Contract Sweetheart Wife: Gangster CEO Domineering Love

She stretched out her hand to block the light on her face, and saw that she was in a luxuriously decorated but very strange room. 【26nbsp;】

Only then did he realize that he was still wearing the half-mask from yesterday's dance.

She easily took it off her face.

At this time, she was completely stunned by everything in front of her eyes, she was lying naked on the bed 7e, her body was covered with bruises,

At this time, the light in front of her eyes was blocked by a figure. She looked up and saw that the man was about 1.8 meters tall, and his slender body was only surrounded by a light gray bath towel at the moment. Zhu, with his handsome cheeks tightly tensed, and his narrow eyes filled with arrogance, looked down at Lan Ruoqing with a sense of oppression.

With a cold snort, it turned out that he was not Qi Yuyu, the daughter of the Qi Family Consortium last night. This woman seemed familiar to him at first glance, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Lan Ruoqing looked at this man, looked around at the traces of last night's intense love on the bed, and naturally understood everything. Tears were in her eyes, and she wrapped her bruised body tightly with the quilt.

The He Group has many industries, almost all the profitable industries are involved, and it is already an incomparably rich country in Europe, so there are many women who want to do everything possible to jump on Wei Zizhen's bed 7e.

So he showed disdain for this woman in his eyes, pretending to be innocent, thinking that a woman who has been hurt by Wei Zizhen can be the young mistress of the He Group?These women are too naive.

Wei Zizhen said coldly and rebelliously, I hate women crying on my bed 7e!Get out, I won't be responsible to you.

She was nothing more than an inflatable doll for him last night. She could only dream of what she wanted from him.

Lan Ruoqing only felt that her first time was so ridiculous that it was gone. The pain all over her body, the chaos in her head, the faint tears in her eyes, but she looked at the cold and arrogant man in front of her with a sarcasm smile. Are you in charge?

As he said that, he grabbed the purple dress scattered on the ground and quickly put it on, and left without looking back.

After leaving the gate of the high-end club, Lan Ruoqing burst into tears.

Wei Zizhen was not found, her father was still locked in the detention center, and her first time was gone. Thinking of Shen Sifeng who was still studying art in France, she felt tears falling like beads with a broken thread.

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