Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The scented black tea on the bedside table is placed...

"I just made you a pot of tea with milk," Mengkui said softly, "You like to drink this before going to bed, it sleeps well."

When she likes to kiss him, his lips taste like black tea and milk...

She once joked with a smile and asked:

[Master Jane, why do you put milk in your black tea? 】

[Could it be because... you have me in you, and you in me? 】

She admitted that when she was shameless, she even felt that enough was enough for herself!

But is there any way, as a killer, the young master assigned her a lot of tasks, and she did not do less to seduce others, her face gradually became thicker.

Jian Chenche glanced at the teacup, probably thinking of that ridicule, his eyes became extremely dark.

"Then, you should go to bed early." Meng Kui said with a smile, "Good night."

I said good night many times, and I tossed for another 2 hours in a blink of an eye.

Meng Kui walked to the bathroom tiredly, so she can rest now.

Tell Jing Jiaren early tomorrow morning to ask her to help change the room.

Jian Chenche looked around the room with his eyes. The guest bedroom is not big, it only has a bathroom, and it doesn't have its own study and dressing room.

He confidently picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

Mengkui grabbed the door lock and shook it vigorously: "Huh..."

Jian Chenche drank tea comfortably.

It's just right, neither hot nor cold, just the right heat, and the milk is added just right, warming the stomach.

Mengkui tugged at the door lock and rattled it. After a while, she finally realized the reality: "Is it locked?"

Jian Chenche snorted coldly, waiting for her to beg him with a sad face the next second, and he would graciously allow her to sleep on the sofa.

Sure enough, Mengkui gave up after finding the bathroom door locked, her hands hanging down.

She hesitated for a moment, took a few steps back, and raised her foot suddenly——

boom!

With agility, he kicked the bathroom door open with one leg.

The movement of Jian Chenche's hands was tilted, but fortunately, he drank the whole sip of tea, so the tea would not be tilted out.

Mengkui put down her legs, walked in and closed the door.

This little problem can't bother her at all...

She was a professional killer, so would she be troubled by a door?She is also much stronger than Jing Jiaren.

If she really fights with Jian Chenche, she can survive more than a dozen moves——

Of course, with her slender figure, coupled with the natural disparity between women and men, she used competition rather than brute force.If her force value is really comparable to that of Jian Chenche, she will be tortured into scum.

Self-defense is enough.

Jian Chenche's face turned completely cold, and he slammed the teacup on the table.

Fuck her! ?

……

So, Mengkui tossed and opened her eyes in the middle of the night, and suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of her eyes.

And it's so hard to die, that man is actually touching her feet!

Stinky~ Hooligan, I'll kill you!

Meng Kui stepped forward, and quickly jumped up: "Who is it!"

Jian Chenche's deep voice was gloomy in the darkness: "Me."

Meng Kui flinched back as she pounced, her head hit the porcelain wall, and she gasped in pain.

The light was turned on with a snap, and Meng Kui subconsciously blocked the light with her hands. Her legs were covered with deep and shallow whip wounds, bruises, bruises, and bruises. She looked very frightened.

Meng Kui adjusted to the light, and found that Jian Chenche's eyes fell on her lap, and she curled up subconsciously: "You, you, you... you, come at night... why..."

Don't sleep at night, come to touch her feet?

Is this Mr. Jane? !