"Stab!"

The sound of clothes being ripped was very clear in the room.

The snow-white skin was exposed to the air, dazzlingly white.

"You brought it all by yourself!"

There was a piece of softness on her lips, Huo Yan deliberately tortured her, wanting her to hurt, biting her lips with his teeth, crushing them fiercely, venting his anger ferociously.

Stomach churned, Lu Qiao felt fear and hatred in her heart, with blood still on her lips, she bit back fiercely.

In the darkness, the two beasts began to fight to the death, neither would give in to the other, calm and crazy, desperately trying to bite off the other's throat.

The dark clouds outside the window covered the moon, and the night became even darker. The memory of the night when Huo Yan was drunk came back again, and the hatred in his heart surged.

He touched the desk lamp with his backhand.

The light in the room was too dim, and Lu Qiao couldn't see clearly what he touched in his hand. After grabbing it instinctively, he smashed it hard on Huo Yan's head.

"boom!"

The glass cover on the desk lamp shattered, the fragments flew, and a few pieces scratched the back of Lu Qiao's hand. After the stabbing pain, blood gushed out immediately.

Lu Qiao didn't care about checking the wound, and after pushing Huo Yan away forcefully, she got out of bed and fled out of the room without a second's pause.

The door opened, and the light from outside came in. Lu Qiao covered the clothes on her chest with her hands, and her long hair spread over her shoulders, barely covering the skin on her shoulders.

Walking away in a hurry, the hem of the skirt floated up, revealing her slender and fair calves, bullying Shuang Saixue, her skin was so white that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The corner of the skirt flashed by in the dark night, like a charming dream, her back disappeared in a hurry, the dream came to an abrupt end, and the curtain ended.

Huo Yan sat up covering his bruised head, his hands felt wet, and through the light coming in from the door, he saw blood red hands...

The faint sound of music came from downstairs, and the brisk performance made the room even more dead silent.

Huo Yan turned on the light, and the crumpled sheets on the bed, glass shards scattered everywhere, and the desk lamp rolled into the corner, silently explained to him what happened just now.

Huo Yan stared blankly at the bright red hands, his anger disappeared and his senses returned. Suddenly he didn't know why this matter had developed like this.

Obviously he asked Zou Che to send an invitation letter to Lu Qiao in order for her to expand contacts for Lu's here, so that Lu's overseas branch could gain a foothold here earlier.

But why, things will become like this?
Lu's family didn't develop any contacts. Lu Qiao didn't get any benefits from attending this banquet. Instead, he offended Zou Tou, and almost... was forced by him?

Huo Yan was annoyed at his irrationality, and couldn't get angry, so he thumped the wall next to him fiercely.

A trace of red appeared on the clean wall in an instant.

The wound on her forehead hurts faintly, one can imagine how hard she was when Lu Qiao smashed the lamp down.

The injury was on the back of the head, and Huo Yan himself didn't dare to touch it casually.

After all, this part is relatively sensitive, and it is easy to cause major problems. No matter whether Lu Qiao is intentional or not, her behavior will cause serious problems.

Huo Yan's eyes were a bit doubled when he saw things.

Holding on to the table next to him, he barely stood still, and his figure was clearly reflected on the big screen on the TV.

Huo Yan inexplicably remembered an event from a long time ago...

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