President's Contract Wife

It's over. It's over. It's bound to be discovered. And the smile on chenghaotian's face deepened, and he began to look forward to the scene when the man pushed the door. But nothing happened. It's obvious that rinovan has left the first floor.

For a moment, chenghaotian's expression showed a trace of anger, "you win, ha ha." He smiled and looked down at the woman who had started to have violent convulsions. She was wet all over, and her body was red, which was obviously a sign of just high / wet He finally let her give in, but he was a step late, which is God's love for her?

Muzixi's consciousness is almost vague. After hearing this sentence, there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. She won. She really won White almost transparent face, sweat soaked hair fit in her face, telling the desperation just after being tortured. It was the despairing face, but it bloomed a smile from the heart, but it was not for him, it was for another man.

Chenghaotian's eyes narrowed dangerously. He never wanted to strangle a woman so much, but he didn't, but he was more crazy about plunder.

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He wants her, not just the body, to give in, to surrender, to let her know that he is the only man who can touch her.

Sunshine, still brilliant, torture, but still in the continuous, endless Until the setting sun slants to the West

The empty and shabby house, old windows, doors and the whole floor of the room are all some unwanted waste left by the previous family. In such an environment, he asked her for three hours in a row. She was weak and unconscious for several times, as if in a dream. Finally, the torture was over. She lay powerless on the ground, in his windbreaker, like a fallen angel, not inch, but clean and spotless.

Her wet hair fits on her thin, almost knife like delicate face. Her eyes are blurred. In the dark space, reflected by the slanting sun from the window, the beauty is almost suffocating. Chenghaotian stares at her body, and there is a desire in her eyes, but it is suppressed by his cold.

He had never been so mad to ask for a woman, and for the first time he had asked for a woman for hours in a place that was not a five-star hotel or presidential suite. Even he himself is unimaginable. How could he put his windbreaker worth millions of dollars in this shabby empty house facing demolition as a bed? Is he confused by anger?

As if he had put on his white shirt and trousers, he stood beside her in neat clothes. Muzixi stared at the man who stood there in front of her every time after abusing her. He couldn't help laughing. It's over. This time, it's over. Her self-esteem has been tormented by this man, but today she can no longer live such a life.

Thinking, she tried to support her body and pick up the torn T-shirt.

"Wear that windbreaker." Looking at her embarrassed look, his voice is still cold, no temperature.

Muzixi seemed to be unheard of. She picked up the T-shirt that was already in rags and put on the jeans. Anyway, there was no one in the community. The house was upstairs. No one would see it. Even if she was in a mess, she would not ask for his alms.

Staring at muzixi's desperate and empty eyes, chenghaotian's eyes flashed a trace of sinister. Wearing clothes that she could barely wear, she seemed to never know him again. She did not look at him and passed him by. Every step of her legs were weak, but she didn't want to share a space with him for a minute.

Chenghaotian doesn't care about anything, and doesn't turn around. Instead, he takes out a cigar from his trouser pocket, lowers his head and lights it, until he hears her push open the old security door.

He spits out the cigar he inhaled, and spits out a name with a cruel smile in his mouth, "Mu Lingfeng, a patient in Room 305 of Qichuan hospital in the late stage of brain tumor, with a daily chemotherapy cost of 4080..."