Lose 100 million today

If you hadn't met me, who would you have attacked?

Yan Yu really hasn't thought about this issue.

It was as if meeting her was fate.

They are destined to meet.

Yan Yu didn't know why he had such thoughts...

"Would you believe me if I said that I had such an idea only after I met you?" Yan Yu relaxed and leaned against the bed with a slight smile, not worried about his situation at all, as if he was here Vacation.

Chuzheng's tone was calm and serious: "I believe everything you say." Bullshit.

"Oh?" Yan Yu's eyebrows curved slightly: "Then I tell you, I won't run away. Will you let me go?"

Chuzheng put her hands on both sides of him, and the cold words hit Yan Yu's heart: "No." Dreaming.

"You don't say you believe me?"

"There is no conflict between whether I let you go or not." Chuzheng said very confidently.

"Miss Jin, I think we need to discuss the word believe." Yan Yu felt that her belief was different from what normal people understand.

"Um?"

"Since you believe me, you should believe what I say."

"I believe it." Why don't I believe it? I said I believe it, but you obviously don't believe me.

"You believe me, it's not just words." Yan Yu said patiently: "I said I wouldn't run away. Since you believe it, why don't you let me go? Is this Miss Jin's trust?"

Chuzheng said, "I believe in you. What does it have to do with whether I let you go or not?"

Little thing, don't try to trick me into letting you go. I won't let you go. What if you run away? What should I do if I become black? Turn off the insurance!

Yan Yu: "..."

He himself was stunned.

Yan Yu put his hand on his forehead.

Chuzheng kissed the side of his face, Yan Yu raised his eyes slightly, Chuzheng closed the computer as if nothing had happened, stood up and left the room.

-

In the evening, Chuzheng brought back fresh food, which was still hot. It was so far away and I don’t know how she brought it.

Yan Yu went to wash up after eating. The anklet was long enough to reach the bathroom, but the bathroom door couldn't be closed.

Yan Yu stood in the bathroom, holding the sink, looking at the person in the mirror, and let out a long sigh.

After Yan Yu came out from the shower, he wiped his hair and walked towards Chu Zheng, his anklets dragging across the ground, making a clattering sound.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl sitting with her back to him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Yu threw down the wet towel and hugged Chu Zheng from behind.

Chuzheng's neck felt slightly warm, and Yan Yu's kiss fell on her neck, bringing with it the fragrance after bathing, and the moist hair brushed against her skin, giving it a slight chill.

Yan Yu forced Chuzheng to turn her head and kissed her on the lips.

Chuzheng let him kiss her, and Yanyu picked her up, placed her on the table behind, and pressed her body against her.

The light in the room seemed to become ambiguous.

"Did you find it?" Chu Zheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Yu stopped and rested his chin on her shoulder: "No."

The voice actually sounded a little aggrieved.

He asked: "Where are you hiding?"

Chuzheng motioned him to look outside. From the door, he could see the corridor outside. The key was hanging on the branch of a potted plant in the corridor.

How could she put such a thing on her body?

Do you think she is stupid? !

Yan Yu: "..."

Yan Yu let go of Chu Zheng, returned to the bed, and lay down with his back to Chu Zheng. He curled up into a ball, feeling a little pitiful for no reason.

Chuzheng jumped down from the table, straightened her clothes, picked up the towel on the floor, picked up the man, and wiped his hair.

"My feet hurt." Yan Yu said.

Chuzheng looked at his ankles and saw that the iron chain had worn away a circle of red marks on his ankles.

"It proves that you are not sufficiently prepared." Chuzheng concluded.

Yan Yu: "???"

Yan Yu didn't feel much pain, and the red mark on his ankle was made by himself in the bathroom. He just wanted to trick Chuzheng into letting him go.

Who knew she would say this to herself.

Why doesn't this person think normally?

Then I thought about it, how could a person who had the same thoughts as me think like a normal person.

-

When Yan Yu got up the next day, he found that there was an extra layer of soft hair on the anklet, which was very comfortable against his skin.

On the third day of Yan Yu's imprisonment, he walked around the room.

The door was open, but he couldn't get out.

Chuzheng is not here. She heard the sound of a car leaving in the morning. She must have returned to the city.

Shen Siming didn't realize that he was missing for such a long time.

Shen Siming called him the next day, and never called him again after that...

Yan Yu stayed in the room until around nine o'clock in the evening, but Chu Zheng didn't come back.

Yan Yu couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep first.

When he was drowsily asleep, he felt someone kissing him, with a familiar domineering and arrogant tone.

"you've been drinking?"

Yan Yu pushed away the person who was pressing him.

"Yes." Chuzheng pressed his hand and continued to kiss.

"Drunk?"

"No." She was awake.

Yan Yu didn't sound like she was drunk, but the smell of alcohol was a bit strong.

Chuzheng's fingers dug into his clothes. Yan Yu took a breath and tensed up. The smell of alcohol mixed with hers, making him seem to be drunk.

"Wash...take a shower." Yan Yu pushed her.

"You're so annoying." Chuzheng muttered.

"Don't touch me until I wash it off." Yan Yu didn't want his first experience to be so bad.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng turned over and Yan Yu thought she was going to take a shower. Who knew she suddenly pulled him over and carried him directly into the bathroom, pressed him against the bathroom wall and started kissing him.

The shower was turned on, and the cold water fell on her, soaking through her clothes in an instant.

But Chu Zheng was hot and not cold at all.

Yan Yu smiled bitterly in his heart.

Who exactly did he mess with?

-

Chuzheng dried Yan Yu and put him on the bed, covering him with a quilt.

Yan Yu looked a little strange, the tips of his ears were still red, and he didn't dare to look at Chu Zheng. When he saw Chu Zheng coming up, he immediately turned his back to her and lay down.

Chuzheng didn't care about him. She forcefully pulled him over and hugged him. She stroked his hair comfortably for a while and kissed him for a while. Then she closed her eyes and slept contentedly.

Yan Yu: "..."

Yan Yu was in a stalemate for a while, and finally reached out and hugged her waist.

"Why did you prevent Shen Siming from looking for me?"

The lights in the room were turned off, and it was dark now. Yan Yu could only hear the slow and regular heartbeat in his ears.

His voice was hoarse, filled with lust that had not completely dissipated.

"Say you have a closed symposium."

"Shen Siming believes it?" Yan Yu was weird. Shen Siming was not that easy to fool.

"I asked your colleagues in City B to inform the bureau."

"..." Yan Yu took a deep breath: "How did you do it?"

Such a notice is equivalent to being official, and Shen Siming will certainly not doubt it.

But how could he get the people in City B to help?

Chuzheng kissed him on the forehead and said, "You have money."

Yan Yu: "..."