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But the "lovely" people over there didn't seem to hear it, and they still walked into the hotel next to each other.

Depend on!

Song Cheng scribbled and snapped a few "criminal evidence" and kicked the car door. He just left his Bugatti and followed the two people in front of him.

The elevator door opened with a "ding". For some reason, the fat man stood alone in front of the elevator and muttered to the phone in an impatient tone. When he was about to look at Song Cheng, Song Cheng gave a slight sideways glance, avoiding his gaze.

As soon as the two entered and exited, the elevator door closed again.

Song Cheng had a thought in his heart before he could grasp it, and without hesitation, he rushed in the direction the man had just come from!

There was another door closing in the hallway. He stretched out his leather shoes and jammed the crack of the door, and effortlessly pushed the door in.

"Okay, Chu Tian, ​​looking for someone outside while hanging Ji Yanzheng." He sneered, "You can do it."

[Really come. ]

[Strange, Song Cheng and Chu Tian rarely deal with each other, they are just a friend's mistress, is this kind of thing worth his troubles? ]

[The garbage time has passed, and now is the garbage plot? ]

"Song Cheng?"

Ai Bei was sitting in front of the dressing table wearing a nightgown from the hotel. She was petite and slender. She couldn't hold the fabric in front and pulled it back. There was a big gap in the back collar, as if to reveal her slender shoulder blades, and her hair was tied up. , the falling strands of hair swiped on it.

"Why, when I met you, you were scared?"

"What am I afraid of?" She turned around again, picked up the skin care products one by one, and checked the instructions for use curiously, "If you say stealing people, stealing people, where's the evidence?"

"The witness is nearby, and I took a photo if I wanted physical evidence." He cut out the photo from his phone and shook it in front of her. "You think I'll do unprepared work?"

"That's really unfortunate, I just sent your witness back. As for the physical evidence—" She got up and approached him to look at the photo, "It's so blurry, it's still the back, can you be sure that this person is me?"

The photos taken in a hurry are indeed not clear enough, and it is only the back view that makes it difficult to identify.

She said in an extraordinarily naive tone: "Look at you, there is no evidence, so come to catch the rape. What should I do now? I'm on guard. Next time I won't let you succeed so easily."

He said this as if he was going to force her to **** her, Song Cheng laughed angrily.

"Chu Tian, ​​I'm **** your mother!"

"You can't **** my mother, but you can still **** me."

"Who the **** is going to **** you."

Song Cheng originally thought that he was going to return without success. This sentence was her mockery of him, but after the stressful reaction, he exploded the highest point of anger and dropped, and there was a trace of rationality back.

Her eyes seemed to be asking for his opinion, and it didn't look like she was joking at all. Song Cheng was immediately surprised, "What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Like a little girl who didn't know much about the world, she jumped in front of the TV, with a VCR on it. She faced him, pressed the switch, and the red indicator light came on—

She pointed to him, then to the VCR, lip-syncing to him, "Evidence."

Fuck the inexperienced little girl!

Rao was Song Cheng, who was rolling around in a pile of women. At this time, he was also startled by her actions, and his scalp was slightly numb.

Ai Bei smiled, turned his back to the video recorder and walked in his direction, and when Song Cheng was unprepared, he suddenly threw him on the bed!

Her knees pressed against his belly, making him not dare to act rashly. He would have been thrown on the bed by a woman, and after a brief absence, Song Cheng mocked, "Did you forget something?"

"what?"

"My relationship with Ji Yanzheng?"

"I remember, but it doesn't affect our relationship."

"what."

This is ridiculous.

The thought of irony brought him back to his senses, and if he had thought at first that he was not worth being a friend, it would be absurd now. Song Cheng looked her up and down, "Chu Tian, ​​I really can't see it on weekdays, you still have this side."

Ai Bei didn't answer, and stared at him for a long while, then suddenly rolled to the side, and when he rolled over and reached out to grab someone, he pulled the person off, caught off guard, and could hear each other's breath.

She whispered in his ear, "That way he won't see it clearly it's you."

The sound of air seemed to be scratching his ears lightly, and he was taken aback, "What?"

"I ask you, do you really want it?"

His throat was itchy, "…Huh?"

"Evidence." She grabbed his hand lightly, "Don't you want to grab my handle?"

Song Cheng wanted to laugh, she thought he was the kind of person who would not choose food? There are countless women who want to seduce him, and he has to cooperate with each one?

The difference in strength between men and women also made him not nervous for the time being at a disadvantage, and he was able to separate a part of his mind and watch her "perform" easily.

At this time, any **** action of Ai Bei will make him lose interest.

But she held his hand, but not on his chest as he thought, but on her fragile neck.

She leaned back slightly. There was soft skin under his palm, the girl's shallow blue veins were half hidden, and the fingertips pressed against the beating pulse, as if her life force would be lost if he squeezed hard.

This destructive desire, the indescribable sense of fragility, was extremely impactful, and it irritated Song Cheng at once.

She was like a cat whose belly was opened, exposing her weakest part to him.

"The handle is here," she said.

"What do you want to do?" Song Cheng's eyes dimmed instantly, uncontrollably, "What do you want?"

Ai Bei thought about it seriously, "money."

This is an answer Song Cheng is used to seeing, and an answer that fits his thoughts.

He had long known that this woman was nothing special and was not worthy of being a friend. However, if there is no special reason, friends will not necessarily give up on her.

At this time, her absurd proposal made him move slightly, and the hand gripping her throat tightened unconsciously.

Ai Bei hummed uncomfortably, his eyes were foggy, looking at him a little hazy and childish, "It hurts..."

Damn.

When he thought about it, everything he saw was a temptation.

In the interstellar era, the broadcast scale for eroticism is larger than in the ancient earth era. The rating system makes the enjoyment of adults reasonable and reasonable, but content unrelated to the plot will still be automatically blocked if the anchor does not apply.

In the live broadcast room, Ai Bei's bathrobe was messed up, and when her shoulders were exposed, it turned into a snowflake.

She applied for an escrow operation, and the rest was none of her business.

It's just that when she returned to her body, the breath in the room and the breath of the man around her made her eyes dark in an instant. She broke her fingernail unconsciously, and lightly rubbed it on the edge of the bed, and soon a sharp corner was formed, glowing with a cold white light.

"What sound?" Song Cheng moved his ears sharply, as if he wanted to look back.

Hey?

Only then did Abe realize what he had done.

The person who wants her to pass the fragile part to him usually has to trade his life for it, but this is not a garbage star...

"No."

She soothed softly.

Song Cheng woke up when a large amount of sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He stretched out his hand to cover his sullen eyes, and touched the other hand to the side, feeling empty.

He sat up abruptly and got out of bed before putting on his slippers, but when he looked up he happened to see the VCR on the TV.

still.

Where did that woman go? Call for breakfast?

Since she was for money, she shouldn't disappear until he didn't give it.

His tense shoulders slackened, Shi Shiran went to take a shower, then walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, took the VCR on the TV, and sat lazily beside the bed watching the video results.

Naturally, he would not have thought about the possibility that she deleted the video, but at this juncture, it doesn't matter if she deleted it. After all, the two had a one-night stand, and some details did not need to be proved by video.

But when he turned on the video recorder, he found that it was not as blank as he thought, and the video files were still there.

Did not delete?

Song Cheng hesitated now, does he really want to use this video as evidence and send it to Ji Yanzheng?

If that woman temporarily decided to seduce herself in order to block her mouth, how could she forget such an important matter?

In a state of confusion, he clicked on the video.

The screen flashed, and it turned out to be her enlarged face.

Her skin is good, and there are no blemishes in the details of the close-up shots. Her fair and tender cheeks, and the thin fluff is like a puff of puffed peaches. A little tear mole on the corner of her face is on her face, and she doesn't have a mature style, just like a girl's lively prank, which makes her facial features more vivid.

"Morning, did you sleep well?"

"First of all, I didn't delete the video, you can see it by clicking to play the next video."

"But I couldn't wake you up, I couldn't get the money, and I didn't want to waste time in the room, so I decided to withdraw the money in my own way."

"This seems to be quite useful."

She took a document from the side and took a close-up for him to see.

Song Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, he had already seen the cover of the document, it was their company's document! Damn he clearly put it in the car—

"I opened the door with your car key. I didn't move the car. The key is on the bedside table. Well, what are these? I don't understand..." She flipped through it.

"—However, I don't understand. Someone should understand."

He already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Ai Bei held the VCR in one hand and slipped on slippers bigger than her little feet in the other, and walked to the bedside. Because the bedroom was covered with a thick fleece blanket, the sound was quiet, at least he didn't wake up on the bed.

His trousers were thrown on the ground, she took out the mobile phone from his suit pants pocket, just at this moment the mobile phone vibrated, he seemed to feel it, and fumbled with his hand on the bedside, she grabbed his hand, A "chirp" kiss in the palm of the hand.

As if he had completed the task, he retracted his hand and fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Song Cheng almost scolded himself angrily. At this time, he had to vaguely guess what she wanted to do. What's even more frightening is that, seeing this woman do this kind of action to him naturally, he has a strange feeling...

In the picture, Ai Bei returned to the living room with his mobile phone. The coffee table was flush with the sofa. She thought it was too tiring to sit on the sofa and bend over to look at the documents, so she squatted on tiptoe on the carpet, with her back against the sofa, her posture was lazy and cute.

The address book turned down with her fingertips and stopped at the name "Fan Shaoyang".

This person is Ji Yanzheng's number one enemy. The two have similar business layouts and have competed in many fields. Ji Yanzheng had the upper hand, but Fan Shaoyang's sword took a slant and brought him a lot of trouble.

When the phone was dialed, Ai Bei's tone changed, very mature and capable.

"Hello, Mr. Fan, I'm the secretary of Mr. Song, Mr. Song of the Song Group... This is Mr. Song's phone. I think you will be interested in what I have."

"If you need to meet and talk in detail, if you have time, you'd better hurry up, otherwise it will become waste paper."

"Okay, see you at eight."

The VCR was brought to her face again.

"Then, I'll take the money."

She waved her hand like a child, and the bathrobe on half of her shoulders slid down, revealing the little hickeys around her neck.

With a "pop", the video finished playing, and the screen was dark.

Song Cheng's expression was as gloomy as water, even worse than the screen. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chu, sweet!"