Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 145 She Didn't Marry

After eating dinner alone, Hong Jiaqi sat in the courtyard for a while before going to bed. She thought Pei Zhihan would not come back at night, but in the middle of the night, there was a noise from the door, and she hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, seeing that it was Pei Zhihan leaving came in.

"Why did you come back?" Hong Jiaqi sat on the bed and grabbed the quilt tightly, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Pei Zhihan put the tie on the bedside table, lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his head, and closed his eyes as if he didn't want to say a word.

Hong Jiaqi didn't speak anymore, looking at the leather shoes on his feet, time seemed to stand still, very quiet.

Just when Hong Jiaqi got up hesitantly, and was about to go over to take off his leather shoes, a big hand stretched out and pressed her on the bed, that heavy body rolled over without warning, and took her away involuntarily. Hong Jiaqi's breath.

Such a dense and passionate kiss hardly gave Hong Jiaqi a chance to breathe, grabbing the breath in her mouth, it seemed that it was not enough.

Hong Jiaqi wanted to struggle, but he clasped his hands. In the dark night, those deep eyes were staring at her intently, and his breathing was short. Obviously, he himself had breathed in more than breathed out just now.

Because of panting, Hong Jiaqi's chest rose and fell violently, which seemed to be choppy...

The next day, Hong Jiaqi was determined not to get out of bed. An Lan came in in the morning and saw the purple marks on Hong Jiaqi's neck, her eyes lit up. It seems that the young master came to Hong Jiaqi's room last night to make a mess, "Miss Hong, if there is no Mrs. Pei If so, will you marry our young master?"

Hong Jiaqi was startled when she heard the words, she really didn't understand why she had such an idea all of a sudden, although she already knew that Leng Bingqing had passed away, but...

How could someone as indifferent and noble as him look up to a Cinderella like her?
Besides, he was the one who destroyed her engagement banquet.

"Yes, right?" An Lan smiled openly.

"will not."

"Why?" An Lan frowned, "Even if it is, you don't want it?" Their young master is tall, handsome and rich, well, how many women's dream lovers, she doesn't want to marry?

"Because there are no ifs in this world." Hong Jiaqi tapped her forehead with her fingers, "Even if there were ifs, that person would not be me."

She doesn't want to dream anymore now.

"That's what I said, but it's good to have sex once in a while, anyway, no one knows." An Lan really didn't understand why Hong Jiaqi was so pragmatic.

"Then tell me, how many times have you YYed your young master?" Hong Jiaqi took a hairband and tied it into a ponytail, deliberately trying to be funny, with a charming look in her eyes.

An Lan quickly lowered her head, "YY is YY, but the protagonist is not the young master." Pinching her fingers, An Lan seemed very uncomfortable, and her articulation seemed unclear.

"Who is that?" Hong Jiaqi brushed her bangs with a comb in front of the vanity mirror, while looking at An Lan in the mirror with her head bowed, "Let me guess, it can't be Uncle Zhong, right?"

"Uncle Zhong?" An Lan looked up in amazement, and looked at Hong Jiaqi in disbelief, "That's a bad old man." In her eyes, does she have that much taste?

(End of this chapter)