Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

"Yanyan, are you full?" Yan Zhihe put down the knife in his hand, wiped his mouth slowly, and looked at Song Yan.

Seeing that there was only a little less food on the plate in front of her, she couldn't help but frowned and said, "You can't just eat this little, it will take a lot of energy later!"

Song Yan became vigilant when he heard his words, and stared at Yan Zhihe: "What do you mean, what are we going to do later? Don't mess around!"

"How can we be called nonsense? We are the closest relationship between a man and a woman. Isn't this the best fermentation of feelings?" Yan Zhihe looked at Song Yan's beautiful face and murmured: "What a beautiful face"

Song Yan stood up in shock, turned and ran towards the living room.

Yan Zhihe's eyes were like a cat catching its prey, tracking her figure with a playful light in his eyes.

Song Yan panicked and ran into a house, quickly locked the door and stood at the door, panting loudly.

She kept praying in her heart that Su Ruoning could see her news so that she could bring someone to rescue her.

From afar, I heard footsteps slowly approaching, and through a door, Yan Zhihe seemed to be able to hear the clear sound of panting from inside the door.

"Yanyan, so you like this kind of game!" Yan Zhihe's voice came in, the half-smile tone made Song Yan's fear unprecedented, she didn't know what he would do next, she felt the current Yan Zhihe has become a complete lunatic.

For some reason, what Si Han said suddenly appeared in her mind, the more impeccable elegance and self-cultivation he looked, the more crazy the people behind him would be. It turned out that he really wore a good mask.

"How can gourmet food go without a glass of fine wine? I wonder if Yanyan has noticed that the taste of wine is rather peculiar?" Yan Zhihe said suddenly.

Song Yan's eyes widened, and he realized that he was a little dizzy when he said it. It can't be so miserable, can you add something to the wine?The more she thought about it, the more she felt limp all over her body, and she had begun to stand unsteadily. The light in the room was very dark, so she found the switch and turned on the light.

A greater sense of dizziness hit, Song Yan fell to the ground, and looked at the environment in the room with his eyes propped up.

This glance almost made her faint from fright.

It turned out that the walls on all sides were densely covered with photos, and the photos were all nude photos of girls.

Song Yan felt a chill in his heart.
"Why is there no movement, have you already appreciated my work?" Yan Zhihe seemed to be able to see Song Yan inside the door frightened and motionless when he saw the photos on the wall.

"Did you see that empty piece on the wall? It's reserved just for you! Do you want to see the birth of the most perfect art with your own eyes?" Yan Zhihe took out a bunch of keys from his hand while talking.

Song Yan felt weak and tried to stand up but couldn't move. She opened her mouth to yell at Yan Zhihe, but found that she could only speak a few words weakly. .

Song Yan's heart was ashamed, she felt that she might be doomed, she didn't have any strength in her body, but after the dizziness, her spirit was very clear, she could even clearly hear the small movements coming from the door.

With a smile on his face, Yan Zhihe slowly inserted the key, turned it lightly, and the door slowly opened.

Song Yan, who was lying on the ground and could not move, appeared in front of her eyes. The moment she saw Yan Zhihe, her eyes were filled with horror.

"You pervert." Song Yan remembered cursing, her voice was extremely weak because of her lack of strength, and it fell into Yan Zhihe's ears, like a spoiled child.

"You will fall in love with art like mine!" Yan Zhihe said, looking at Song Yan full of madness, he walked up to Song Yan and hugged her.

Then put it gently on the bed.

There was only a pure white sheet on the bed. Lying on it, Song Yan felt sick in her heart. I don't know how many women have been lying on this clean-looking bed.

"If you hadn't been resisting my approach, the wall would have been covered with photos!" Yan Zhihe looked up and glanced at the photos on the wall.

His cold fingers brushed across Song Yan's face: "Let me guess, you've already slept with that bastard Si Han, right?"

"It's none of your business!" Song Yan's eyes were a little moist, and the feeling of ashes in her heart made her want to cry for a while, but she held back tightly.

"It doesn't matter, I don't mind your impurity! Flawed beauty can become art, isn't it?" Yan Zhihe said in a deep voice, leaning close to Song Yan's ear, and after a light breath Put your hand on her collar.

Song Yan closed her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably.
At such a dangerous moment, she missed Si Han terribly.

The collar had been untied little by little, and then he put his hands on his trousers. Song Yan was so sad that she was about to faint, but she still couldn't stop his messy hands. Soon, only underwear was left on Song Yan's body.

"What a sexy stunner!" With a greedy light in Yan Zhihe's eyes, he reached out to pick up the camera on the table and snapped several photos of Song Yan. He stopped and approached Song Yan again.

"Now let's take off the clothes that obstruct our eyes." Yan Zhihe stretched out his hand after saying a word.

Despair flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and she looked at Yan Zhihe with prayers in her eyes.

"don't want."

"No? It's not the time for your Song family to stand in front of me with money! Why didn't you say no at that time?" Yan Zhihe's eyes flashed hatred.

His hands were already on the underwear.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, which interrupted Yan Zhihe's movements.

He was interrupted, with an impatient expression on his face, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound outside the door seemed to keep ringing as if it would never stop, and the door was slapped.

Yan Zhihe got up helplessly, walked to the door, closed the door of the room carefully, and then walked towards the door.

"Who is it?" Yan Zhihe called out.

"Sir, we are from the property management company. Please open the door. We have something to ask you!" A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Yan Zhihe took a closer look at the cat's eye, and saw that the two people standing outside the door were indeed people from the property that he could always see when he went in and out, so he opened the door with confidence and asked, "What can you do with me?"

The two property staff looked at each other, but before they could answer, two men suddenly jumped out from their side and slammed into the crack of the door vigorously.

When Yan Zhihe reacted, he tried to close the door with all his strength, but he was not as strong as the two strong men. After a few strokes, the door was opened, and Yan Zhihe was also knocked down by this huge force.

"What are you going to do?"