Pampered wife in her arms: President, spoiled

Chapter 7 I'm still in a hurry to deliver it to others

She raised her eyes to meet his deep eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. It was him—the man she met in the bar in New York.

For some reason, his last words before leaving suddenly popped up in his mind: "Come back to the imperial capital with me in a week."

It's just that she left New York the next day and changed to a new mobile phone number. Thinking of it now, she felt a sense of guilt in vain.

But soon, she calmed herself down.

"Sir, thank you for helping me out."

Meeting by chance, I have no obligation to abide by the unilateral agreement of the man.

What's more, this man is an extremely dangerous person.

The unlucky things I encountered today one after another, I can't have any more troubles.

The man couldn't help laughing when he saw the subtle, imperceptible facial expression on the woman's face, and pretended not to know him.

Without any explanation, he pulled the woman's arm. The woman had just fallen, and she didn't have much strength in her body.

In addition, what Su Yichen said earlier made her more or less emotionally fluctuate, her body seemed to have stretched to the limit, her legs were weak...

Just as she was collapsing, the man's arms hugged her into his arms, controlling her strongly.

"Let me go!" After all, Wen Qing's strength was not comparable to his, and she couldn't break free even with all her strength, and soon she was taken to a private room not far away by him.

"What are you doing? Let me out!" Wen Qing raised her head in his arms, glaring at each other.

The woman's fists were clenched tightly, and her face became even more gloomy.

Just as he was about to say something more, he was taken to the sofa in the suite before he could make a sound, and put himself on him.

The distance between the two was very close, Wen Qing instinctively stepped back a little to avoid the man's strong presence, her face was extremely ugly.

Huo Ziyan's face was close to her ear, and he said softly, "Don't remember me? Do you need to help me recall?"

Wen Qing's anger soared, her slender arms slapped the man desperately, but he held her tighter.

Immediately, the woman raised her knees to kick her, but her legs hadn't been raised yet, and she frowned with a "hiss...".

The man's face changed suddenly, and his eyes looked down.

On the leg exposed outside the hem of the skirt, there was an obvious bump mark, which was swollen and purple in color, with some blood oozing slightly and congealed on it, making the delicate and fair skin look a bit hideous.

At the same time, Wen Qing also looked at the injury on her leg, and couldn't help being taken aback. Her mood fluctuated too much just now, and she almost forgot about this incident.

Huo Ziyan's face darkened, he saw Wen Qing fall in the corridor, but she got up quickly to find someone else.

She didn't show how much pain she had at that time, and he thought she was fine.

There is a strong sense of prey floating in the man's eyes,

"If you fall so badly and don't deal with it, you won't be afraid of scars in the future, but even if it's so pitiful, I haven't seen a trace of pity for your ex-boyfriend, but you still rush to deliver it to others to make fun of."

After speaking, he picked up the mobile phone in his pocket and made a call.

Wen Qing's eyes widened suddenly when she heard the man's contemptuous words, and her mood, which was already depressed because of the wound, instantly sank to the bottom.

Su Yichen's indifference, the waiter's ridicule, and the current situation, anyone's mind would be fragile, and Wen Qing felt even more wronged for a while.

(End of this chapter)