Luxury hunting love: Mr.Ou, you angered me

"Ou Cheng, you must have never thought you would fall into my hands."

On the floor beside the bed, a graceful and thinly dressed woman sat with bare feet and knees. Her deep eyes stared at the sleeping man. Her voice was as light as the breeze entering the window at night: "five years ago, you ruined my plan with one word and tortured me. Now, it's your turn to pay the price."

She stood up slowly with her hands on the ground, sat on the man, picked up a pot of ice water and poured it on his face.

Oucheng shivered, frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were only in a trance for a few seconds, and then recovered sharp and cold. He stared at the woman on his body: "go away, don't touch me..."

His voice was very dry and hoarse. It was like suffering from severe pharyngitis. He couldn't speak for a moment.

The corners of a woman's lips are slightly hooked. Her thin fingers are inserted into his tie knot and gently hooked.

"You should know my identity," oucheng tightened every nerve and line of his body, endured the pain of his throat and warned the other party, "are you sure you can afford to calculate me like this?"

The woman turned a deaf ear, fingertips across his chest, abdominal muscles and hooked into his belt.

Oucheng's chest fluctuated slightly, and his anger ran in his body: "stop now, you still have a way to live."

The woman ignored him and went all out to the end.

Oucheng narrowed his eyes, sharp as a blade, murderous.

The woman felt his murderous spirit, looked up, confronted the blade in his eyes for a few seconds and turned her head to one side.

Oucheng looked down her eyes and found a video recorder by the bed. Her face changed slightly. Does this woman want to... Record it?

"You're dead..." his throat moved and made a hoarse oath.

The woman smiled, just like a Epiphyllum blooming in the dark. Then she threw her long hair gracefully, leaned over and stuck it to his lips

The night that humiliated the city of Europe passed.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The sun came in through the curtains and brightened the bedroom.

He sat up with his paralyzed and stiff body, bent his knees, and inserted his ten fingers into his hair. After a trance for a moment, he remembered what happened last night, and saw the faint bite marks and scratches on his body. His eyes suddenly became deep and cold.

He's going to kill that woman!

As soon as the murderous spirit rose, the soft Symphony sounded.

He took the cell phone on the bedside table and his voice returned to his usual coldness: "what's up?"

"Mr. ou, something's wrong." Secretary Jin, who is always calm and capable, has an unprecedented dignified voice, "Five minutes ago, someone hacked into the mailbox of the headquarters and sent a video. The video shows you making out with a woman. I have asked the relevant departments to withdraw this email, investigate the source of the video, and ordered all employees who received this email to completely delete the video and not make rumors. What do you think... What should be done next?"

The statue like face of oucheng is like a layer of cold ice, sending out a bone penetrating chill, but the voice is very light: "pass that video to me immediately."

In the video, the fixed lens is aimed at the upper body of a lying man.

The light is dark and the picture is not clear. However, the handsome face of the man still seems to be shining in such a dark environment, which is enough for oucheng to recognize that the man in the lens is him. His tie and shirt are untied, revealing his strong chest and sexy abdominal muscles. The woman's hands walk upstream of the body

When there were only 10 seconds left in the progress bar, the woman leaned forward slightly, entered the camera, raised her right hand, raised her middle finger and said a very standard sentence: "iamverydisappointedforyou!"

Her face never appeared in front of the camera.

Only her long hair covering her side face, shoulders and thin white arms were photographed.