Luxury family honey darling

"Please punish me, madam." the man named Peng Kui stood by the indoor swimming pool of a luxury villa and said to the lazy woman who was leaning on the lounge chair and pouring wine.

She put down her glass and got up as if she hadn't heard of it. She jumped into the pool with a perfect jump. The water splashed everywhere. She was slim and wore a sexy bikini swimsuit, swimming freely in the water like a mermaid.

Looking at the wine bottle rolling at his feet and the smell of liquor, Peng Kui's sword eyebrows wrinkled and looked worried into the water, but there was no trace of a woman. He hurried forward and boasted. Before he entered the water to save people, suddenly his ankle was held by a slender hand and forced Peng Kui into the water. The huge impact aroused snow-white spray in the water of the swimming pool. Peng Kui's black suit was soaked and attached to his strong body, sexual - feeling and charm.

The sudden change caught him off guard. He choked a mouthful of water for a moment, and the woman holding his ankle wrapped around him like water and grass, swimming up from his feet all the way. His soft and delicate body was close to his strong body. At the moment he felt that he was about to suffocate, he suddenly took a mouthful of fresh oxygen into the inlet, mixed with the mellow smell of spirits, which made people intoxicated.

Peng Kui stared at the person in front of him and felt the charm brought by his charming body. In such cold water, an unspeakable flame rushed through his body and burned himself in an instant. With strong self-control, Peng Kui struggled hard.

Peng Kui took her to jump out of the water and breathe oxygen. However, the woman mistily grabbed his lips again. Before he struggled, her next move broke all his will. The woman's hand touched his restricted area. Therefore, facing the woman who had been hiding in his heart for more than ten years, Peng Kui could not extricate himself from the sinking. He became passive and active, and they sank into the water again.

When a love has been integrated into life, you will no longer compare the gains and losses, even if you have become a slave crawling under her feet, humble as dust, or a substitute for the source of her heartache. Sadness is like a dream, but the initial heart in your heart is still as beautiful as summer flowers!

Looking at the woman sleeping in her arms and calling the name of another man in a dream, Peng Kui regretted for a while. For 20 years, he knew that she had never had herself in her heart, and he loved so cowardly that he didn't dare to cross the thunder pool, but he couldn't help but change back to the regret at the moment.

With her temperament, if he knew that he had a relationship with her while she was drunk and confused, he really didn't know what she would do. He was not afraid of her punishment, even if he took his life, the most afraid thing was that he couldn't accompany her anymore.

Peng Kui carefully let her go and quietly restored everything to the original. At the moment, I just hope that the strong wine can make her think that all this is just Nanke's dream.

In the VIP ward of the hospital,

Shen Zhizhu, who was depressed, finally opened his eyes after closing his eyes for half an hour. He felt that his left hand was tightly held. He looked away. At this time, Yinian, who was originally full of spirit, was lying on the side of the bed and went to sleep.

Even so, her hand still clung to his hand. It seemed that she slept very restlessly, her eyebrows were frowning all the time, and her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple.

Shen Zhizhuo looked at her, and his eyes flashed a touch of softness unconsciously.

This is a contradictory girl. She is as proud as her, despises everything, overbearing as her, dares to love and hate, confused as her, simple and pure, fragile as her, and needs care.

It was such a woman who rushed into her dark life. I really don't know whether this is her own salvation or an unavoidable disaster.

Suddenly, Shen Zhihuo felt that when Yi Nian's breath was sprayed on the back of his hand, her breath was unusually hot. Shen Zhihuo slowly pulled the right hand of the hanging needle, attached her forehead, and a burst of hot spread in the palm. He was surprised at how it burned so badly.

"Nurse, nurse..." Shen Zhihuo hurriedly pressed the ambulance bell regardless of the back of his bleeding hand, and kept shouting outside the door.

Soon, uncle Lin, who was guarding the door, grabbed the door and entered, "young master, what's the matter?"

The ensuing medical staff rushed into the ward and immediately surrounded the burning hospital bed.

Everyone thought that Shen Zhijiao was in danger and was ready to rescue him at any time.

But Shen Zhijiao rushed to someone anxiously and shouted, "look at her. She's burning badly. Come on!"

Yi Nian, who was in a coma because of high fever, was quickly placed back to the next ward for treatment.

Shen Zhizhuo dragged his weak body to the door and looked at the busy doctors and nurses.

Uncle Lin looked at Shen Zhizhuo with a worried look beside him and said, "young master, you're burning too. Hurry back to your room and have a rest. There's a doctor here. The young lady will be fine."

Finally, he took a look at Yi Nian, who was rarely quiet in bed. Shen Zhihuo pressed down the difference in his heart, and uncle Lin helped him back to the next ward.

Uncle Lin called the nurse to deal with Shen Zhizhuo's right hand, and then hung a hanging needle on his left hand.

Looking at Shen Zhizhuo, who had closed his eyes and rested, uncle Lin helped him tidy up his quilt and withdrew.

The room was quiet again. Shen Zhizhuo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pure white ceiling above.

Confused, wandering, struggling and bumping in his frozen heart, he didn't know why. Just now he saw that Yi Nian would be so nervous. When he saw her lying quietly on the hospital bed and losing her past flexibility, he would feel a trace of pain.

Has she walked into her heart unconsciously?

No, no

Thinking of this, Shen Zhizhuo suddenly sat up and involved the drip bottle in a violent shaking. The hand that played the hanging needle also punched hard, and the needle pierced the blood vessel again, and the back of his hand raised a bag at the speed visible to the naked eye, but Shen Zhizhuo seemed to feel no pain, just immersed in his own thoughts.

There was a fear in his eyes that he didn't even notice. It was the fear of his true feelings.

They are opposites. She is Yi Wanjun's daughter. He can't have any feelings towards her except hostility.

He could not, could not forget how his mother lit the fire that took her young life in despair.

Shen Zhizhuo's mind replays the fire that killed his mother ten years ago. The hot heat wave seems to be still burning him. The feeling of suffocation is still as clear as yesterday. Gradually, the shadow of Yinian is pressed to the bottom of his heart.

He had vowed before the fire that he would make those people pay for what they had done.

In fact, sometimes love itself has nothing to cross, but often those who ignore the true meaning of love lose their direction in self deception, cruelly push themselves and others into the abyss of pain and can't be free.

If Shen Zhizhuo had not found this ignorant feeling and subjectively resisted it, there might not be many irreparable things in the future.