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Han Jing, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and a crisp tie, walked calmly from the end of the corridor.

Under the illumination of the white light in the corridor, the man's tough outline was tinged with a bit of coldness, his gold-rimmed thin-framed glasses reflected the light, and the tear mole in the corner of his eye was so charming.

Xiao Jiu stood behind him tremblingly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

He shouldn't have said anything just now and told Mr. Jing that Miss Shen was also in this club. Now it's over.

Han Jing's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were obviously raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The little puppy kneeling on the ground didn't know what was going on. He held Shen Liangzhi's calf and refused to let go.

The boss who called him here only told him that the woman tonight was a big moneymaker and was very fat.

He thought the other party was an old woman of 50 or [-] years old, but he didn't expect that she was so young and beautiful, even prettier than the female celebrities.

Han Jing spoke in a cool tone, staring at the weak and bully puppy:

"I'll give you two options: One, go by yourself, or two, be carried away by an ambulance."

The little puppy stared at the man with a "kind" smile on his face, and felt an inexplicable chill on his back, as if he had seen the Lord of Hell seeking his life.

"I, I'll go by myself..."

The man in front of him had such a strong aura that he was not someone he could mess with at first glance.

The little puppy stood up and wanted to run away, but found that he was disheveled and his white shirt barely covered his thighs.

He looked towards Han Jing for help, but caught a glimpse of murderous intent in his eyes.

He was so excited that he couldn't care less about his shame. He covered his legs and rushed out of the corridor.

Han Jing was two steps away and looked at Shen Liangzhi from the air. Just as he was about to speak, the slightly open door of the room was suddenly opened from the inside.

The man in a suit held the door frame with one hand, slowly leaned out half of his body, and stared at Shen Liangzhi.

"Come in for a chat?"

Shen Liangzhi: "..."

Han Jing: "..."

Xiao Jiu: "..."

For a moment, he heard his own death knell.

Even if there is only one Jinwu Cangjiao, there is actually another one? !

Han Jing also laughed angrily, put one hand in his pocket, walked to the door, and looked at the man in the suit.

He didn't even give the man a chance to choose, his voice was cold and biting.

"Xiaojiu, drag this person down."

Xiaojiu: "Cha!"

The man in the suit is just a fake guy. He occasionally works out and doesn't know how to fight. He was directly carried away by Xiaojiu.

Shen Liangzhi watched helplessly as the short Xiao Jiu carried a muscular man away like a sack.

For a moment, she and Han Jing were the only ones left in the corridor.

Shen Liangzhi wanted to speak, but found that Han Jing's expression was very strange at the moment.

She moved her thin lips slightly, but before she could speak, the man suddenly took a step forward.

The black leather shoes press against the tips of the woman's red high heels.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes dark and unclear.

The next second, he opened his legs.

There was no distance between the two of them, and Shen Liangzhi could only retreat.

Han Jing had no intention of stopping, and pressed forward step by step until he forced the person into the room and slammed the door behind him.

"boom--"

The door is closed.

Blocked off all prying eyes from outside.

Shen Liangzhi was pushed into the corner by him: "He's not the person I'm looking for."

Han Jing stared at her eyelashes, which were thick and long, with distinct roots. He leaned down and got close to her face, not shying away from his true thoughts:

"I know that if it weren't for this, they would be in trouble tonight."

Shen Liangzhi frowned slightly.

Again.

Han Jing supported the wall with one hand, his muscles all tense, like a hunter ready to go, and lowered his voice to coax:
"Chat?"

His voice was dark and grainy.

Shen Liangzhi pressed his back against the wall: "Are you sure you want to chat with me in this posture?" "What kind of posture does Zhizhi like?"

Han Jing raised his hand, and his body was a little restless after drinking. He loosened his tie irritably, and the thick veins on the back of his hand jumped one by one, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Overwhelming male hormones enveloped this world.

His shocked eyebrows were lowered, staring at Shen Liangzhi's red lips, and suddenly he smiled like a yuppie and said lazily.

"No matter what position you take, brother can accompany you."

Shen Liangzhi did not hide or dodge, looking at him with clear black and white eyes:
"What are you so angry about?"

Han Jing stared at the red tips of her ears: "You really don't know why I'm angry?"

A layer of window paper was about to be pierced by him.

"Zhizhi, you have to admit that you don't hate me."

His tone was subtle and determined.

He knew her temper, and if she really hated him, she would have slapped him in the face.

Shen Liangzhi admitted frankly:

"Yes, I don't hate it."

From the very beginning, he helped her solve many problems. He repeatedly acted as a shield to block Cheng Lin for her. In order to protect her, he did not hesitate to expose his identity at the Shen family banquet. He was worried that she would not be able to go to college. He read it every day. Various teaching aids were provided, and the key points were circled for her personally.

Han Jing heard her subtext and his eyes flashed.

Don’t hate ≠ like.

He was not annoyed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"You always like to reserve a bit of what you say. If you don't hate it, you just like it."

Shen Liangzhi doesn’t like to be analyzed:

"Han Jing, don't push yourself too far."

Han Jing's body was close to hers, with only the thickness of a piece of white paper inserted between their bodies. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his tone became slutty again, and his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed:
"I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to go one more foot further."

one foot.

33.3333 cm.

It's somewhat embarrassing.

Shen Liangzhi quietly raised his feet and stepped on his leather shoes with the tips of her high heels.

There was a smile in Han Jing's eyes.

"Answer me a question and I'll let go."

Shen Liangzhi looked back at him.

Han Jing's eyes were filled with laughter and teasing: "Which one do you like, the little puppy or the big wolfdog?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew that he was asking the two people just now.

Shen Liangzhi narrowed his phoenix eyes and said quietly:
"I like mute dogs that can't talk."

Han Jing, who had been talked too much by the connotation, did not feel ashamed. Instead, his peach blossom eyes rose and his face looked satisfied.

He stood up slowly, took back his hand on the wall, took two steps back, and began to look around the room.

The presidential suite is a decent one, decorated in mahogany style, with low-key luxury and connotation.

The only difference is that on the white Simmons bed, there is a "heart" shape surrounded by red rose petals.

Han Jing sarcastically attacked the aesthetics of the person behind it:
"It's so tacky."

Shen Liangzhi: "..."

He looked to his left and then to his left.

There is a large black solid wood box at the head of the bed.

Han Jing moved his fingertips slightly and opened the lid.

When he saw what was inside, his eyes had no clear meaning.

He picked up the small black leather whip with two fingers. It was made of snakeskin. The handle was shiny and uneven.

He looked back at Shen Liangzhi.

Although it was not something she had prepared, Shen Liangzhi felt a rare sense of shame.

"You don't move."

She took a few steps forward and held down the back of his flailing hands.