Jian Chenche's eyes were clear, and his ability to open his eyes and tell lies was evident: "I touch the lamp."

"Isn't the lamp at the entrance?" Are her legs the lamp?

"..." Jian Chenche raised his eyebrows, "Can't you turn on the wall lamp?"

He was lying on the bed, tossing and turning Meng Kui's injured legs, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

If you don't come to verify what he saw, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight.

After smoking a pack of salt and pressing the last butt of a cigarette...

Jian Chenche went into the bathroom by accident.

When he came back to his senses, he was shocked how he came here with a feverish head!

"Mr. Jian is still up so late," Mengkui rubbed her eyes and asked sleepily, "What happened?"

"go out."

"..."

"I need to use the bathroom!"

The lavatory, toilet and bathroom are all together. The space here is very wide, but it is completely open. Meng Kui can see the toilet when she looks up...

She understood something. It turned out that Mr. Jian needed to go to the toilet.

She tugged at her nightdress, and now when she got off the sofa in front of him, her calf would be exposed...

She didn't want to be seen by him.

"Then you go to the toilet, I don't look at it, just don't look at it."

"..."

"I don't really peek."

"I don't believe you!" Jian Chenche stared at her closely with an extremely angry expression, "Get out!"

He has a relatively calm and indifferent personality, but rarely loses his temper.

Seeing that he was angry, Mengkui didn't dare to be negligent, and moved her body to step on the ground quickly...

Jian Chenche suddenly stretched out his hand——

It was definitely a coincidence, and it was definitely not what he wanted to reach out.

He grabbed Meng Kui's nightdress.

Then, neither of them reacted, his hand tore vigorously——

The flounced nightdress was originally thin, but when it was pulled, it was torn in two.

This process happened so fast, Meng Kui couldn't believe it!

When did Mr. Jian, a gentleman, become a devil?He is not drunk today!

No, even when he was drunk, he never went crazy, and always fell asleep peacefully...

Meng Kui's slender legs were exposed, and more injuries were exposed in his eyes.

Mengkui tugged on the rag skirt and shouted loudly: "Mr. Jian, I'm pregnant, I can't do it tonight! But if you really want to, I can help you with my hands... If you don't want to use your hands... Happy, I can use... my mouth..."

"..."

"If not, what about other women?"

Jian Chenche just lowered her eyes, staring at the shocking marks on her legs, and she tried her best to cover up the torn skirt.

However, there is still a piece of cloth in Jian Chenche's hand...

A skirt that is missing a large piece can't be closed.

It took Jian Chenche a while to force out a difficult voice: "I didn't want to touch you!"

"Then you... pull my skirt..."

"My hands are slippery, and the skirt is too thin." He gave Hao an unseemly reason, "Legs, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Jian, thank you for your concern, I'm fine..." Mengkui was extremely embarrassed, as if the secret she tried her best to hide was discovered, her smile was a little flustered.

"If you do something bad, you will get retribution! You were punished? Ximen did it?" He said insincere words, not to hurt her, but because he couldn't bear to "care" about her.

Meng Kui's long eyelashes froze slightly, her expression full of injury.

The corner of Jian Chenche's mouth was full of sarcasm: "You, Ximen Longting, who dedicated himself to death, did it?"

Mengkui lowered her head: "I'm just a servant."

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