After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

In his chaotic thoughts, Lu Qian shook his head desperately, as if he was fighting a heavy nightmare. He cannot do this, must not allow himself to behave like this, it is an insult and contempt for a man's identity.

"Brother Runchen?" Lu Qian'an had some doubts in his heart, with a trace of confusion and doubt in his eyes. who is he? Is it her boyfriend? Is there any way for me to contact him and ask him to come over and take the girl in front of me back?

"Brother Runchen, I miss you so much. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Now that I have graduated, can we be together?"

Wen Qing was burning all over, crying and full of grievances.

Seeing Wen Qing's face filled with anticipation, Lu Qian understood something. Runchen, the owner of this name is not her boyfriend, but the person she deeply likes.

And who is he? He is just an insignificant spectator, an insignificant beggar, nothing more.

Lu Qian tried to stand up, leave this suffocating place, and escape from such a difficult situation. He needed to go to the bathroom again and wash down the raging fire with cold water in the big tub.

But Wen Qing, the fiery woman in front of him, wrapped around him tightly like a big spider. Right now, his body, his thoughts, and his heart were all tightly bound by her tentacles.

A deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. He couldn't escape, couldn't resist the raging temptation. He could only let himself fall into this deep flame, let it burn, let it destroy.

"You little girl——"

Lu Qian was very upset. The reason he had finally recovered was gone.

"Brother Runchen, I have liked you since I was a child. I really like you very much. You know, I used to go to the court to peek at you playing basketball. Once..."

At this time, Wen Qing's emotions were completely out of control. She sobbed and said: "I used to go to the court to peek at you playing basketball. Once... I also saw you and Sister Wenwen kissing on the court... Wuwuwu——"

"Damn-"

Lu Qian couldn't help but curse in a low voice, this woman is still a big nymphomaniac.

"like this......"

Before Lu Qian could think more, Wen Qing's pink cherry mouth had already covered his lips.

Lu Qian's brain stopped functioning for a moment, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart. He watched helplessly as Wen Qing's pink cherry lips covered his lips, and his heartbeat accelerated like lightning.

Lu Qian could no longer control himself, and the last trace of reason he had just left flew out of the sky with the touch of his lips.

There were only two bedside lamps on in the room, and the lights were dim and yellow, highlighting the ultimate ambiguity. Clothes were scattered on the floor.

The nightclub next door was still very lively, with men and women dancing to their heart's content.

Zhang Yunxin's heart has changed from being uneasy at the beginning to feeling proud now: Wen Qing, you lost in the end.

You don't have to think about what will happen if a beautiful, pure and flawless young girl is in the same room with a dirty and smelly homeless man.

Zhang Yunxin couldn't help but want to applaud her impromptu arrangement at this moment.

In Room 606, Lu Qian's breathing was heavy, accompanied by the sound of the hotel bed creaking and shaking, which took a long time to subside.

"Ugh - it hurts -"

Wen Qing felt pain all over her body, as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing her whole body apart.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was driven by drugs. At this moment, Wen Qing, who was in severe pain all over her body, also felt an indescribable pleasure. This was an experience she had never experienced before.

I don't know how long it took, but the heat faded away, leaving only flushed cheeks.

After the beautiful scenery in the room was rippling, the world also became quiet, and the two unconscious people hugged each other and fell asleep.

Wen Qing slept in Lu Qian's broad arms, smacking her lips in her sleep. At this moment, Wen Qing was on the other side of the dreamland, with glistening saliva at the corner of her mouth, and she kept mumbling something.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Qian was the first to wake up. His brain was struggling with endless fatigue, and it was as if it was about to burst in pain.

Feeling the little head lying in his arms, his heart felt like it had been cut by a cold blade. How could he treat her like this? He hated himself and was filled with regret. The warmth of Wen Qing beside him was quietly transmitted through the sheets, and he couldn't avoid the twinkling guilt under his long eyelashes.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the mottled red marks on the bed sheets, and this bright red color stood out to his eyes.

He beat his legs hard with trembling hands, and despair surged in his heart. Then, he slowly stood up, picked up the quilt that had been placed on the bedside table, and gently covered Wen Qing.

He quickly dressed up, the craving for cigarettes biting in his heart like a snake. At this moment, he really wanted to take a puff of cigarette, but he didn't have it now. He didn't know if he would smoke before, but now he couldn't even touch the phantom of a cigarette.

He is not a pedant from the last century, and what he does today is indeed against morality.

However, who can blame this? He suffered the shame of taking advantage of the opportunity. Although it was excusable, it was still a stain after all. He felt deep self-blame, for his own actions, and for the girl on the big bed.

Lu Qian fell into a deep thought. He forgot himself, wandered for many days, and lost his identity as a normal person. How should he properly handle this problem? He was so distraught that he couldn't find any solution.

Lu Qian was no stranger to the feeling just now, which proved that he must have had similar experiences before. He even suspected that he might have been married, but he could not find any memory of the marriage.

He turned to look at the person on the bed. Wen Qing's face was as delicate and delicate as a beautiful painting. A strange feeling came over him, and he felt confused and overwhelmed at the same time.

This time I committed a heinous crime and was extremely unforgivable. She was a young girl who had just graduated.

But at this moment, the big mistake had been made, and no matter what greeted him, he had nothing to say.