Wanda felt that she was pressed against the window glass. If she stepped back, she would fall down. "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" With one hand on the window and the other on her chin, Quincy whispered in her ear, "What do you think I want to do? You know those reporters have been chasing me. Do you want them to take pictures secretly by pulling open the curtain? Well, of course I will try my best to cooperate with your performance. "

Wanda reached out her hand and tried to push him away, but Quincy didn't move at all. "Hey, are you feeling too good about yourself? This is the sixteen floor. Do you think those reporters are Spiderman? "

Quincy raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Those reporters had taken pictures of me when I was on the sixteenth floor before. The news spread all over the city. Don't tell me you didn't know it! "

She did see the news, but she didn't notice that it was taken on the sixteenth floor. Wait a minute. Did he mean that she asked t

Aren't you dating? Was there anything wrong? Or Someone said that Mr. Qin was injured before and lost his sexual capacity. Is that true? "

Wanda couldn't help but open her mouth into an O shape. They really dared to ask anything.

"They are asking you."

Wanda pointed at her mouth. A few minutes ago, she was told to shut up.

Without being seen by anyone, Quincy's hand pinched her waist hard. It hurt so much that she burst into tears. She quickly opened the window and said, "How can you do this? I'm just an ordinary person. Do you want to expose the secret of our boudoir? Besides, we are just here to enjoy the romantic date. If we really have something to do, why don't we go home? Why do I need you to count for us? "

The security guards of the hotel had surrounded them, and their car could finally move forward. Wanda angrily roll up the window. She not only have to cover them up but also have to help them answer the questions about their intercourse, what a steep loss.