Wild desire tempts him to lose control

Chapter 22 His Past
Some people in the crowd gasped.

I don't know when, everyone left quietly, and even Xu Yifeng was carried down with his mouth covered.

Su Miaomiao closed her eyes nervously and pressed her lips against Xie Yuan's lips, with a clear temptation and a green temptation, wanting him to dance with her.

She didn't see the suppressed desire rolling in Xie Yuan's dark eyes.

Open your mouth slightly and let her take whatever she wants.

The big palms clasped her slender waist, the veins popped out, and she exercised great restraint...

When I came back to my senses, I realized that almost everyone was gone.

The headlights on the second floor were thoughtfully turned off, leaving only a few soft lights to illuminate.

The light is gentle and ambiguous.

She breathed quickly and slowly left Xie Yuan's lips.

From his eyes, he saw that his face was rosy and he looked dissatisfied with desire.

And he was always indifferent and self-possessed, not even the slightest bit emotional.

It seemed like she had forced him. For a moment, Su Miaomiao felt guilty.

"Husband, let's go home!"

"Ok!"

Xie Yuan nodded lightly, controlled the wheelchair into the elevator, and carried Su Miaomiao all the way down to the parking lot and got on the car.

On the way, Su Miaomiao felt ashamed to see people, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Until he returned to the manor, Xie Yuan opened the car door and got out of the car.

"go to bed early!"

Only when she heard the sound of the wheelchair receding did she dare to quietly open her eyes.

After entering the door, she took off her high heels, held them in her hands, and trotted back to the room.

After confirming that Xie Yuan had not caught up, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Went to take a hot shower and looked in the mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my lips are bright and slightly swollen.

He couldn't help but think of the deep kiss just now, and raised his hand to gently touch his lips.

It seemed that Xie Yuan's warmth still remained on it, with a rich scent of agarwood.

Sober at the same time, sinking at the same time.

The same thing happened with traditional Chinese medicine last time. Xie Yuan was always cold, as if he was being pulled off the altar, losing control and sinking...

Realizing what she was thinking, Su Miaomiao slapped her face fiercely.

"Stop it, wake up, Su Miaomiao, that is not a man you can sleep with."

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Xie Yuan entered the study and sat by the window. He didn't turn on the light, almost blending in with the darkness.

The rhythm of his fingers twisting the beads was a bit fast. It was obvious that he was feeling uneasy now.

Wang Zhong stood at the door and knocked gently.

"Sir, my wife has returned to her room."

Xie Yuan did not speak and looked out the window silently, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Just when Wang Zhong wanted to close the door and leave, he slowly turned around, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"Ever kissed?"

Wang Zhong: "..."

Do you think it is appropriate for you to ask this question to an old man who is half buried in the earth?

"Forget it, you didn't!"

He came to the desk in a wheelchair, turned on the computer and started working.

The lenses reflected the blue light of the computer, and his expression was extremely cold.

It seems that what he just said was Wang Zhong's auditory hallucination.

"Sir, my wife was very angry when she learned that you went to Europe."

"When you are angry, you need to be coaxed!"

With these words, Wang Zhong turned around, closed the door and left.

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In the middle of the night, Su Miaomiao was so hungry that she got up from the bed.

It's been a busy day today and I haven't even had enough to eat.

This place is so rich that you can't even order takeout in the middle of the night.

She touched her belly and quietly tiptoed downstairs.

After six o'clock in the evening, they were the only two people left in the manor.

Before going to the kitchen, she quietly took a look at the study. The lights were turned off, and Xie Yuan must have gone to rest.

There were all kinds of ingredients in the refrigerator. She picked a piece of snowflake beef, cooked it first, and then tore it into small strips. Then stir-fry hot oil, add ginger, garlic, chili and Sichuan pepper to the pot.

Soon, a hot and pungent fragrance came out, and she sniffed.

Put this cold beef on a plate and open the window to let out the flavor.

I brought the beef to the garden to start eating. The only drawback was that there was no beer.

There is a lot of wine in the cellar of the manor, but that is Xie Yuan's collection.

The beef is spicy and numb when eaten cold. One bite will fill your mouth with fragrance.

"Mrs?"

When Su Miaomiao looked up, she saw Uncle Zhong standing there looking at her in surprise.

She was a little embarrassed, bent her eyes and smiled.

"I'm a little hungry and I made some midnight snack. Uncle Zhong, do you want to eat it?"

Wang Zhong usually lives in a small building behind the manor, so he doesn't disturb Xie Yuan's peace and is always available when called.

He looked at the plate of cold beef and took out a dozen beers from behind with a smile.

"Madam, with this, it will be a perfect late-night snack."

Su Miaomiao clapped her hands happily and quickly asked Uncle Zhong to sit down.

"It has to be you, Uncle Zhong, come and sit down."

On weekdays, when I see Uncle Zhong acting sternly in front of Xie Yuan, I would have thought that he was just as old-fashioned as him, but I didn't expect that he is quite fashionable.

The two of them drank beer and beef, and their mouths were full of oil.

After a few cans of beer, Uncle Zhong seemed a little drunk.

"Madam, do you know how my husband's leg was broken? It was his uncle..."

When Su Miaomiao heard that this was going to involve a wealthy family's secret, she quickly stopped it.

"Uncle Zhong, you are drunk..."

What if Xie Yuan knocks her out after hearing something she shouldn't have heard?
But Uncle Zhong didn't seem to hear her words and kept talking to himself.

"Back then, the Xie family was fighting internally, and Mr. Xie's father took over everything in the Xie family."

"My uncle was resentful and kidnapped my husband to threaten my father to transfer his shares to him."

"For this reason, I chopped off one of Mr.'s legs and sent it to his father as a threat..."

Hearing this, Su Miaomiao was completely stunned.

She thought that people like Su Zhen had already done their best, but she didn't expect that there were beasts more inhumane than him.

"What happened next? First, did my husband's father avenge him?"

If this was her son, wouldn't she tear him into eight pieces in revenge?

Uncle Zhong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"This was also a move by Mr. Xie's father. After rescuing Mr. Xie, he felt so guilty that he transferred all the shares in his uncle's name and his own to Mr. Xie."

"And Mr.'s father has legitimately secured his position as the head of the family."

"For him, all his son lost was a leg, and he gained everything from the Xie family, which is no loss."

Hearing this, Su Miaomiao was so angry that the beer can in her hand was crushed into a ball.

"How can there be such a father in the world? Where is his mother?"

Uncle Zhong seemed drunk, lying on the table and mumbling something.

"The husband's mother went completely crazy after seeing her biological son's broken leg."

"He was sent to Switzerland for recuperation and disappeared not long after."

"And my husband was also sent away. He came back a few years ago and took control of the Xie family."

"Even my own biological mother can't accept my incomplete self. Who else can accept him as such an incomplete person?"

"Well, I'm old. I can only drink so much. I'm drunk..."

Uncle Zhong stood up staggeringly and walked back unsteadily.

The dark curtains moved at the second floor window.

After hearing what happened to Xie Yuan, Su Miaomiao felt a little uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, someone as high as him could have such a painful past.

He didn't refute the ridicule and ridicule of those people today. Was he already used to it?
She felt that she should apologize to Xie Yuan properly.

For the rashness of that day and the offense of today.

After drinking the last two cans of beer, she turned back to her room.

Turning around, he saw Xie Yuan not far behind him.

He was sitting upright in a wheelchair, with two or three buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned, revealing his cold white chest, with the shadow of his chest muscles spreading all the way down.

Beautiful facial features and a cold expression.

I don’t know if after listening to his story, I always feel that he is a bit fragile now...

(End of this chapter)