Chapter 56 You Are Fierce to Me

There was a moment of dead silence.

Cheng Aojia was silent because she vaguely guessed who this man was.

But Lin Xi on the side mistakenly thought that the other party was here to strike up a conversation and frowned.

"Sir...this lady is drunk, are you?"

The man didn't even look at him. He just lowered his head and touched the girl's red and hot face, and lowered his voice: "Ci Ci?"

Yang Cici made a puzzled "hmm" sound, then smelled a familiar scent. She hugged his waist, buried her head in his, and hummed, "I feel dizzy..."

The man pinched her earlobe, as if punishing her for getting drunk, and said, "Let's go home."

Being ignored like this, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Lin Xi's eyes.

He clenched the cup in his hand and just opened his mouth when Cheng Aojia's hesitant voice rang in his ears.

"Are you... Yang Cici's ex-boyfriend?"

Pei Yanchuan picked her up and then looked at Cheng Aojia. His dark eyes were calm, without any tenderness from before.

"Yes." He said calmly, "Miss Cheng, please come with me. It's already late. If I leave you here, I won't be able to answer Cici when she asks me about it tomorrow."

The man's tone sounded polite, but he didn't give Cheng Aojia any chance to refuse.

Cheng Aojia: "..."

She finally understood what Cici meant by "I can't finish it."

No, how did this girl know her ex-boyfriend was here? Did she ask him to pick her up?

Seeing Cheng Aojia packing up her things, Lin Xi stood there, not knowing what to say.

But the next second, the man suddenly looked over. In the dim bar, his eyes were cold as if he was looking at a dead object, and his dark pupils were creepy.

Lin Xi felt a chill down his spine and stood there stiffly.

"Hand it over." The man only said these three words briefly.

Lin Xi realized that the other party wanted the convenience visa.

He wondered how an ex-boyfriend could be so nosy.

But I felt inexplicably nervous inside, and the sticky note in my hand was almost wet.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, the girl who was sleeping on Pei Yanchuan's shoulder whimpered in grievance, "You are mean to me..."

Pei Yanchuan paused, raised his hand to stroke the back of the girl's head, tilted his head and kissed the corner of her eye, coaxing her softly: "No, baby, I'm talking to someone else."

Cheng Aojia, who happened to see this scene nearby, asked: "?"

Her eyelids twitched.

Is this... my ex-boyfriend?

When she realized what was happening, she pretended not to see it and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Um... I'm fine, let's go."

Pei Yanchuan hummed, glanced at Lin Xi one last time, and turned to leave.

After the man left, before Lin Xi could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a man in a suit and glasses walking towards him.

The smile on the other person's face was perfect, as if covered by a layer of hypocritical illusion. He spoke more directly, and the threat in his words was not concealed at all.

"Sir, please hand over your sticky note, or your employment here will probably be over."

Lin Xi's pupils shrank and his face turned pale.

After a long silence, he handed over the convenience note.

Qi Lou took it with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation."

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Cheng Aojia helped the drunk Yang Cici sit in the back seat and secretly observed the man in front through the rearview mirror.

But before he could observe for long, the man spoke first: "Did you bring Cici here?"

Cheng Aojia was shocked and quickly shook her head: "No, no, it was Cici who wanted to come."

The man was silent for a moment, then said "hmm" softly.

The carriage was eerily quiet for a moment.

Cheng Aojia felt very uncomfortable. For the first time, he felt that the twenty-minute journey seemed so long.

I was even a little envious of Yang Cici who fell asleep at this time.

After finally getting through it, before getting off the car, the man continued, "Please don't tell Cici what you saw."

Cheng Aojia froze in his tracks and nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

What did she see? What were those?

Want to kiss?

Cheng Aojia didn't dare to think any more and hurried upstairs.

Through the window, she watched the car go by.

"There shouldn't be any problems..."

Just as he was about to open the door, Cheng Aojia was stunned again.

Wait a moment.

"How did Yang Cici's ex-boyfriend know my last name was Cheng?"

It seems like they haven't met before?

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"drop--"

The door lock of the luxury apartment made a slight sound.

Pei Yanchuan walked in carrying the person, and then gently closed the door with his foot.

Walking into the bedroom, he bent down and put the person on the bed.

The girl sank into the soft quilt, hummed twice with her eyes closed, and rubbed her head unconsciously. A few strands of black hair fell on her rosy little face, like a ripe and sweet peach, tempting to pick.

Pei Yanchuan's eyes were dark. He knelt down to help the girl take off her shoes. He slowly held the girl's slender ankles. Her smooth skin was like fine white jade.

He said softly: "The skirt that baby is wearing today was bought that day, right?"

His hand moved up little by little, gently holding the girl's calf, lowering his head to give her a light kiss, staying for a moment and then gradually moving up again.

The slender fingertips gradually penetrated under the skirt.

"Didn't I tell you that the baby can only wear it for me? Why wear it outside for others to see?"

Pei Yanchuan stood up, the darkness and paranoia in his eyes were exposed, but also mixed with crazy fascination.

He slowly leaned down and kissed the girl's neck, while his other hand caressed the girl's legs ambiguously.

"Baby, don't go there. I don't like you going there. They are all staring at you."

Pei Yanchuan wanted to dig out the eyes of those people. Those dirty and low-class people were all coveting his treasure.

It would be great if Cici only belonged to him...

I really want to lock it up...

I really want to be with Cici every day...

Pei Yanchuan rolled his Adam's apple, his breathing became heavier, his heart became more and more agitated, his obsession and desire merged into one, and his restraint gradually collapsed.

He knelt on one knee on the bed, and forcefully squeezed his long legs between the girl's legs. He showered her with small kisses on her neck and collarbone, reflecting a sticky, wet glow in the dim light.

Yang Cici groaned and subconsciously clamped her legs together, but someone gently yet forcefully held her down.

"Baby, be good."

The man's palm was warm, and his rough fingertips gently rubbed the delicate skin, causing tremors.

Yang Cici whimpered and was forced to wake up from her sleep.

She opened her eyes drowsily and saw a vague figure in the haze.

"Um?"

When the man was about to unzip his skirt, she suddenly reached out and held his hand.

Although he didn't use much strength, the man's movements stopped instantly.

Yang Cici raised her head, her watery eyes half closed, her voice was drunken, and her soft tone seemed to be expressing simple doubts.

"What are you doing..."