Chapter 672 (1/2)

At eleven o'clock in the night, gilloche was sitting in front of the dresser, swinging her legs. The woman in the mirror was wearing a bright red V-neck tunic dress.

The texture of silk is close to the body and transparent, which can perfectly outline her full figure.

She opened her red lips in front of the mirror, slowly exhaled a wisp of white smoke, lowered her head, white jade like fingers holding the cigarette, only half of it was left.

She has warned herself countless times that this is the last time she smokes.

Smoking will make skin aging faster, smoking is not healthy, smoking will also affect Qiao Yan's view on her.

However, all the warnings and swearing were meaningless. In the end, she still wanted to smoke.

Reality is too cruel, she had to smoke from this little anesthesia, to find that moment belongs to their own quiet.

She narrowed her eyes, the cigarette butt has been to the end, this is reluctant to throw to the garbage root.

Well, only one cigarette a day is a reward for yourself.

The cell phone is ringing.

She grabs up and looks at it. It's a short message sent to her by silence.

She put down her cell phone, looked in the mirror, remodeled her loose hair with a curling comb, and then sprayed it with styling hair glue.

I put on my lipstick again in front of the mirror.

Then she sprayed some gum. Then she picked up the bag and opened the bedroom door. She glanced at Ji Qiaoyan's room door like a thief.

She promised Ji Qiaoyan that she would not go out for dinner at night.

Although she agreed verbally, how could she not go out.

She didn't dare to break the promise of silence.

She knew the kind of person who was silent. If he said he wanted to kill her, he would never show mercy.

At this time, there was no light in the living room, and the light was dim. Ji Qiaoyan's room door was closed.

She was relieved to go out at 11 o'clock every night. This is definitely a smart choice, because Ji Qiaoyan must have fallen asleep at this time.

The child gets up at six o'clock every morning to study, so he is probably very tired.

She crept out, opened the door, went out, and closed it gently.

At this point in time, the whole residential building was in a dead silence, and everyone fell asleep.

Out of the gate of the community, she walked along the road in high-heeled shoes. At night, her long red skirt was so bright that young gangsters whistled by.

She didn't care and didn't bother to see it.

After walking for four or five minutes, there is a big tree in front. In the shadow of the big tree, there is a black car.

She skillfully opened the door and sat in.

The man in the driver's seat, a suit with leather collar, dressed neatly, was silent.

Although she sprayed perfume, the man still smelt the peculiar smell on her body.

”Smoke less in the future...”

”Hey, hey, good!”

She chuckled twice. She knew that silence was a woman who was addicted to cleanliness and didn't like smoking.

Maybe it's a little way for her to let him stop touching her.

The car moved slowly.

Silence one hand holding the steering wheel, the other hand along the skirt began to move dishonestly

If it had been before, Geoffrey would have screamed.

But now that she has gone through so much, she can pretend to be calm even if she is disgusted.

She didn't move and let the man take advantage of her so freely.

Finally, there is a red light ahead.

When the car stopped, the man turned to his side.