Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Qiao Zhichu said nothing more and looked at the slowly setting sun outside the window.

The sky is filled with sunset glow, cars are constantly flowing, and street lights are on. The night in this city is extremely gorgeous.

In less than half an hour, Qiao Zhichu felt hot and thirsty, her consciousness became increasingly confused, and she saw double.

She tried hard to stay conscious, but she had no strength at all. She could only lean against the head of the bed, clutching the quilt tightly.

Until hurried footsteps were heard outside.

Qiao Zhichu bit the tip of her tongue hard: "Is it coming?"

The man hurried over to her side: "Yes."

She didn't say anything else. She raised her hands to hook the man's shoulders, tilted her neck back, revealing her swan-like graceful curves, with her hair hanging behind her.

"boom--"

The door was kicked open violently, and the whole floor seemed to shake.

"No, let me go," Qiao Zhichu began to push, "Who are you, why did you trick me into coming here..."

"Just enjoy yourself, no one can save you today!"

"Help, help!"

There was a sound of clothes tearing.

Qiao Zhichu only felt a chill on her body. Through the man's shoulder, Song Weiyi's cold and handsome face appeared in her overlapping and blurred vision.

"Ah!" The man screamed, his body was lifted up and fell heavily to the ground.

The hard and shiny leather shoes kicked the man in the most fatal place.

Qiao Zhichu shivered, clutching her torn clothes, and huddled in a corner of the bed.

Song Weiyi punched down again and again, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his hands filled with ferocious strength.

"roll!"

The door slammed shut again.

Qiao Zhichu closed her eyes. Waves of heat surged in her body, and she could hardly hold on any longer.

"Song... Song Weiyi..." She murmured the name, "It's you, are you here..."

The quilt fell down and covered her shoulders.

Qiao Zhichu's body was burning hot, and the quilt wrapped around her made her feel like she was in a furnace.

She pulled it: "It's hot, so hot..."

Song Weiyi looked at Qiao Zhichu calmly at this moment.

Her hair was disheveled, her shoulders were white, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were blurred and helpless, she was biting her lower lip and pulling open the quilt, every part of her revealed a fatal attraction.

"Qiao Zhichu." He called her.

She sobbed and fell on the pillow: "It feels so bad, Song Weiyi, I feel so bad..."

At this moment, Qiao Zhichu's mind has been completely controlled by the drugs.

She didn't know what she was doing, everything was done completely according to her body's instinct.

Her eyes flickered across the edge of the white shirt, Qiao Zhichu reached out and grabbed it, leaning towards him: "Song Weiyi, please help me. Please, please..."

The voice was full of pity.

Song Weiyi lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Zhichu who kept rubbing against him.

Her cheeks were flushed, an unusual redness that came from the apples of her cheeks. Her clothes were already in danger of being torn off, and she touched his shirt buttons again.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Qiao Zhichu raised her upper body and struggled to unbutton his shirt. After struggling for a long time, she only managed to unbutton one.

She sobbed, "Why is it so difficult...I can't solve it."

"Song Weiyi, it can't be untied." She raised her face and looked at him innocently and aggrievedly, "What should I do?"

Song Weiyi's fingertips brushed the hair away from her face: "What did you drink?"

"Water..." Qiao Zhichu pointed, "The water on the table."

He frowned.

After a two-second pause, Song Weiyi picked up Qiao Zhichu.