CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Until the door came a sound of the doorknob being turned open, and then the thick mahogany door was closed, making a dull sound.

Shen Qingqing could not help but hold her breath and silently listened to the footsteps approaching her.

A tall, slender and erect man came up to her and stood.

The man wears the black suit which is straight and graceful, and sets off the perfect body shape more and more straight. The side face is angular, and a pair of black eyes are full of sharp.

Leng Shaoheng casually takes off his suit coat and puts it aside, looking down at her.

Only a small group of women huddled in the corner of the bed, her eyes were covered by scarves, he could not see her face clearly, but that beautiful oval face was white and with a touch of pink luster.

Her hands are clenched in front of her knees. A pair of cherry lips reveal her tension and uneasiness at this time

He bowed slightly and approached Shen Qingqing slowly.

The light breath of the man's body, which was clear and mixed with hormones, rolled towards her. She could not help holding her breath and moved back.

Seeing this, Leng Shaoheng couldn't help laughing. He lazily pulled off his tie and threw it on the ground. His slender and well-defined fingers lifted Shen Qingqing's delicate and dexterous chin.

"Don't be afraid." His low and magnetic voice sounded faintly in his ears, and a trace of hoarseness lingered. Shen Qingqing's heart beat like thunder.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, Leng Shaoheng stretched out her slender hands to untie her buttons. Her breath stopped and she didn't dare to move again.

At the moment when the big palms touched her skin, Shen Qingqing raised her hand to push the man's shoulder and struggled.

But in front of the man, her strength is not enough to compete. Leng Shaoheng controls her hands with one hand and no longer gives her any chance to struggle.

He has a habit of cleanliness. He will never touch anything that others have touched. The woman in front of him was uneasy and flustered, but this kind of strange now pleased him very well.

However, all this was endless torture for Shen Qingqing. Her tears wetted the black blindfold, covered her eyes, and also covered her ignorant and humiliating heart.

Shen Qingqing's brain is blank, clenching her teeth, and her nose is sour, but there is no room for resistance. Shame and pain tormented her, and soon she fainted.