President’s Contract Wife

It's over, it's over, it will be discovered.

But the smile on Cheng Haotian's face deepened, and he began to look forward to the scene when the man pushed the door and came out.

However, nothing happened.

Obviously Lin Nuofan had already gone out from the first floor.

For a moment, Cheng Haotian's expression showed a hint of anger, "You won, ha ha." He smiled and looked at his lower body, who had already begun to convulse violently, the woman who was soaked all over, her body was flushed, which was obviously a sign of an orgasm just now... ... He finally made her submit, but he was a step too late. Is this God's love for her?

Muzixi's consciousness was almost blurred. After hearing this sentence, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She won, really won...

The white face is almost transparent, and the sweat-soaked hair sticks to her face, telling her the despair after being abused just now, but on that desperate face, there is a touch of love born from the heart. Smile, but everything is not for him, it is for another man.

Cheng Haotian's eyes narrowed dangerously. He had never had the urge to strangle a woman to death, but he didn't, and instead became more crazily plundering.

He wanted her, not just her body, he wanted her to submit, to submit, to let her know that he was the only man who could touch her.

The sun is still shining, the torment is still going on, endless... until the sun sets. ...

The empty and dilapidated house, the old windows, the door, and the floor of the entire room are all unwanted waste left by the previous family, and in such an environment, he raped her for three hours in a row, With her weak body, she had been unconscious several times, and she was in a daze, as if she was dreaming. Finally, the torture was over.

She was lying powerlessly on the ground, on his windbreaker, like an angel who had fallen into the world, without an inch of hair, but clean and spotless.

The drenched hair fit her delicate face that was almost as thin as a knife, and her eyes were blurred. In the dark space, reflecting the setting sun coming in from the window, the beauty was almost suffocating.

Cheng Haotian stared at her body, and there was a trace of desire in his eyes, but he suppressed it coldly.

He had never wanted a woman so frantically, and it was also the first time that he wanted this woman for several hours in a row in a place that wasn't a five-star hotel or a presidential suite. Even he himself was unbelievable that he would throw his windbreaker worth several million in this dilapidated empty house that was facing demolition as a bed? Are you confused?

As if he had put on his white shirt and trousers, he stood neatly beside her.

Muzixi stared at the man in front of him who could stand there dignifiedly every time after he abused her, and couldn't help but mock in his heart.

it's over. This time, it's finally over. Her self-esteem has been tortured by this superior man, but today she can no longer live like this.

Thinking about it, she worked hard to support her body and picked up the torn T-shirt.

"Put on that windbreaker." Seeing her embarrassed appearance, his voice was still cold and without warmth.

But Muzixi acted as if he had never heard of it. He picked up his already disheveled T-shirt and put it on, enduring the soreness in his limbs, and put on his jeans. Anyway, there was no one in this neighborhood, the house was upstairs, and no one was there. She will see, even if she is a little embarrassed, she will not ask for alms from him again.

Staring into Muzixi's hopeless and empty eyes, Cheng Haotian's eyes flashed a hint of gloom.

Wearing barely wearable clothes, she didn't even look at him as if she didn't know him anymore, and passed him by. Her legs felt weak with every step, but she didn't want to be in the same space with him for a minute.

Cheng Haotian didn't seem to care about anything, he didn't turn around, but took out a cigar from his trouser pocket, lowered his head and lit it, until he heard her push open the old anti-theft door.

He spat out the cigar he had sucked in, and with a cruel smile, he breathed out a name, "Mu Lingfeng, terminal lung cancer, a patient in room 305 of Qichuan Hospital, the cost of chemotherapy is 4080 per day..."