Love You To The Bones

Fang Xiaoran shook her hands, took off her casual coat and revealed a piece of lace underwear. Her fingers fell there and stopped.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't take off her clothes in front of Shen Zichuan like a woman without shame.

"Why don't you go on? You're waiting for me to strip you? Fang Xiaoran, how many kilograms and how many liang do you have worth my attention? Don't you have half a point in mind?"

He humiliated her.

He humiliated her so endlessly!

Fang Xiaoran's white face suddenly smiled fiercely. At this moment, her heart and soul were bleeding with humiliation.

She raised her scarlet eyes and stared at Shen Zichuan with a cold and hoarse voice, "Shen Zichuan, I never know what it's like to really hate someone, but you make me feel the taste of hating someone.

Don't you just want to sleep with me? Come on, it's a big deal. I'll be bitten by a wolf! I believe that one day, you will regret what you did to me. But I won't forgive you, never. I'll watch you taste all the pain and despair I've suffered. I want you to live a purgatory life like me. "

The raging anger, in her red eyes, caused her whole pale face to become vibrant, charming and unparalleled, bursting out amazing enchanting.

The man did not look away at all. His cold and narrow eyes firmly stared at her amazing water eyes and amazing face. His heart suddenly rose with a dry and hot pleasure that could not be expressed in words.

Such a proud woman must be energetic.

"Deliberately annoy me, just want me to do that to you earlier?"

Shen Zichuan anxiously put down the wine glass containing most of the red wine in his hand and bullied Fang Xiaoran step by step. The greater the radian of the corners of his mouth, the colder the light in his eyes. Looking back at her face full of hatred, he fastened her waist with one hand and raised her legs with the other, as if he were familiar with the road.

"You're talking nonsense, I didn't..."

Fang Xiaoran stared angrily at the man who had been pressed on her. The next second, his chin was raised with almost crushing strength. His thin lips were covered without any help, fiercely blocking her lips and blocking all her breathing.

When she was trapped on the sofa by him and couldn't move, she couldn't break free anyway. Fang Xiaoran finally realized what he was going to do. Her face was full of disbelief.

"Shen Zichuan, what are you doing? Let go of me, let go of me!"

But the man is deeply intoxicated in her sweet smell. Where is he willing to let go of her?

She lowered her head and took a Fierce bite on her small and exquisite clavicle, until the tip of her tongue tasted the sweet blood, until the woman under her control was so painful that her body trembled sharply, Shen Zichuan slowly raised her head, smiled on her lips, but her voice quenched the ice, "the pain is right, who makes you dare to count on my head?"

If the baby daughter is not suffering from leukemia and needs the treatment of neonatal umbilical cord blood, how can she calculate him?

He was always cruel to her. How could she tell him all the facts?

The deeper fear is that once he knows that bao'er is his own daughter, he will compete with her for custody, because he has always been unable to see her well and happy.

With her weak influence, she is not his opponent at all.

How could she tell him everything?

Just when Fang Xiaoran was in extreme pain, Shen Zichuan's phone rang.

The man turned his face coldly, stared at one side, the mobile phone screen flashed Fang Yanrong, and his tall and straight body suddenly paused.

The bell lingered in his ears, and there was a rhythm that he kept playing when he didn't answer.

Then came the sound of wechat Didi, and a picture with dim light and a little blurred picture came.

It's Fang Yanrong's self photo. He is sitting on the bar, drunk, with a bright red face and confused eyes.

Behind her, in the corner she couldn't see, several obscene gangsters with yellow hair gathered together, and their obscene eyes shot at Fang Yanrong from time to time. At a glance, they knew what bad thoughts to play.

Shen Zichuan stared at the photos just sent without waves and waves. He was tangled in his heart.

Even with great restraint, the black deep bottom of the eyes still shows the boiling of emotion.

Is it to comply with her instinct to press Fang Xiaoran hard under her and do what she hasn't started to do, or to cool her crazy and excited blood, put on her clothes and leave immediately, and rush to the bar to bring Fang Yanrong back

The man didn't think too much. He quickly sorted out his clothes, restored his handsome appearance of suits and shoes, picked up his mobile phone from a corner of the sofa, turned and walked in a hurry.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaoran escaped. Instead of feeling happy, she was filled with sadness.

In addition to Fang Yanrong, who can call Shen Zichuan away at the moment of interest?

In the lounge of the bar.

Fang Yanrong poured cocktails into her lipstick lips one after another.

The more wine she drank, the colder her eyes were, and the cold light surged.

Fang Xiaoran was sent back to her former guest room by Shen Zichuan. What does this mean?

It shows that even if he loses his memory, Fang Xiaoran is still that Fang Xiaoran in his deepest subconscious. He can always leave a deep and shallow impression on his heart.

Over time, the man may fall in love with Fang Xiaoran again and completely forget her Fang Yanrong.

He gave her an engagement gift. The luxurious villa was decorated by her as a wedding room. In the master bedroom, there was a European luxury big bed more than two meters wide, which was paved with red pillows and red quilt covers, full of her deep love for him everywhere.

But no matter how hard you dress up, so what?

He promised to marry her, but he didn't love her. He didn't even like her. He didn't give her a lingering kiss, nor did he give her bone etching body entanglement. He stopped in hand and hug.

He didn't know that she missed his body and that he could give her a hearty happiness. She was going crazy.

Therefore, this evening, Fang Yanrong Ming knew that Shen Zichuan would not let Fang Xiaoran go. She knew that she would disturb him. She still couldn't control her jealousy. She came to the bar to indulge in drinking and indulge in getting drunk.

Drunk, she had the courage to call Shen Zichuan and had an excuse to interrupt his good deeds.

After playing for a long time, without waiting for him to answer the phone, Fang Yanrong felt a stabbing pain in her heart, covered her face with her slender fingers and covered her wet and cold tears.

When she calmed down, her eyes looked at several small gangsters in the corner intentionally or unintentionally, adjusted the best angle, took Zhang Qiyan's sad self photo and sent it to Shen Zichuan's wechat.

Based on her understanding of him, she will come to her immediately and take her back.

After all, she is his nominally fiancee. If she is humiliated by other men, he will be embarrassed and his face will be affected.

Sure enough, before long, she waited for the dusty man to come in.

Fang Yanrong tilted her head and saw Shen Zichuan's extremely beautiful face. She hated her heart for most of the night. I don't know why she had the peace of mind and joy precipitated.

She smiled at him and was a little drunk. "Brother Zichuan, it's nice of you to come. I'm not in a good mood today. Would you like to drink more wine with me?"

With that, her eyelids dropped and covered up the cold light at the bottom of her eyes.