Tender Trap: Blackmailed My Future Husband

Li junhuan and Han Mo look at each other, and Han Mo's face turns white.

After a moment, Li junhuan nodded and put the changed biscuit into his mouth in front of Han Xinli.

Han Xinli looks happy.

Soon, she put another biscuit in Li junhuan's hand, and closed his big hand. Obviously, this piece is not for him.

Li junhuan looked down at the biscuit in his hand and looked at Han Xinli.

Han Xinli said seriously: "this is for Gu Xiaoyou, she likes..."

Li junhuan's figure trembled, and Han Xinli has turned and walked toward the nanny.

Han Mo stares at Han Xinli with some excitement, and asks the nanny, "does Miss think of anything?"

The nanny also shook her head with consternation: "I don't know, miss just said nothing..."

……

From Han Mo's house, Li junhuan's shocked expression has not faded.

He looked back at the inside and said to Wen Zhiyu, "do you want to sit down with me again?"

Wen Zhiyu waved his hand: "no, a group of single old men get together every day. They are bored to think about it. The company's affairs are still left in the company to say that I want to sleep!"

Li junhuan did not say anything, and Wen Zhiyu walked toward the direction of the gate.

After a few steps, Wen Zhiyu suddenly stopped and turned to ask, "have you heard about Gu Xiaoyou in the United States recently?"

Li junhuan was asked a Leng.

Not waiting for Li junhuan to react, Wen Zhiyu waved his hand and said, "forget it, you can't die, do my shit!"

Li junhuan did not understand what Wen Zhiyu came out of, and Wen Zhiyu had turned and strode towards the door.

Wen Zhiyu came by car. Before Li junhuan came to the door, Wen Zhiyu's car had already started and sped away. The sound could be heard all over the street when the horsepower was high.

Li junhuan's villa is close to here. He chooses to walk back.

Out of the door of Han Mo, Li junhuan takes out the cigarette box from the pocket of his trousers, knocks one out from the inside and nods down.

After a violent cough, his face had some abnormal demon red.

But he took a strong breath and walked towards his villa.

The dream just now was still in his mind.

In the dream, Gu Xiaoyou was wearing a long skirt of broken flowers. In a cold and humid room, he bowed his head and cried bitterly.

Her skirt was too long to cover her slender legs. But the little white feet were exposed outside and were red with cold.

Outside the window floating snow, Li junhuan want to hand her the coat on the body, but her eyes are resistant, it seems that she does not like his approach.

Han Qing didn't know when he appeared in front of him. He picked Gu Xiaoyou from the floor and walked by him with her.

Li junhuan turns around and unconsciously follows Han Qing's steps to the deep of the house.

There was a big bedroom, and there was almost nothing in the bedroom, except a big bed with bright colors.

The bed was pink and extravagant, in sharp contrast to the room.

Han Qing will Gu Xiaoyou flat in the middle of the big bed, in front of his face one by one to take off Gu Xiaoyou clothes.

Li junhuan's eyes prick red, want to stop, but quickly stopped.

In the sight, Gu Xiaoyou's face is scarlet. Her body almost inch wisp not, sit up from the bed, hook Han Qing's neck, take him to oneself.

Gu Xiaoyou's teasing technique is very skillful, Han Qing stares at her, the larynx involuntarily rolls.

Li junhuan couldn't believe what he saw. He wanted to rush up to separate them. However, he found that Han Qing refused to leave her.

Gu Xiaoyou and Han Qing in front of his eyes staged a lively bed 1 drama, she caters to Han Qing's every move, blushing cheeks, blurred eyes, delicate voice panting.

Li junhuan's heart sour already had bubble, that kind of crazy jealousy, torment of him was about to collapse.

His vision began to blur, and gradually he could not see Gu Xiaoyou's expression. Only the two entangled bodies on the bed moved in front of his eyes.

It was not until he opened his eyes that it was a dream.

But even so, his breath was still hard to calm for a long time, and his chest was almost out of breath.

in San Francisco, Han Qing's apartment.

Kangjie heard the noise outside and rushed out of the room.

The scene in front of her scared her pale.

It was a mess on the clean and tidy floor.

A fish tank more than one meter high was knocked down to the ground. Colorful tropical fish were struggling to wriggle and struggle on the floor, making a crackling sound with their tails. This night was magnified countless times, and it was extremely frightening.

And the slippery floor is full of glass fragments, shining in the afterglow of the TV.Gu Xiaoyou half lying on the ground, expression pain, abnormal white face.

She was tightly held in her arms by Han Qing, and the dazzling blood was flowing from her body

She did not care about the glass residue on the floor. She ran to Han and asked, "are you OK, sir?"

Han Qing's arm props up his body and looks down to see if Gu Xiaoyou is injured.

Although Gu Xiaoyou is a little naked, but fortunately it is not a big problem, in addition to a few small holes on the lower leg, there is a little shallow scratch on the forehead.

Sister Kang holds Gu Xiaoyou up and turns her head to Han Qing.

Han Qing sat up from the floor and pressed his arm tightly, but even so, the blood still couldn't stop flowing down his fingers.

Gu Xiaoyou is stupefied in one side, the abdomen also has some faint ache.

However, she quickly responded, turned and ran upstairs, took out the medicine box from the glove room, and squatted on Han's side, handed the medical gauze to Kang Jie.

Sister Kang was in a hurry and said to Gu Xiaoyou: "please call for emergency. Sir's wound is too deep. I'm afraid it will hurt the artery."

Gu Xiaoyou's forehead is covered with sweat. She nods, her hair still clings to the corner of her mouth. She doesn't care to brush it off. She turns to the tea table and looks for Han Qing's mobile phone.

Han Qing pressed the wound on his arm, raised his head and looked at Gu Xiaoyou's flustered back. He felt a little relieved

Wen Zhiyu did not go home directly after he left Han Mo's house.

Instead, they made two rounds on the Third Ring Road, and finally headed for the western suburbs.

In front of Tan wanwan's apartment, Wen Zhiyu's car stopped. Two hours later, the door did not open.

Wen Zhiyu's sight is placed in the apartment.

The light was still on in the living room, but it was dark in the bedroom on the second floor.

He knows that Tan wanwan is not sleeping

-

in late August, the dry heat in Lincheng was abnormal.

The high temperature, which is hard to meet for decades, has set new records over the years.