Inside a luxurious villa at the foot of Luoshan.
The lights were still brightly lit at this ti.
In every corner of the courtyard, there were almost always people standing guard, the bodyguards looking stern as if they sensed a major event was about to happen.
In a bedroom on the second floor.
The door was suddenly opened.
In a corner of the room, a woman was curled up, and at the sound, she obviously flinched.
Then,
a man in a bathrobe sauntered in leisurely.
He looked to be about thirty, handso and dashing, with an impressive height, at least one ter eighty.
This man was none other than He Hong, the renowned scion of the venture capital firm Yafei Group in Yong'an Province.
He Hong was quite famous in the wealthy circles of Yong'an Province.
Graduated from a renowned university abroad at 20, then worked at a Wall Street investnt bank in iyana for a few years, celebrated as one of the most promising investnt banking managers.
Ca back in his twenties laden with accolades.
Joined his family's Yafei Group.
Created quite a few renowned achievents there.
In Yong'an Province, he was dubbed the "most hardworking" second-generation rich.
In his circle, there was hardly any gossip about him, and his public image was quite impeccable.
"Why are you sitting on the floor? The floor is so cold, and you're still in your confinent period, you need to take good care of your health, or you'll have many problems when you get older," he said.
Seeing Zhong Xiqian on the ground,
a look of distress appeared on He Hong's face.
He quickly ran to Zhong Xiqian, who was curled up in the corner of the wall, and reached out to pull her up from the ground.
But Zhong Xiqian, as if seeing a demon, resisted with both her hands and feet, making it difficult for He Hong to get close.
"Look at you, acting like a child again. Am I not doing this for your own good?"
Unable to do anything, He Hong could only sigh.
Seeing Zhong Xiqian holding her knees with her head buried in them, he also slowly crouched down.
Just as he was about to caress her hair,
she dodged him.
He didn't get angry, instead, he just smiled slightly and said, "We have been married for so long, and you still won't let touch you?"
"Stay away from , you demon,"
Zhong Xiqian shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, a vicious smile appeared on He Hong's face.
Suddenly, he stood up sharply.
He lifted his foot and kicked towards Zhong Xiqian's body. With a puff, Zhong Xiqian scread and fell to the ground; then, he grabbed her hair fiercely, pulled her head, and ramd her forward into the sofa.
There was a thud again.
Zhong Xiqian's head hit the sofa.
Under such brutality, he was still not appeased, forcefully twisting her head.
He made her eyes focus on him and said, "Qianqian, see how much I love you. I don't mind you carrying soone else's child, don't mind that you won't let touch you. What a good husband I am; why don't you appreciate it?"
His mouth spoke the gentlest words.
But his hands perford the roughest actions.
And the evil smile on his face was chilling.
"Haha, of course you don't mind; you're after the Zhong Family's money,"
Despite blood streaming from her nose, Zhong Xiqian still defiantly retorted.
"Then give the money; if you do, I will naturally let you and your daughter go,"
He Hong said.
Zhong Xiqian scoffed and said, "Don't even think about it!"
Slap!
He Hong slapped her face.
Then, he slapped her several more tis in succession.
Zhong Xiqian's face, already swollen, now grew even more inflad.
"It's okay, if you won't give it, we'll just play slowly. No one can save you anyway; you'll break eventually,"
After saying this,
he grabbed Zhong Xiqian's neck and pinned her to the ground.
Then, his other hand began to rip Zhong Xiqian's clothes.
In this situation, Zhong Xiqian was still struggling fiercely.
Her hands and feet were forcefully resisting against He Hong's body, and she scread loudly, "Don't touch , don't touch ..."
She struggled for a while.
He could not have his way in the end.
He Hong stood up.
He touched his neck slightly.
A bloody mark had already been scratched on it by Zhong Xiqian.
"Playing the chaste martyr, huh? No worries, I'm not short of won. Do you think you're the only beautiful woman in this world? I've got money. I can vent on whoever I want."
After He Hong said that coldly,
he shouted toward the door, "Co in."
At his command,
two won wearing bathrobes, barefoot, gracefully walked in.
Both won were very tall.
At least over one ter seventy.
And their faces were quite outstanding.
These two won stood on either side of He Hong, one on the left, one on the right.
He Hong smiled.
He said, "Qianqian, you see, they're no less beautiful than you, right?"
Zhong Xiqian still had that indifferent look in her eyes.
He Hong said, "Take off your clothes."
The two won did not hesitate at all.
They untied the strings of their bathrobes, and then the clothes silkily fell to the floor,
revealing two perfect and tempting bodies.
Each had perky breasts and a slender waist.
Their incredibly long legs frad the glimpse of a hidden stream between them.
Then,
one woman walked behind He Hong.
She pressed her soft voluptuous breasts directly against his back.
Twitching her body,
the deford rabbits rubbed against his back.
The other woman, facing his front, placed her hands on his shoulders, extended her tongue, and road around his neck.
The scene looked quite intimate.
The movents of the two won were synchronized.
The woman in the front began to move slowly downward from his chest, and the woman behind did the sa.
Finally,
the woman in the front knelt down.
She played with He Hong's banana with her hand for a while, opened her mouth, and swallowed it directly.
The woman behind did likewise; her tongue lingered around He Hong's forearms.
With such "service,"
He Hong sighed deeply.
He provocatively glanced at Zhong Xiqian across from him, seemingly wanting to tell her, "Without you, I still have plenty of won."
However, in Zhong Xiqian's eyes, there was no hint of emotional turmoil, only endless coldness.
That look,
seed to provoke He Hong.
He lifted the woman in front of him with one hand.
Made her face away from him.
She placed her hands on the back of the couch.
He aid his gun at the target, thrusting his hips, and instantly a bewitching moan escaped from the woman's throat.
His each thrust was quite forceful.
It was as if the woman in front of him was Zhong Xiqian herself.
Just then,
there were thumping knocks on the door from behind.
He Hong did not stop his motions but turned to look at the door, only to see a middle-aged man standing there, seemingly accustod to such erotic scenes.
"What is it?"
While continuing his thrusts, He Hong asked.
The middle-aged man, looking submissive, said, "Mr. He, there's a visitor outside asking to see you."
"A visitor? Who?"
"He says his na is Chen Fang."
The man at the door said.
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