Seduce the little wife: Devil President spoils wife to the bone

Without waiting for Duan Junyi to answer, Shuya hangs up.

"Misunderstood her?" Duan Junyi narrowed his eyes and thought, what is it, Mengqi would rather I misunderstand than explain?

No, he has to go and have a look. If it's really a misunderstanding, you can't give up Mengqi. She's still useful.

Thinking of this, Duan Junyi took a bath, changed his clothes and took a taxi to the night.

Duan Junyi gets off the taxi at the gate of night and finds that night is a nightclub. There was a nausea in my stomach and I almost retched.

He called Shuya to come out, but Shuya said that things could not be taken out and asked him to go up. For the sake of the later plan, he forbeared.

After he went in, he went straight to the 22nd floor and found that it was the residential area. He felt better in his stomach.

To 2217 room in front of the door, knocked on the door, a short while Shuya opened the door, let Duan Junyi in.

Duan Junyi can't wait to ask Shu Ya as soon as he enters the door, "you say Mengqi has a problem. What's the problem?"

Shuya looks at Duan Junyi's eagerness. She feels a stab in her heart and believes what the man said.

"Duan Junyi, don't worry. You're in a hurry. Drink water first." Shuya takes the water cup on the table and hands it to Duan Junyi.

Duan Junyi waved his hand, "don't drink, tell me quickly, what's the matter?"

Shu Ya shoves the water cup into Duan Junyi's hand. She sits on the sofa and says, "this is what happened..."

Shuya looked at the aromatherapy on the table and said slowly, "sit down. It's a long time."

Duan Junyi walked over and sat down. His back is on the sofa, one leg is on the other leg, one hand is holding the cup, and the other arm is on the armrest of the sofa.

These movements are very fluent, elegant, Shuya is obsessed with them, and he feels more and more that Duan Junyi's charm is infinite.

After a period of silence, Shuya revived and spoke calmly.

"Through the convenience of my work, I found that Han Yixuan has been waiting for someone for so many years."

"Who?" Duan Junyi asked eagerly.

"It's not clear yet, but Han Yixuan has a strong rival in business, Xiao Liyan, the gangster boss of a city." Shuya said, fiddling with the fragrance on the table.

"What does this have to do with Mengqi?" Duan Junyi's fingers beat rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa and asked, squinting.

"In order to achieve his goal, the boss of the underworld is cruel and heinous. I heard that a family business refused to go along with him, so he sent someone to kill that family and then annex it." Shuya said with lingering fear.

"Oh, boss Xiao has a deep heart." Duan Junyi's mind is a little impetuous at this time, pulling his clothes.

Shuya found out what was wrong with him. "What's the matter with you? What's wrong? "

"It's OK, go on." With that, Duan Junyi took a drink.

Shuya looked at his action, and a streamer flashed through his eyes.

"So I guess Han Yixuan used Mengqi as a shield." Shuya continued, "but..."

"But what?" Duan Junyi said impatiently. His face flushed and he was short of breath.

Shuya slowly approaches Duan Junyi. The fragrance of her body sometimes teases Duan Junyi's olfactory nerve, making him have an impulse that can't be described in words.

"After Han Yixuan came to the apartment that day, Mengqi went out and didn't come back last night..." Shu Ya's hand brushed Duan Junyi's back.

Duan Junyi has realized that something is wrong, but now he is like a volcano about to erupt, and his brain has been dominated by the most primitive impulse.