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Chapter 312 Men Can't Get Us Out of Poverty

The struggle just now caused sweat to break out on her forehead, and her thin nightgown was torn open in a big hole. Her skin was so white that it shone brightly. Her shameful and angry expression made Zhan Yan's lower abdomen tighten, like a tremor.

A flower picked at will.

The man looked at her wantonly, his eyes blazing, as if he wanted to see through her.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't want to see him, so she turned her face sideways and looked at the heavy curtains. There was a dent in the delicate collarbone. The man leaned over and kissed her again, leaving traces of his own.

Wang Mei has gone back. No matter how hard Zhuang Mingyue resists, she still won't be able to escape.

There were only two of them in the whole villa.

Zhuang Mingyue's ending seems to be doomed. No matter what, she will still be polluted. Although... the banquet will not proceed to the last step and enter the body, but... she is also afraid that he will burn out at a moment's notice without any controllable self-control.

force.

After Zhuang Haisheng left, the entire banker seemed to belong to him.

Zhan Yan's only patience was exhausted.

"Then let me help you choose." The man had already untied the metal buckle and pulled down the zipper. The ugly thing seemed to touch Zhuang Mingyue's chin. She was so hot that she struggled violently and closed her eyes, "You...

Bastard, get up."

"Shh, it'll be fine in a moment..."

Forty minutes later.

Zhuang Mingyue grabbed something at random, wiped it off her chest and face, and then threw it directly on his head.

"...I really want to kill you, you bastard, get out of here."

Zhan Yan pulled off the shirt on his head without any annoyance and threw it in a corner. Then he stood up naked and picked up the girl on the bed.

Zhuang Mingyue stretched out her leg and kicked her directly. Zhan Yan quickly dodged it. Zhuang Mingyue took the opportunity to run out of bed from the other side. The door of the room had been opened just a crack. The next second...

With a 'bang' sound, it was slammed shut again.

Zhan Yan pulled her back and made her lie on the door, with her graceful curves and her waist...

Except for some international models with good figures, not every woman has a waist.

Zhan Yan was walking in the business world and had seen all kinds of power and sex transactions. Of all the women he had seen, no one could compare to the beauty he was crushing on.

"He's very courageous and dares to kick anywhere."

"Zhan Yan, you will definitely cut off your children and grandchildren, and you will not have a good death in the future."

Zhan Yan grabbed her waist and asked her to bend down a little, tilting her head to enjoy it. With such a big temper, it seemed that she would not seek death for a while.

The man played with the girl with his hands and asked her to tighten her legs, "I will die on you."

Zhuang Mingyue bit her lip, the humiliation in her eyes was even worse. Zhan Yan had never loved her, he had always just treated her like a young lady, and she would come and go as soon as she was called.

What he likes...is just this body...

It squeezed in, between the legs.

Back and forth, dawdling.

More than an hour.

I don't know how many times, when I let her go, Zhuang Mingyue felt like a puddle of mud all over her body and was about to fall to the ground. Zhan Yan picked her up in time and walked into the bathroom.

Zhuang Mingyue was too lazy to move her fingers, and her mind was in a state of confusion. It had to be said that apart from being in love every day, Zhan Yan was also a master at flirting...

She also hated the great satisfaction she got under the pressure and couldn't push him away every time.

Zhuang Mingyue slept for nearly twenty hours and woke up at 4:30 in the morning.

The two of them were wearing nothing and were lying on the same bed. Zhuang Mingyue's back was close to that hot body, as hot as a stove. She looked out the window blankly. For some reason, she gave Zhuang Mingyue a feeling.

She didn't feel reborn at all.

He liked it very much, holding her from behind to sleep, and even pressing her back when she turned over, so after all these years, her habit of sleeping on her side has not changed.

Think about it, a habit that has been cultivated for nearly ten years and has always been in the bones, how can it be easily broken.

Zhuang Mingyue turned around and faced this abstinent face that had once fascinated thousands of women.

The Zhan Yan in her memory looked like he was nearly forty years old. If he hadn't lived again, Zhuang Mingyue would have almost forgotten what the young Zhan Yan was like.

Zhuang Mingyue looked up at him and looked at him carefully...

The two faces of Zhan Yan, who was still young at this time, and that of Zhan Yan, who had entered middle age, overlapped with each other.

Zhan Yan is in his forties, he is more mature, his facial features are deep and more charming, and he has a unique and calm aura that not everyone can have. No matter how dangerous or difficult things happen, as long as he is there

Being around you can give you a sense of security and you can trust him with everything.

In the elite circles at that time, men of his age were either out of shape or had thinning hair.

Zhan Yan is very self-disciplined. From figure to status, he is the leader. Otherwise, there would not be so many outstanding women who are always thinking about him. How many mistresses came to her and forced her to abdicate...Zhuang Mingyue has lost count.

Come.

But in his eyes, no one can pretend to be...

Zhuang Mingyue plays the role of an extremely generous and good wife. The happy "Mrs. Zhan" does not fight for anything and is like a walking zombie...

Every time I think about those little memories, in fact, they were rarely happy, and most of them were filled with sadness and bitterness for her.

It was clear that my heart was broken, but it was put back together again, and it ached fiercely again.

Zhuang Mingyue wanted to strangle him to death, but with her own strength, Zhan Yan woke up before she could die.

Zhuang Mingyue got out of bed quietly, put on a pair of pajamas and walked downstairs.

She admitted that she was cowardly and didn't know what method she should use to get over her previous pain.

She actually had a heart disease before she got cancer. She got it the day after tomorrow. The doctor said it was caused by years of anxiety, depression and excessive emotions. It is not hereditary, but as long as she is severely stimulated, she may suffer a sudden cardiac death at any time.

All her troubles came from him alone.

Zhuang Mingyue also had the thought of killing Zhan Yan countless times, but why?

What reason did she have for killing him?

How could he kill her?

Bai Yushu's death was because of his father.

Zhan Yan killed his father again. This was called retaliation. Zhuang Mingyue had nothing to say.

The woman he raised outside...

Zhan Yan just made a mistake that every man would make.

What could she use to hate?

Do you hate Zhanyan but don’t love her?

But she was forced into this marriage from the beginning, and all the mistakes were made by her own hands.

From the moment she wanted to marry Zhan Yan, all tragedies were actually doomed.

Because... the person he wanted to marry was never her.

Including, she has been drugged for so many years...

It was all because of the debt her father had owed, and Zhan Yan just paid the debt back to her.
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