"Don't shoot, I'll be gentle with you."
Chen Feng comforted her softly in her ear.
Zhong Yingying nodded, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, Chen Feng could see that Zhong Yingying was still very nervous, as a veteran, he naturally wouldn't do that kind of barbaric thing, and slowly used actions and words to resolve her nervousness, and gradually Zhong Yingying began to relax, but there was already a flood below.
Chen Feng turned over and pressed, the spring of the leather sofa made a "creaking" sound, Zhong Yingying suddenly snorted in pain, some pain appeared on her face, she was worried that she would make a sound, and suddenly bit on Chen Feng's shoulder, not daring to let go.
Zhong Yingying only felt pain at first, but slowly, the pain began to disappear, becoming a little crispy and numb, and mixed with an indescribable pleasure and stimulation, and began to slowly understand how to respond, with Chen Feng's movements.
Since Lin Xinru was still in the house, neither of them dared to make too much movement, for fear that they would wake her up, and an hour later, Chen Feng ended the battle, hugging Zhong Yingying, who was sweating all over, looking at her delicate and moving face, neither of them spoke, only the sound of nostrils kicking, the three of them were under the same roof, secretly doing this kind of thing, so that both of them had a feeling of cheating.
Zhong Yingying shyly left his embrace, stood up, suddenly felt a pain below, stumbled her body, and almost fell to the ground, Chen Feng hurriedly helped her, knowing that she wanted to go to the bathroom, Chen Feng couldn't help but carry her into the bathroom, turned on the warm water, and helped her wash it carefully.
And Chen Feng's gentle actions also made Zhong Yingying's heart pound, but it made her feel like she was in a state of confusion, feeling that she was sorry for Lin Xinru, when she was injured, when she was in the villa, it was Lin Xinru who had always taken care of her, but now she had done such an unspeakable shameful thing with her man, and she felt very sorry for her.
"Brother Chen, don't tell Sister Xinru about tonight, okay?"
Zhong Yingying said to Chen Feng.
"How can this work?
After all, we've already done that kind of thing.
Chen Feng paused and said.
"I ......
I don't want to make Sister Xinru sad, so I should be ......
Just tonight we just had a sweet dream, and now that the dream has woken up, promise me, okay?
Zhong Yingying begged Chen Feng.
When Chen Feng wanted to say something, Zhong Yingying had already pushed him out of the bathroom, made Chen Feng stunned outside the door for a while, and walked back to the sofa, he knew that it was not that he couldn't pass this level, but that Zhong Yingying couldn't pass this level, if he forced her now, it would only be counterproductive, just give her some time to think about it slowly, no matter how she chooses in the end, he will accept it calmly.
In the bathroom, the water from the shower fell on Zhong Yingying's body, she squatted on the floor, covering her face with her hands, and letting the water droplets fall from her hair, she didn't regret what happened tonight, for Chen Feng, her feelings for him were very complicated, first of all, Chen Feng saved her life, even if she gave him her body, it was a matter of course.
Second, Chen Feng is a beautiful bottle of Heding Red for any woman, knowing that it is poisonous, she will not hesitate to drink it, even if it is just for that brilliant fireworks.
This night, Chen Feng and Zhong Yingying were destined to be a sleepless night, and when they got up the next day, Lin Xinru was sensitive as a woman, and she always felt that there seemed to be some strange atmosphere between Chen Feng and Zhong Yingying, but she didn't think much about it, dragged Zhong Yingying, dressed themselves up beautifully, and prepared to go to the Asian antiques auction with Chen Feng today. ………… A middle-aged man with no hair appeared in the abandoned workshop, with his hands behind his back, looking at the corpse of the witch on the ground, his face was extremely gloomy, and his body exuded an extremely oppressive momentum.
This bald man looked like he was in his forties and early fifties, and I saw him squatting down in front of the corpse of the Wu martyr, turning the pupils of the Wu martyr with his hand, and then checking the injuries on his body, his face was squirming like an earthworm.
"The witch martyr was shattered and died, but before he died, his spine had been broken by someone, and the murderer of the witch martyr was very cruel, from the situation at the scene, it is inferred that the murderer who killed the witch martyr killed the witch martyr with just one move."
The bald middle-aged man chewed betel nut in his mouth, he pinched Wu Martyr's mouth with his hand, looked at his throat, and then turned Wu Martyr's body over, looked at Wu Martyr's spine bones, and opened his mouth to analyze.
"Tell me......
What did the man who killed the witch martyr look like?
” The bald man spit out the betel nut in his mouth, then stood up, took out a colored hand from his jacket pocket, patted it and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Those who were abolished by Chen Feng's martial arts hurriedly described Chen Feng's appearance and appearance, and the bald man did not speak, but slapped the hand used to wipe his mouth and threw it on the body of Wu Feng, and then turned his back and said: "Take Wu Feng's body on the boat, and then find a place to throw the body into the sea." ” After the bald middle-aged man said this, he turned around and left the abandoned workshop, got into an expensive car parked outside, and soon the car left the place.
And the bald man who got into the car just now was respectfully reporting to an old man with crane hair sitting in the car: "Master, Wu Martyrdom is dead. ” "How did he die?"
The crane-haired old man sitting in the car slowly opened his eyes, only to see that there was no expression in his eyes, and he didn't know if he was angry now?
Is it irritation?
Or is there no emotion at all?
"One move was abolished by someone to abolish the spine bone, and then the heart was broken and died, and in the whole process, the witch martyr did not have any power to fight back."
The bald middle-aged man said with a cold gaze.
The momentum on the crane-haired old man suddenly emanated from him, and even the clothes on his body bulged for a moment, and the silver crane hair on his head also floated.
"Do you know who did it?"
The crane-haired old man retracted his momentum and asked slowly.
"It's three people from the mainland, a man and two women, I've already asked about the general appearance, it's not difficult to find out."
The bald middle-aged man replied respectfully.
"Why did they kill the witch?"
The crane-haired old man nodded, and his face was full of wrinkles, as if it was so thin that only a layer of skin remained, and there was no muscle or fat in it at all.