Wolfish president: not to be your woman

Zhen's head shrank in the quilt. Gu Yan'er didn't dare to move and held her breath. She really wanted to die at the moment, but she couldn't. She also had distant parents. She couldn't let her parents lose her only daughter when she was older than Gu Xi.

His footsteps had stopped. A shower water mixed with cologne and a man's breath lingered on Gu Yaner's nose. The man was beside her. He had sat down, and she even felt the slight depression on the edge of the bed on her side.

In the dark, her hearing is sensitive beyond the diaphragm.

First, the drawer of the bedside table opened.

Then there was a rustling sound, and then the smell of cigarettes when the lighter was turned on.

The taste is so strong.

Is he smoking?

Gu Yaner quietly opened her quilt. She was a little strange. He didn't seem to know his existence.

Does he really not know?

No, it's impossible.

Well, the man who brought himself here must have something to do with this man.

I really want to ask him, who took her picture?

The apartment is in the downtown area. Although it is not particularly large, it is not small. The luxurious decoration tells Gu Yaner that the owner of the apartment is definitely not a poor person like her.

The man around her is definitely not an ordinary person.

But if he has money, raising a small three or four is nothing at all, but why must he force her into his bed by that despicable means?

This series of questions pressed her out of breath and opened her lips. She wanted to ask him, but she couldn't say anything.

What she looks like now is embarrassing to her.

She didn't even dare to talk to him.

A woman waiting for bed, humble, let her have the impulse to cry.

But she can't cry, everything, even if it's to find the person who took her picture, she won't let go of the mean little man.

She must find that person and let those photos of her completely disappear in the world, otherwise she will have trouble sleeping and eating.

On her side, there was the hiss of cigarette butts thrown into the ashtray. The man had finished smoking. Listening to the sound of cigarette butts going out, her body trembled. What should come is finally coming.

Looking at his back, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her throat and tremble.

The man's hand had moved over, and with a willful pull of his fingers, the quilt was lifted, and his whole body moved into the quilt.

Gu Yan'er didn't dare to move. He didn't know how long the cat like curling posture had been maintained. He was about to meet her, but miraculously, his whole body fell and lay down a little away from her.

The smell of smoke is getting heavier and heavier. Gu Yaner doesn't hate the smell. She still holds her breath. He doesn't have any action. He just stretches his two long legs in the quilt. He seems to be very tall, maybe even a head higher than her.

This thin quilt is just right in the air-conditioned room. Doesn't he want to treat her

Just when Gu Yaner was glad that she was about to escape this night, the man's two arms sent to both sides of his head like open wings.

Well, maybe it's his habitual posture.

But he didn't know that the place where one of his arms was about to fall was her Gu Yaner's head.

"Bang", his arm fell down, but she had no time to dodge.

The nose was sore and even sticky. God, his fall made her shed nosebleed. But before she could wipe the blood, the man shouted, "who? Who's in my bed?"