fictionpage Chapter 417 Practice the technique of undressing you
Chapter 417 Practice the technique of undressing you
Shao Zhanlin's voice was low, thinking of the scene where she danced lightly at the dinner party and attracted all the obsessed eyes.
I still feel pantothenic acid in my heart.
Jealousy is rampant.
Accompanied by regret, he would never stand idly by if he had known how captivating she was dancing.
Just to see how she responds.
how...
The matter is a foregone conclusion, and it is useless for him to regret it.
He could only let that sourness invade his reason, let his selfishness stir up trouble, indulge his emotions, and take her as his own...
Only in this way can he soothe the restlessness in his heart.
Shao Zhanlin thought so and did the same.
"Tear" sound.
In the eyes of the world, the dress, which is hard to come by, turned into rags under Shao Zhanlin's slender fingers with sharp bones.
Jiang Nuantang's refusal was fruitless, and he could only be forced to sink into it...
……
Huo's old house
In the spacious and bright hall, Mrs. Huo, who was sitting in the main seat, did not look very good.
Especially after she listened to Steward Ouyang's report, she was so angry that she slapped the table and angrily said:
"It's so deceiving!"
Steward Ouyang, who was waiting at the bottom, bowed slightly, with a respectful tone:
"Old lady calm down."
I don't know if this had an effect, or for some other reason.
Mrs. Huo's complexion softened a bit, and after a long silence, she asked again:
"That's what they said over there?"
The old lady confirmed again, as if she didn't believe that the genius doctor would make such a difficult request.
"Yes."
Steward Ouyang bent forward again, and just now he added truthfully:
"It's the representative of Miracle Doctor Kuang Shuang, Mr. Bai himself said it."
The facts are irrefutable.
Even if Mrs. Huo is unwilling to accept, she has to face this request.
On one side is the Panlong Stone that has been passed down by the family for many years, and on the other is the granddaughter she has been looking forward to for many years.
Both are very important in the old lady's heart.
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt, she snorted coldly and said with a snort:
"I thought I was a kind person who didn't care about fame and wealth, but I turned out to be a businessman who only cares about profit!"
Also took advantage of the fire to rob.
It is not enough to refuse the Panlong Stone handed down by the Huo family.
Thinking of her granddaughter's injury, Mrs. Huo fell into a battle between heaven and man.
Steward Ouyang watched his nose, nose, and heart, and waited until the old lady's mood calmed down, before asking again:
"Then...how should I reply?"
There is no righteousness in buying and selling.
There should always be a definite answer as to whether the Panlongshi will be given or not.
The old lady still couldn't make a choice, she rubbed her sore brows, and sighed:
"Let me think again."
Only five words.
The voice is very soft, but the tone is particularly cautious.
……
Jiang Nuantang didn't know that a condition she casually mentioned made Mrs. Huo toss and turn, unable to sleep all night.
I don't even want to think about it.
It was only brought by Shao Zhanlin a few times to deeply understand, "The clouds are beautiful and the golden steps are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warming the spring night."
When all the clouds and rain first rested, it was already the middle of the night.
Jiang Nuantang, who was carried by Shao Zhanlin back from the shower, was limply wrapped in a bathrobe, half lying on the sofa.
Watching the satisfied man fold and change the quilt without complaint, and clean up the mess.
Thinking of how his two strong arms tightened around his body earlier...
Jiang Nuantang's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she looked away calmly from the messy bed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally glanced to the ground.
Shirts, ties, bras, and underwear between men and women were scattered on the ground in a disorderly manner, entangled together.
It showed an indescribable ambiguity and intimacy, but Jiang Nuantang's attention was not on it.
As if she had been abused, the white arm covered with bruises picked up a few broken pieces of the dress.
She had only worn the dress once in mind.
Thinking of the good deeds that man did, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and said bitterly:
"It's all your fault."
Dry and hoarse voice, soft as cotton wool.
Not much of a deterrent at all.
Shao Zhanlin, who had just changed the bed sheet and quilt cover, was very kind.
"It was my fault."
Shao Zhanlin admitted his mistake frankly, and generously promised:
"I will pay you ten pieces tomorrow."
While speaking, the man stepped forward with his long straight legs and walked towards her.
Bending down deftly, he picked her up from the sofa.
Jiang Nuantang almost instinctively stretched out her hand to grab his neck, and at the same time her beautiful eyes widened, and she spoke angrily:
"Is that the point of the question?"
Obviously he is too beastly.
The clothes are not taken off, just torn.
No matter how many clothes she has, it is not enough for him to pretend.
It's a pity for Jiang Nuantang, she really likes this dress, it's simple but not simple.
Shao Zhanlin carried her to the bed, put her on the bed, but didn't get up immediately.
Leaning on her body, her dark eyes, as deep as a deep pool, looked at her for a few seconds, her thin lips parted slightly, and said:
"Then punish me to practice a lot, the technique of undressing you."