C47 (2/2)

But soon, Han Yong couldn't laugh anymore because Linda was already pulling clothes on the street, not hers, but his.

Han Yong only managed to get Linda into the car after carrying her for a while. His clothes were already becoming cloth strips. Seeing how Linda's face was flushed red and abnormal, Han Yong remembered the words of the man nurse and her face turned black.

Linda, did he want to strangle her?

Along the way, the car sped off like lightning, and Han Yong finally returned to his home before Linda stripped off his clothes. Without caring about the recording in the garage, he directly carried Linda back to his house and threw her into the bathtub.

”Han Yong, you murdered him.” Linda woke up a little bit with the stimulation of the cold water, and screamed out in the next second.

Heavens, she was in too much pain. Her body was on fire, but that cold water stimulated her whole body to the point of trembling. As she struggled, Han Yong steeled his heart and pushed her into the bathtub.

Han Yong was silent, his expression cold. If he allowed Linda to go down, she would dig a hole in the sky.

”Han Yong, you bastard, you stinking man, I know, haha, you like me, but you won't let me find Xiao Meng Han because you're jealous, you poor man, you despicable bastard.” Linda roared, and without caring about her usual arrogant attitude, she took off her high heels and hit towards Han Yong. Han Yong's head dodged, but his shoulder was heavily hit.

Han Yong wasn't much better, his shoulder was burning in pain, and he was in an even more sorry state. He was so angry that he threw Linda into the bathtub, turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't expect that she would hug his waist.

”Meng Han, I like you. Why didn't you come and see me? It must be that despicable Han Yong. If he doesn't tell you, I'm here. Meng Han, don't go, don't go.”

He didn't struggle free, but Linda hugged him even more tightly.

”Linda, look carefully, who am I?”

”Meng Han.” Linda smiled in a daze, and stared at Han Yong with her big hazy eyes, and finally smiled even more brilliantly: ”Xiao MengHan.”

Han Yong's face was filled with black lines. How did he provoke this witch? Grabbing Linda's shoulders with both hands, Han Yong thought of Xiao Menghan and Mo Xiaoxiao who were working together lovingly in the villa. He pulled out a bitter smile and said to Linda, ”The woman Xiao Menghan likes can't be yours, Linda, give up, you can go back tomorrow. If you don't go back, I'll call them and tell them to tie you up.”

”Meng Han, who do you like? ”Did some little vixen seduce you while I'm not around you? I'm telling you, Meng Han.”

He didn't want to explain to a woman that he didn't know how to explain to her that it was impossible for the man she loved to like her.

As they pushed, two figures fell to the ground. Linda kissed Han Yong's lips, her small hands busily opening Han Yong's pants, she wanted to become Meng Han's woman, thinking: This way, those fox spirits wouldn't be able to steal away Xiao Meng Han.

Han Yong didn't know why he didn't push Linda away, but after thinking about it countless times, he still couldn't understand why he didn't push Linda away that night, and then everything that shouldn't have happened happened happened, the entanglement of his body, the erosion of his breath, from the ground to the bed, the scattered clothes, the heavy breathing, the night became deeper, the deeper it was, as if black water could seep out.