President’s Contract Wife

It's over, it's over, it will definitely be discovered. The smile on Cheng Haotian's face deepened, and he began to look forward to the scene of the man opening the door. However, nothing happened. Obviously Lin Nuofan had already gone out from the first floor.

For a moment, Cheng Haotian's expression showed a trace of anger, "You won, haha." He smiled and looked at him, the woman who had already begun to cramp violently, her body was soaked, her body turned red, it was obvious that she had just **** Signs of... he finally made her succumb, but he was a step late. Is this God's love for her?

Mu Zixi's consciousness was almost vague. After hearing these words, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She won, and she really won...The white face is almost transparent, and the hair soaked in fragrant sweat fits tightly. On her face, she talked about the embarrassment and despair after being abused. It was that desperate face, but there was a smile born from the heart, but everything was not for him, it was another man. of.

Cheng Haotian narrowed his eyes dangerously. He had never had the urge to strangle a woman so much, but he didn't, but he was even more madly plundering.

He wants her, not just the body, but also wants her to yield, succumb, and let her know that he is the only man who can touch her.

The sun is still shining and tormenting, but it still continues, endless...until the setting sun goes west...

The empty and dilapidated house, the old windows, the door, and the entire floor of the room are all unwanted wastes left by the previous people, and he was in such an environment and asked her for three consecutive hours. Her weak body, she didn't know how many times she had been in a coma, and she seemed to be dreaming. Finally, the torture was over. She lay on the ground feebly, on his windbreaker, like an angel falling into the world, without any strands, but spotlessly clean.

The drenched hair fits on her thin, delicate face that is almost as sharp as a knife. Her eyes are blurred. In the dark space, reflecting the setting sun from the window, the beauty is almost suffocating. Cheng Haotian stared at her body, a trace of desire condensed in his eyes, but he was coldly suppressed.

He had never been so crazy to ask for a woman, and it was the first time he had asked for a woman for several hours in a place that was not a five-star hotel or a presidential suite. Even he himself was unbelievable. He would spread his windbreaker worth millions of dollars in this dilapidated and empty house facing demolition as a bed? Are you confused?

As if putting on his white shirt and trousers, he stood neatly by her side. Mu Zixi stared at the man in front of him who stood there respectfully every time after he abused her, and couldn't help but mock. ended. This time, it is finally over. Her self-esteem has been tortured by this superior man, but today she does not have to live like this anymore.

Thinking about it, she worked hard to support her body and picked up the t-shirt that had already been torn apart.

"Wear that trench coat." Seeing her embarrassed, his voice was still cold and without temperature.

But Mu Zixi seemed unheard of, picked up the already unclothed T-shirt and put it on, enduring the soreness of the limbs, put on jeans, anyway, there is no one in this community, the home is upstairs, no one Will see, even if she is a little embarrassed, she will never ask for his charity anymore.

Staring at Mu Zixi's desperate and hollow eyes, a faint bird of prey flashed in Cheng Haotian's eyes. Wearing clothes that she could barely wear, she seemed to never know him again, she didn't even look at him, and passed by him. Her legs were weak at every step, but she didn't want to be in the same space with him for a minute.

However, Cheng Haotian didn't seem to care about anything, and didn't turn around. Instead, he took a cigar from his trouser pocket and lit it with his head down until he heard her push the old anti-theft door.

He spit out the cigar he inhaled, and spit out a name in his mouth with a cruel smile, "Mu Lingfeng, a late-stage brain tumor, a patient in Room 305 of Qichuan Hospital. The daily cost of chemotherapy is 4,080..."