Devil's Honey Baby

Ji Zailin's face was momentarily cloudy. He suddenly got up and pulled Yao Jiang sitting on the sofa and walked outside.

Yao Jiang didn't know what was going on with Ji Zailin. One of them stumbled when he didn't notice him. His steps were even more shaky. He soon pulled him out of the box.

Lin Zongyuan looked at the box door, which was shaking because of its strength. Yao Jiang and Ji Zailin had long disappeared outside the door. A familiar and interesting smile gradually floated on his face. He leaned the red wine on the table close to his lips and drank it in one gulp.

This woman is quite different, but I just don't know if it's fake.

Outside the corridor, even if Ji Zailin took a big step and walked very fast, there was still no sound on the thick carpet on the corridor, only the cold wind.

The strength from his hand gradually increased, bringing clear pain, while Ji Zailin's hand was still exerting strength, and his steps were accelerating.

Yao Jiang looked at the cold, knife cut profile of her side face, frowned, and her eyes were full of inexplicable and strange. With the pain from her wrist, she could no longer inexplicably bear the increasing pain. Her quiet little face sank down and said, "Mr. Ji, let go!"

Ji Zailin heard her suddenly say something very strange and exclusive. He crossed the picture just now and the picture six years ago in his mind. His strength tightened.

"Hiss," Yao Jiang took a breath of cold air, and felt that his wrist was as painful as breaking off.

At the same time, because of the pain, her feet slowed down a step and didn't keep up with Ji Zailin's steps. Suddenly, her legs bent, her heels twisted and her body fell down.

"Ah" she breathed out uncontrollably, but quickly bit the lip flap and restrained the heart piercing pain at her ankle.

Ji Zailin heard Yao Jiang's scream and finally stopped. He turned and looked at her. His clean little face was pale, and his forehead exuded fine sweat.

His figure moved slightly, and he bent over to hold Yao Jiang up.

Yao Jiang noticed his movement and twisted his body to avoid his arm. His face was full of pain, and his eyes were stubborn. He looked at the beautiful eyes that fascinated all women and said, "President Ji, you go to dinner. It's not good if you delay the trip in the afternoon."

The sweat on her forehead gradually became dense, and she bit out a row of white tooth marks on her lips. Her eyes were clear and stubborn, calm and indifferent.

The arm was so stiff there, and the look in his eyes became cold, but it was only a few seconds, fleeting.

Take back your hand, get up, stand up straight, like the king who looks at the ants, noble and cold.

The corners of his mouth aroused a familiar evil spirit, with a smile, but his eyes were cold. He looked at Yao Jiang sitting on the ground, looked down at her, and whispered, "my secretary, very good, very competent."

Then he turned and walked towards the box just now.

Soon, Ji Zailin's figure disappeared in Yao Jiang's sight. Her unbearable pain finally filled the air at the moment Ji Zailin disappeared. She closed her eyes, covered her ankles, bit her lips and tried to ease the pain.

She knew that she had twisted her foot. No matter how long she was relieved, she couldn't relieve the pain. She had to go to the hospital.

The eyes closed and then opened, it was firm.

She reached out and took off her high-heeled shoes, especially when she took off her sprained left foot. She was very slow, but it still brought heart piercing pain.