Chapter 124 Product
A shudder ran down Meng Ying’s neck.
Obviously she was very familiar with his touch, but when her hot breath fell, her body shrank instinctively, and the white skin on her neck was glowing with a layer of pink. She thought in her heart that this big Buddha will be here tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to send him away.
The room on this floor of Butterfly Apartment is almost the same size, about fifty square meters, a single apartment, a dark walnut-colored solid wood bed, 1.5 meters wide, a bedside table of the same color, a wardrobe, There is a glass coffee table, a dark gray couch, a bathroom, an open kitchenette, and an electric kettle plugged in. She rarely uses the kitchen, usually eating crew meals on the set or ordering takeout.
When Meng Ying walked in, she rushed to the bed, picked up the clothes on the bed, and stuffed them into the closet.
She already had an instinct that a 'male' intruding into the family would shock her radar, and she wanted to clean up the messy room with traces of living in it as quickly as possible.
Liang Jincong watched her movements.
The sheets and quilt cover on the small bed have bright and warm sunflower prints.
With a strong home girl style.
The few pieces of clothes scattered on the bed seemed to tell him that not long ago, this woman stood in front of the dressing mirror by the window, changing clothes one by one, and found the most suitable one for an appointment. Meal.
Finally, she chose this light blue long dress. As she walked, the skirt's arc swayed like an orchid in still water.
The thin lips slightly curved in pleasure.
He pressed the pause button on her stuffing clothes into the closet, picked up a crumpled bright yellow skirt that had been stuffed in, and roughly traced it according to her body shape. It should be... Above her knees, "Why aren't you wearing this?"
The bright yellow color gives it a bright girly feel.
The blue dress she is wearing at the moment is very gentle and feminine.
Meng Ying's white fingers grabbed a bra and put it behind her back. In the gap was a piece of milky white lace. She pinched the hanger with her other finger, "If you like it, I'll wear it next time."
"I want to see you, wear it now."
Bright yellow sleeveless skirt, the color is very bright, small V-neck style, waist design, visual inspection can reach just five centimeters above the woman's knees. location. The fabric was soft and he held it in his hands, rubbing it slightly with his fingertips, as gently as he was rubbing the woman's skin.
"Mr. Liang, doesn't this look good on me?" Meng Ying pursed her lips and smiled. The color of her lipstick had almost faded, revealing her original pink lips. She still wanted to make a final struggle.
“I thought you would think I look better in blue.”
"It looks good." But it's not easy to take off.
Deep eyes glanced at the woman. There was no zipper around the waist, only a lace-up structure on the back, like a shoelace design. It was beautiful and cumbersome. The skirt was too long, and it was difficult to wear high heels. Can mop the floor.
She came home and didn’t even take off her high heels.
He was busy stuffing clothes into the closet, with a blush of embarrassment on his face.
The light blue dress swayed with her steps, revealing her white ankles and the butterfly tattoo on them that had slowly faded over time.
Liang Jincong said in a commanding tone, "Meng Ying, put on this."
Meng Ying hesitated for two seconds, bit her lip and gave him a smile, "Okay."
"Liang Sir, please wait a moment."
He is still so polite and dignified. From the restaurant to here, dinner, car delivery, from beginning to end, he has always been polite and polite. It seems that he has not embarrassed her, as if' The threat' doesn't exist.
She is wearing a mask.
He seemed to be wearing a mask on his face, wanting to slowly, slowly devour her bit by bit.
Since she said 'you' and 'Mr. Liang', he readily accepted it and looked down upon her like a person in a high position giving orders.
Meng Ying felt the suffocating feeling in the air in the room.
She lowered her head, with a white face, and tightened her clothes to go to the bathroom to change. Before she could take a step forward, she heard Liang Jincong say, "Take off your clothes here."
His face turned pale.
The long eyelashes fluttered.
"Mr. Liang, it turns out that you also like to watch people change clothes."
"I didn't have it before, but now, I can have it." Liang Jincong sat on the sofa, smoky gray In the middle of the sofa, the man's knees were crossed elegantly and naturally, and he lit a cigarette. His posture showed an innate nobility and the pressure of the superior.
In the past, Meng Ying could feel this pressure on him, but tonight, at this moment, especially... even...
It seemed that he was deliberately restraining himself in the past.
But at this moment, let them all go out.
She suddenly felt her scalp numb.
The man's eyes were naked and sharp, sweeping from head to her feet. He took off her high heels and her toes curled up due to nervousness and discomfort. She bit her lip and untied the laces behind her little by little. Liang Jincong's sight seemed to be the highest density and most sophisticated cold instrument, without any human warmth. Her heart was pounding.
Changing clothes under his glance.
It was as if the air around her was squeezing towards her.
I want to crush everything in her.
Skin, blood, uncontrollable redness.
Her fingers were trembling as she held on to the last end of the lace. This posture made her wrists ache. After taking off her long skirt, her long black hair hung down on her fair body, itching and oozing out from her skin. A layer of nervous sweat, clammy.
Meng Ying's psychology seemed to be on trial.
She immediately picked up the yellow skirt on the bed and wanted to put it on as quickly as possible to end this kind of psychological beating.
“Keep taking it off.”
The woman’s slender figure trembled.
She looked at him.
The pupils were trembling, and the cherry-pink lips opened and closed.
But she hasn't said it yet.
The man blew out a smoke ring, his voice was deep and irresistible, "I said, continue."
Instructions from a high-ranking person.
The indifference in his eyes.
Dominate all.
The air slowly enveloped Meng Ying with a coldness. On this May day, Meng Ying felt a piercing sensation on her fingertips. The small room seemed to have become a freezer, and she was a commodity placed in the freezer. .
Deep breathing can no longer adjust my emotions.
Meng Ying bit her lip and slowly applied force.
The pink lips were congested, the tooth marks were white, and there was pain from the squeeze.
The tears in my eyes were about to fall.
Her body stiffened and she took off her bra and panties.
When he bent down, his long black hair obscured his vision.
A tear ran across the bridge of his nose and sank into his long hair.
When I straightened up again, there was nothing covering my body.
Liang Jincong stood up and walked to her in one step, two steps, three steps, and four steps.
Meng Ying wanted to hide back, take a step back, but held back.
She seemed to have been nailed to the spot by a nail.
Liang Jincong like this made her feel scared.
Elegance and dignity are just a layer of appearance on a handsome body.
When you are angry, it is the whirlpool in the black sea that rolls up fine foam and sweeps over the cruise ship, swallowing everything.
No one can survive such a whirlpool.
Innocent smoke puffed out from the tall bridge of her nose, and two columns of smoke scattered on her face. The man's eyes were filled with waves of silence, "Turn around."
He seemed to be looking at the glass showcase. The goods inside looked at her like this.
Watch her show off her body.
Looking at her trembling and frightened look.
His sight was like Lingchi's ice pick.