Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

Cheng Wenjing gave her home address, and Chen Mo personally acted as her driver.

One of them harbored ill intentions, while the other played along.

When the car stopped downstairs at Cheng Wenjing's house, the smell of alcohol on her had mostly dissipated, but she still didn't seem completely sober.

Chen Mo naturally put his arm around Cheng Wenjing's shoulder and escorted her upstairs.

"Mr. Chen, would you like to come in and have some water?" When they arrived at the door, Cheng Wenjing seemed to be in much better condition.

"OK."

Chen Mo strode into Cheng Wenjing's room.

He liked to go to other people's homes to drink water.

Although I know Cheng Wenjing probably doesn't like men, what can I do?

There's no reason not to eat meat that's practically offered to you!

Chen Mo slammed the door shut behind him, giving Cheng Wenjing no chance to pull away, and immediately put his arm around her waist.

"Let me taste your water and see if it tastes good!"

Chen Mo held Cheng Wenjing's back with one hand, and with the other hand, he moved down her pert waist.

Then, with one hand, he lifted Cheng Wenjing up and kissed her deeply.

"Hmm..."

Cheng Wenjing didn't expect Chen Mo to be so impatient; this was completely different from her plan!

But she dared not resist forcefully, fearing that Chen Mo would leave directly, and then her plan would completely fail.

Left with no other choice, she could only suppress her nausea and respond to Chen Mo's kiss, while pushing against Chen Mo's shoulders with both hands.

She was afraid that Chen Mo would just take advantage of her, but she was also afraid that if she used too much force, she would push Chen Mo away.

Chen Mo, supporting Cheng Wenjing, walked towards a room that looked like a bedroom.

Once inside the room, Chen Mo placed Cheng Wenjing on the bed and was about to press himself against her.

Cheng Wenjing quickly reached out to stop Chen Mo.

"Wait a minute... just a minute..."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? At this point, what are we waiting for?"

"I've been drinking, and I smell." Cheng Wenjing quickly sat up in bed. "Let me take a shower first, okay?"

"Let's shower together!" Chen Mo said, reaching out to pull Cheng Wenjing into his arms.

"No..." Chen Wenjing refused, "I'm shy!"

Cheng Wenjing stood up and moved to stand in front of Chen Mo, leaning against him and whispering in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "After I take a shower, how about we play something exciting together, Mr. Chen?"

"Oh? What's so exciting?" Chen Mo asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Chen Wenjing wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, turned around, and gently pushed him away with both hands.

Chen Mo obediently leaned back and lay down on the bed.

Cheng Wenjing leaned over Chen Mo, reached out and pulled open the bedside table next to her, taking out two pairs of handcuffs.

"To prevent you from barging in while I'm taking a shower, I'm going to handcuff you first."

Cheng Wenjing waved the handcuffs in front of Chen Mo.

"Wait, I need to be up there!"

Chen Mo understood; so Chen Wenjing was already up to this.

I just don't know if this is the first time this trick has been used.

"I see. I'm really looking forward to what's to come."

Chen Mo's eyes were full of lust, and he cooperated by having Cheng Wenjing handcuff his hands to the headboard, behaving like a lecherous man blinded by beauty.

Seeing Chen Mo's cooperation, Cheng Wenjing was secretly delighted.

Although being kissed by this stinky man for so long was disgusting, it was good because I was about to kill him.

After handcuffing Chen Mo, Cheng Wenjing gave him a flirtatious wink, then got up and left the bedroom.

Chen Mo didn't know if Cheng Wenjing was really going to take a shower or just going to get the weapon.

When the sound of the showerhead spraying water came from outside, Chen Mo had a thought and stored the two handcuffs in his spatial storage.

However, Chen Mo simply got up, found the key to the handcuffs in the bedside table next to him, loosened both handcuffs a little, and then put them back in their original positions.

However, Chen Mo can now remove his hands from the handcuffs at any time.

Since Cheng Wenjing wants to play, I'll play along with her.

Cheng Wenjing took less than ten minutes to take a shower.

When she returned to the bedroom, she was wrapped in a bathrobe and her hair was wrapped in a towel.

Seeing Chen Mo still lying in bed as before, he was overjoyed.

"Mr. Chen, I'm here. Are you ready?"

"Of course, I can't wait!" Chen Mo replied cooperatively.

Cheng Wenjing smiled gently, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to stroke Chen Mo's face.

His fingers slid down Chen Mo's neck, down to his chest, and gently unbuttoned Chen Mo's shirt, revealing his firm pectoral muscles.

The finger continued downwards, sliding to Chen Mo's waist, and gently pressed down.

"Mr. Chen, you're in such a hurry!"

Cheng Wenjing unbuckled Chen Mo's belt and pulled his pants down to his knees with both hands.

Chen Mo obediently lifted his buttocks, a hint of admiration flashing through his mind.

What a clever woman! By pulling her pants down halfway, she indirectly restricted Chen Mo's legs.

"Come on, beautiful lady, what are you waiting for?" Chen Mo looked impatient.

"Don't rush!"

Cheng Wenjing placed her hand on Chen Mo's chest again, pressing on his heart as if searching for a place to strike.

Chen Mo remained calm and watched Cheng Wenjing do her thing.

Cheng Wenjing placed one hand on Chen Mo's chest and slowly leaned down.

The neckline of the bathrobe was wide open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin that caught Chen Mo's eye.

With his other hand, he quietly reached down to his lower back, where a dagger was tied to the belt of his bathrobe.

Seeing that Chen Mo's gaze was drawn to her chest, Cheng Wenjing made her move.

He took out a dagger and stabbed it viciously into Chen Mo's heart.

According to her plan, Chen Mo would die by her knife in the next instant.

She deserved it; who told her to dare steal Tom Judy's company!

Anyone who bullies Tom Judy deserves to die!

However, she still underestimated Chen Mo.

Before the dagger could fall, Chen Mo grabbed Cheng Wenjing's wrist.

"What is Miss Cheng planning to do?"

The sinister smile on Cheng Wenjing's face had not yet disappeared, and a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

What happened? Weren't his hands handcuffed?

Besides, how did he know my surname was Cheng? I never told him my name!

Before Cheng Wenjing could figure it out, Chen Mo had already taken the initiative and pinned her down.

The handcuffs that had been binding Chen Mo's hands were now on Cheng Wenjing's hands.

Chen Mo casually kicked his pants aside and stood by the bed, looking at Cheng Wenjing lying on the bed.

"Miss Cheng, the tables have turned!"

As Cheng Wenjing struggled, she asked, "Are you faking it? How do you know my surname is Cheng?"

Chen Mo sat back on the bed and reached out to untie Cheng Wenjing's bathrobe.

"What are you doing? Take your dirty hands off me and don't touch me!" Cheng Wenjing struggled.

Chen Mo toyed with a soft object in his hand and said, "I want to acquire Longfa Real Estate. How could the people around the executives not have investigated thoroughly? Besides, the smell of alcohol is different when you're drunk and when you spill it on yourself."