Love of a wealthy family: only favoring Cinderella

Chapter 6 When I met Xia Cao in the elevator, there was no strange expression on her face, she just looked at the elevator door quietly, hoping to reach her floor quickly.

That night, she was very drunk and the pain was even worse, so she didn't remember them, and she couldn't remember what the man who raped her was like.

She thought it was a middle-aged uncle with a beer belly, an old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, or a ruffian-like gangster... She would never have thought that they were well-dressed, and she could tell at a glance that they were rare and excellent And handsome man.

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She doesn't remember them, but it doesn't matter, they seem to remember her.

From the time she stepped into the elevator, raised her eyes to see her face, and smelled the unique feminine fragrance on her body, the three extraordinary men looked at each other in a tacit understanding, with half-smiles at the corners of their mouths Bend.

Especially Mo Mi, who looked at her exquisite back playfully, and the corner of her beautiful mouth couldn't help but bend into a wonderful and charming arc.

Half a minute later, she arrived at the floor where she was working. As soon as the elevator door opened, she took a deep breath, walked out quickly, and trotted towards her work station.

"Hehe, interesting." After she stepped out of the elevator, Mo Mi glanced at her disappearing back and said with a sinister smile. "I always thought the world was big, but today I realize that the world is actually very small."

Jiang Han and Ouyang Nuo's handsome faces with their own characteristics flashed a trace of inexplicable interest. Although they didn't speak, they seemed to agree with what he said - the world is small.

They met again.

Such an encounter must be an inconceivable curse.

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Back at work, Xia Cao finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled brightly at her colleagues, sat down immediately, and sorted out the work she had accumulated for a week.

After a while, Xiaoyue and the few buddies who accompanied her on her birthday that day all surrounded her, speculating on her behavior that night, all of them were smiling, and kept asking questions...

"Fuck, did you eat up Manager Li that night? Hehe."

"Tell us, how many times did you come that night?"

"Grass, you are very afraid of pain, uh, did you cry when you did it for the first time?"

"Hehe, is Manager Li's performance in bed the same as his performance at work, meticulous? Is it wild or gentle?"

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Their questions became more intense one after another, Xia Cao became dizzy, thinking of the night that almost destroyed her life, the heart that was slightly calmed, began to ache sharply again.

"I'm sorry, I'll keep it a secret." She endured a whole lot of pain and said tactfully, tried her best to give them a natural smile, then lowered her head, turned on the computer, and typed on the keyboard very seriously.

When she said this, the buddies seemed to think that she and Li Xuanhao had the same thing, so they stopped asking her anything, and patted her on the shoulder with blessings, and returned to their respective jobs.

They finally left and became quiet, Xia Cao's mind could finally relax, she closed her eyes, and forced herself to concentrate on her work.

In a blink of an eye, it was already noon, and she was so serious that she even forgot to eat lunch.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang, "I am standing on the roof, under the light and shadow of dusk, I can hear the sound of love coming..."