Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

In the next second, he fixed his eyes on the middle of the sheet——

There were no traces as expected.

Maybe it's because the sheets are black?

Unwilling to give up, Luo Yuchen took off the bed sheet again, turned sideways, and shook as if inadvertently, but his eyes were fixed on the silk fabric.

Generally speaking, if blood is stained on a pure black bed sheet, through the light, some traces can be vaguely seen, right?

Luo Yuchen is not particularly clear and proficient in the common sense of daily life, so he can't see the traces he wants to see on the bed sheet, and he is a little helpless.

How could there be no trace?

Could it be that Bai Zixin... is really not a virgin anymore as he thought?

A huge and heavy sense of loss surged into his heart in an instant, Luo Yuchen's face darkened, suppressing the anger rising from the bottom of his heart, he messed up the sheets and threw them into the dirty quilt bucket.

Although, he had said long ago that he would not be ignorant of Zi Xin because of these irrelevant things, and he also thought about not caring about these things.

However, as long as he is a truly responsible man, how many people really don't mind that the woman he longs to hold in his hand and dote on once belonged to another man? ?

It's like when I was young, I managed to get my favorite toy, but suddenly found that it was played by a neighbor's child. The feeling is exactly the same as the current situation, which really makes people very, very unhappy!

That bastard man who once possessed Zixin's body, and was so mysterious that even Nighthawk couldn't find out... who could it be?

Luo Yuchen frowned silently, made the bed silently, carried Zi Xin back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, leaned over and kissed her hairline, "Go to sleep."

Bai Zixin was already very tired, so he said good night in a daze, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

"Cheng Shang, you bastard, hurry up and get off my old lady! Uh... ah... you bastard, don't... face... um..."

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a woman's yelling and moaning, which sounded vaguely familiar, and the words were mixed with the sound of slapping, Luo Yuchen's expression turned awkward, "Chengshang, are you working on something?"

"Knowing that you still call me, on purpose?"

Cheng Shang's voice sounded quite normal, but the heavy panting couldn't be concealed, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have nothing to do, hiss—Ji Ruo! Are you a dog, and you dare to bite anywhere? !"

"..."

Luo Yuchen's eyes darkened, and he helped his forehead helplessly, "Chengshang, I really didn't expect it, so it turns out that your mouth is really-heavy..."

"Get lost, call again in half an hour." Cheng Shang roared angrily, put aside the phone casually, and worked hard on Ji Ruo's body again.

……

An hour later, Luo Yuchen was standing outside the car wearing a black windbreaker. When he saw Cheng Shang who had arrived late, his first reaction was to punch him, "This is half an hour? I have something urgent to do with you, why don't you still?" Leisurely messing around with women on the bed!"

Cheng Shang walked away sideways, straightened his messy collar, and didn't take it seriously, "Brothers are like brothers and women are like clothes. I have a lot of hands and feet. It doesn't matter if you chop off a few, but the clothes are just like this. How about you?" Asking me out in such a hurry, do you want me to run naked in the street?"