. Only I was able to keep myself awake.

I knew what I was going to do. I was falling into the Abyss, but if I didn't, I wouldn't even have a chance to live.

Han Mingyao is my hell, and also my heaven.

Half an hour later, the cab pulled up in front of the hotel. I paid the driver and walked into the hotel with my head down.

After completing the guest registration, I lowered my head and quickly got on the elevator and went to the room that Han Mingyao specified.

As expected of a five-star hotel, the luxurious decor and top tier configuration brought a burst of fragrance to the room.

I'm wearing Brother Zhengyang's birthday present, a dark blue windbreaker, a tight sweater, and jeans and boots.

Taking advantage of the fact that Han Mingyao hadn't arrived yet, I took off my coat and changed into my slippers, then sat down nervously on the sofa in the living room of the suite.

Perhaps because I was too nervous, my mouth was dry. To relieve my nervousness, I poured myself a glass of water. I could clearly feel my hand trembling as I held it. Trembling.

No matter how I avoided it, no matter how much hope I still had, Han Mingyao and I still reached this step. He was the financial backer, and I was in love with him. Woman.

This was an identity I was once ashamed of.

I poured water into my mouth in large gulps, nervously listening for the sound outside the door, afraid that Han Mingyao would suddenly walk in.

To tell the truth, I really didn't know how to face him. The man I loved the most in my life was also the only one I loved.

I looked toward the bedroom, where I'd given up my first time the day before, the entanglement in the darkness. The scene was soft and fragmented. The chant flashed in my mind. I really couldn't believe that Han Mingyao and I had actually gotten into a relationship.

This is the happiness I look forward to, and my greatest sorrow.

Past memories swirled in my mind, thinking I actually cried, tears silently flowed down my cheeks.

"Di", the door opened and Han Mingyao walked in.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, and his handsome face had no expression other than surprise.

Han Mingyao hung the Wind Robe on a hanger in the living room. He was wearing a light brown woolen sweater.

My tears had not dried yet as I stared at Han Mingyao and watched him walk towards me step by step.

The sky outside the window was a little dark, the curtains had opened a small crack and just happened to hit my face. I could not see Han Mingyao's face, I only felt a gust of cold air slowly approaching.

Han Mingyao seemed to have walked for a very long time when he was just a few steps away.

He stood in front of me and reached out his hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. He opened his mouth, and said in a cold yet meaningful voice: "Zhen Ziqian, are you so sad after following me?"

Han Mingyao leaned over, and with his handsome face right in front of me, he extended his index finger to pick up my chin. He lazily said, "Don't cry, I don't like depressed women. If you cry, I have no interest in keeping you alive!"

I reached out and wiped the tears from my face.

Han Mingyao suddenly grabbed my chin, and started pressing down on me.

He hugged me and fell heavily onto the sofa. Han Mingyao was tall and thin, and the weight of a grown man pressed down on him without pause. On my chest, the pain came instantly.

Han Mingyao stuck close to my body, as if he wanted to merge with my body.

I sank into the corner of the sofa in an extremely awkward position, and for a second he and I were so close and so far away.

Our bodies are very close, but our hearts are far away.

When Han Mingyao finally realized how difficult it was for me, he stood up and put his hands on the sofa to support himself as he looked down at me.

"Zhen Ziqian, do you know how many times I have imagined this?" There was a faint sadness in his voice.

I don't know how to answer Han Mingyao's question.

He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath either. His thin lips moved around my lips, and his voice was husky with the effort of keeping it down. "Do you know what I want to do?"

I'm not a fool.

In the next second, Han Mingyao kissed my lips fiercely, his tongue was moist. The head went straight in, sucking hard, our saliva intertwined.

Once we also kissed, it was a light and loving kiss, how could it be as urgent as today? To promote harmony and cruelty. Han Mingyao once treated me as his lover, but now he's treating me as a woman that he can play with as he pleases.

Han Mingyao's kiss was becoming more and more overbearing and brutal, and his hands were becoming more and more dishonest.

Soon enough, half of my snow white chest was exposed in the air. Han Mingyao reached out and ruthlessly pinched my chest. The former softness. Soft.

My heart sank along with his rhythm, slowly sinking into his, because I loved Han Mingyao.

A woman in front of the person she loved, even if it was a light pick. Even a tease would be moved, not to mention Han Mingyao trying his best to play around with it.

Joy and shame welled up in my heart at the same time. Under the influence of my complicated emotions, I couldn't help but cry.

My face, lips, and neck were all covered with Han Mingyao's saliva.

In a blur of emotion, I took the initiative to wrap my arms around his neck.

Unexpectedly, Han Mingyao, who was immersed in a hot kiss just a moment ago, suddenly became angry and ruthlessly flung my hand.

He stood up abruptly, neatly dressed, as if the confusion had been my own orgy.

My face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, and I was lying on the sofa, in the spring of my life. His expression was completely exposed.

After Han Mingyao got up from my body, I struggled to sit up. Perhaps because I kissed him for too long, I felt a little dizzy.

Han Mingyao looked down at me condescendingly, his deep eyes filled with anger. "Zhen Ziqian, are you this lowly? Under your dead husband, you are so emotional. You just want someone to take your clothes off and bully you? "

Very clearly, Han Mingyao was very angry.