C64 (1/2)

The service industry was almost unable to distinguish the sky from the night. They had always prepared to meet the guests who had just left the plane in the middle of the night. Qiu Hong stretched out her hand to stroke her hair and spread out her palm.

Old, truly old. Time was the fairest of all ages. It gave everyone the same amount. No matter if they were rich or poor, they would not side with each other.

When she was young, she felt that money was omnipotent, that it could buy happiness and dignity. Now she felt that money was dirty, that it contained her twenty years of welcome and countless lonely nights when she slept in tears.

The door to the office was pushed open, followed by a pair of large hands hugging her from behind. A man's aura mingled with Qiu Hong's breathing.

”No, I don't want to today.”

”I think, don't forget, you have no right to say no.” The slightly aged voice was filled with an irreplaceable tone.

Qiu Hong bit the corner of her lips. Her body trembled slightly. With a somewhat sorrowful voice, she said, ”Let me pull the curtains?”

The man behind her hesitated for a moment before letting go of Qiu Hong.

The purplish-red curtains completely separated the luxurious office from the outside night. Under the moonlight, the bustling city gradually fell into a deep sleep as it waited for the arrival of dawn the next day.

Although Qiu Hong was already middle-aged, she maintained her body well. Her delicate skin was still elastic, especially when she refused and welcomed him. This was what men in her body loved the most.

Women had to have an enchanting taste, and not be seen through by men. They had to be tired and bored, and they had to have a deep and profound way to do it.

In another direction of the city, a black figure pushed open the glass window of the bedroom and carefully entered the room. In another direction of the city, a black figure pushed open the window of the bedroom.

Covered in the quilt, Mo Xiaoxiao felt like she was about to be submerged.

Her pitch-black eyes and long silver hair that fluttered behind him, a few strands were hanging down from her forehead. There was a sense of unruliness within her coldness.

He did not dare to take another step forward. He remembered everything that had happened, he also remembered her panic, and he also remembered the child in his womb, the child he had shared with her.

Xiao Zhenhai's decision to let Mo Xiaoxiao miscarry was within Xiao Meng Han's expectations. Xiao Meng Han didn't want to let anyone hurt Mo Xiaoxiao and her child. She knelt on one knee on the ground with her fingers frozen in the air.

Even through the blanket, Xiao Meng Han realized that she did not have the courage to experience that little life that was slowly growing up. She was afraid that he would appear in her panicked eyes.

This time, he wanted to take her away. Looking at her haggard and emaciated face, he couldn't bear to see her calm down just now. Because of his decision, she became agitated.

”No, don't touch me, don't, don't.” Silently speaking, a sharp knife slashed through her stomach in her dream.

Mo Xiaoxiao's hands were tightly covering her stomach. That was her child, she could not let him hurt her child, she could not.

”Don't, don't hurt the child, don't.”

She struggled to wake up from her dream, but no matter what, she couldn't do it. She could only feel the sadness, sobbing and sobbing, and the dream seemed to have stopped at that moment. In the depths of her heart, she really wanted this child.