"You can’t be in such a rush that you don’t even say hi, can you?" An Ying’s tone was slightly displeased.
Mo Pianpian thought to herself, so it was Wang Xue who wrote it. Had she finally beco so ashad that she left?
Thinking of sothing, she leaned toward Yun Ya’s ear: "I told you she would covet that dress of yours, shaless bitch." Mo Pianpian cursed indignantly.
Yun Ya smiled calmly and said: "It’s just a dress, taking it is no big deal."
"While it’s only a dress to you, it’s different for her. Selling it at the second-hand market could fetch a good price. That dress is a limited edition Chanel couture piece, quite valuable. The second-hand market covets such items."
"I believe Miss Wang isn’t the type to be short-sighted." Yun Ya sipped the red wine leisurely as she said.
After dinner, Zhuang Xiyue and An Ying said their goodbyes and each got into cars to head ho.
Yun Ya looked at the scenery outside the window, slowly closing her eyes.
Zhuang Xiyue glanced at her: "Tired? Rest your head on my shoulder for a bit, sleep when you get ho."
Yun Ya obediently laid her head on her shoulder. Zhuang Xiyue raised her hand to gently stroke her long hair, softly like a mother’s lullaby in a dream.
Yun Ya felt sowhat drowsy.
On the other side, the elevator stopped in the underground parking lot. The wheels dragging on the concrete floor made a piercing screech, quite noticeable in the vast space.
They walked to a van, opened the door. The man lifted the garbage can lid, pulled soone out, stuffed them into the van, then climbed in, closed the door, and drove off in a cloud of dust.
Inside the car, Guo Sheng glanced at the burlap sack: "Is it her?"
The subordinate imdiately replied: "Certainly, no mistake."
Guo Sheng’s lips curled into a sinister smile, licking his lip corners with an evil charm: "Yan Song’s woman, I’m really curious about how she tastes."
As he spoke, his large hand landed on the sack directly, accurately grabbing those twin peaks. The texture... Guo Sheng’s face showed a blissful expression.
"Damn fine body."
The scar-faced man reminded: "Young master, if you gift her to Young Master Hui, it might not be appropriate. If Young Master Hui finds out..."
Guo Sheng shot him a sideways glance: "You don’t say, how would he know? Or are you planning to betray ?"
The scar-faced man imdiately lowered his head: "I wouldn’t dare."
Guo Sheng’s fingers beca increasingly aggressive. The woman in the burlap sack seed to sense sothing, letting out a low moan, further exciting the man.
"Damn seductive, they say she’s a rare beauty. I insist on tasting her today." With that, he tossed her onto the back seat, pounced on her, pulling down the partition, shielding the front seat subordinates from view.
The ensuing sounds carried over word for word, while the scar-faced man remained composed. Another man, however, appeared restless, face flushed red, scratching his ears in agitation.
The young master always lacked restraint in this area, any place could beco a battlefield, and his variety was vast. Few won could withstand him. Being targeted by the young master, this woman was truly unfortunate.
The sack was slipped over the head, stopping at the neck. Guo Sheng didn’t peel it further; he’d seen the photos before. Looking at the face now would ruin the mood. What he valued most was the body, and he had to admit, this woman’s figure was outstanding. Full breasts, ample hips, slender waist, long legs, damn she’s a stunner...
The woman had inhaled ether, not waking up quickly. Everything was rely a reflex, and Guo Sheng seed satisfied with her response.
Suddenly, he paused, feeling a rush of excitent and pride.
He thought this woman must’ve lost her purity long ago. After all, virgins in this era are rarer than pandas. But unexpectedly...
Yan Song left such a beauty untouched. He really could endure. Now he would profit.
Thinking this, he grew increasingly excited, slipped off the sack. The car was dim, just as they entered a tunnel, preventing him from seeing her face clearly. He felt for her lips, moving in for a fierce kiss.
Her visage floated in his mind, with every cell within him seemingly pulsating intensely, elevating him to the heights and crashing him down hard. This ecstasy made him feel nearly euphoric.
Regarding Hui Yingzhe’s side, he could easily explain. She’s Yan Song’s woman. Isn’t it only right for Yan Song to take her? Hehe, what could Hui Yingzhe say?
An hour later, the sounds gradually diminished.
The composed scar-faced man was sweating profusely, his cheeks purple with strain, truly tornting.
Guo Sheng pulled open the partition, calmly fastening buttons, wearing a satisfied expression. "Alright, have soone clean her up, send her to Young Master Hui tonight."
The scar-faced man lowered his head: "Yes."
Guo Sheng glanced back, street lights flickering, casting an indistinct shadow on her face, actually adding a hint of ethereal beauty.
Recalling that earlier feeling, he licked his lips unsatiated. Were it not for his promise to send her to Young Master Hui tonight, he would’ve wanted another round.
"Also, drug her a bit. I hear her love with Yan Song is steadfast. If there’s commotion later that injures Young Master Hui, the loss wouldn’t be worth it."
"Yes." The scar-faced man responded solemnly.
"Ha... steadfast love? From now on, that’s a joke...." His tone was full of derision.
At eight in the evening, Hui Yingzhe arrived at the Nanhu Bay villa, one of his outside properties. Hotels were too chaotic; he usually brought won here— a grand two-ter-five bed, costing countless won their virtue.
"Young master, the person has been delivered, in the upstairs bedroom." The servant replied respectfully.
Hui Yingzhe eagerly ran up.
The bedroom door opened, illuminated by a dim wall light, adding a touch of romance and ambiguity.
On the big bed, there lay a graceful silhouette, an S-curve body traced by the shadows, outlining a seductive arc.
The woman wore a vintage transparent silk nightgown, wide sleeves outlining ethereal beauty, her sexy figure looming tantalizingly.
Getting closer, he realized she wore a masquerade mask, intricate black lace against fair skin, exuding mysterious allure.
It was entirely Guo Sheng’s peculiar taste; those people dressed her according to Guo Sheng’s preferences.
Hui Yingzhe swallowed hard, her image instantly flashing in his mind. Nights of longing now t fulfillnt.
Hui Yingzhe hastily undressed, impatience ripping his shirt with a tearing sound.
"Beautiful... I’m here."
Short is the night, a feast every night.
Yun Ya chuckled as she read the book, but as she laughed her gaze suddenly turned cold, a trace of viciousness quietly passing.
"If they don’t offend , I won’t offend them. If soone offends , I will repay a hundredfold." This has always been her life credo.
Hui Yingzhe dared to make a move on her grand-auntie, let’s serve you an appetizer first. But for what’s next, you better have the guts to handle it.
At that mont, her phone rang abruptly. Yun Ya glanced at it; Pei Qinghan was calling. What could he want?
Yun Ya hesitated before answering.
Pei Qinghan’s clear voice ca through the phone, warm as the wind: "Yun Ya, are you okay?"
Yun Ya laughed: "Of course, I’m fine."
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