Chapter 140 (1/2)

If you want to get there in one step, you have to take risks.

The greater the risk, the greater the return.

”Cold?”

Ling Han's eyes are a little intoxicated. Sheng Enron shouts a few times, as if he didn't hear them. He leans back on the chair and is in a trance.

Sheng Enron's eyes flashed a trace of success,

She put down her knife and fork, got up and helped Ling Han upstairs. She stumbled open the door of the master bedroom and put him on the bed.

After leaning against the bed for a breath, she raised her hand, and her bright red nails ran across his cheek, uncontrollably excited,

The delicate and charming face gradually blurred, and gradually revealed a sweet and pure face,

Without the application of powder and Dai, the words smile sweetly,

The brow was cold and brow eyed, and suddenly turned over and pressed the man in front of him. He bent down to kiss her neck, and the strong perfume made him frown, murmuring his eyes.

”I said, I don't love the smell of any perfume on you.”

Sheng Enron was stunned for a few seconds, and his sense of urgency suddenly disappeared,

Looking at the man who let go of her lying on his back, she frowned and eagerly climbed up from the bed,

”Han, wait for me. I'll take a bath.”

Anyway, it's been a long time. It's just beginning to work now. Don't worry.

There was a clatter of water from the bathroom,

The man staggered to his feet with the help of the bedpost, followed the habit of going to the bathroom across the corridor, passed by the locked room, and frowned at it for a long time.

Sheng ran out of the shower, wrapped in a pure white bath towel, and carefully recognized that she had no smell of perfume before she came out. She bites her lips and walks towards the direction of the bed.

”Cold... I've washed it...”

“……”

”Cold...”

Looking at the empty bed, Sheng Enron's face changed. Holding the bath towel on his chest, he quickly ran towards the bedroom door. The locked room was half open, and the ”big group photo” that should have been at the head of the bed disappeared.

Outside the house came the sound of the car starting,

Sheng Enron's face darkened, and he chased downstairs crazily barefoot,

All the way to the villa yard, the black car left only the bad smell of exhaust, long gone Linghan trace.

She angrily looked at the direction of the car disappeared, took off the towel on her head and fell on the lawn.

His eyes were red, and his eyes flashed with anger,

”Linghan!”

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