Everyone says that the Crown Prince of the Yin family is black-hearted, ruthless, and extremely cunning, a powerful figure in North City who must never be provoked.
Yet Jiang Yuan went out of...
Chapter 838 "You broke my waist"
In the dark space, Zhang Tiancheng's voice was inexplicably low and ambiguous. Song Cun could even feel the rising heat in his palm.
At the same time, the movement of the big hand gradually changed from pressing and kneading to kneading between the fingertips, neither light nor heavy, spreading from the knees to the thighs.
Song Cun felt numb all over, and in an instant she felt as if countless insects were crawling on her legs.
"Manager Zhang!"
Song Cun's back was stiff and tense, and her voice was urgent. She forced herself to breathe evenly and said calmly, "No need to rub it. I took a taxi and I'm downstairs."
She struggled hard with her legs, but her entire legs were grasped by the two big hands at the same time, and she felt like she was nailed to the ground.
Zhang Tiancheng raised his head and looked at her for two seconds, then said, "Cancel it. I'll take you home. How can you walk with your legs so bruised? I'll carry you downstairs later."
"Manager Zhang, please let go of your hand!"
Song Cunchao shouted at him.
However, the next second, Zhang Tiancheng loosened his hands and suddenly stood up.
Song Cun had no time to dodge, and a tall black shadow with a strong sense of aggression was already pressing down on her.
“Hmm!”
Song Cun was squeezed in the middle of the workbench by Zhang Tiancheng. She tried her best to dodge, but Zhang Tiancheng took advantage of the situation and pressed her down on the workbench behind her.
Zhang Tiancheng covered her mouth with one hand and pressed her shoulders tightly with his elbows. His entire body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds on her.
He tore open the collar of Song Cun's shirt with his mouth, and a disgusting sticky touch instantly came from his neck to his collarbone.
An overwhelming fear suffocated her in an instant, and she struggled to break free with all her strength.
In the dark office, the man's breathing was heavy and urgent. "Don't fucking move! Why are you so hard with me?"
The beam of light projected from the mobile phone lying on the ground went straight to the ceiling. The strong hostility and long-suppressed desire in Zhang Tiancheng's eyes were like a tongue of fire about to burst out, raging towards Song Cun.
All of Song Cun's cries and calls for help turned into helpless sobs, but her eyes were filled with unyielding anger as she stared at Zhang Tiancheng.
"Don't look at me like that! I've never seen a tough nut like you. Why are you so stubborn? Why are you so aloof? Any woman with eyes would be eager to climb into my bed, but you, the only one, look down on me!"
"What's wrong with me? Hmm!"
"I want to have a slow and steady relationship with you. I've been running around waiting on you, trying my best to coax you, but you don't even notice me, right? You're treating me like a bootlicker? Do you know what I am? I've fucked every beautiful woman in the financial world!"
"Song Cun, I'm starting to wonder if you're stupid. Dating someone doesn't matter who you are. You're dating me, how could I possibly treat you unfairly? Don't you know my background? Don't you want to build a career? I promise to help you climb the ladder. If you date me, I can guarantee you'll be promoted to VP within two years. If you behave yourself, I'll give you a hand, and even a promotion to Vice President won't be a problem."
His attitude slowed down, Song Cun looked at him steadily, and suddenly lowered his eyes.
"How about you think about it?"
He loosened his grip on her mouth, and Song Cun managed to utter, "You broke my waist."
Her voice was pitifully weak, with a hint of pleading. Zhang Tiancheng's eyes flashed, and he stared at her with a hint of amusement.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her look showed a hint of helplessness and pity. He had never seen her like this before. It turned out that this woman was so charming when she was soft.
He curled his lips and lightened his grip, "Have you figured it out?"
Song Cun lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Zhang Tiancheng slowly straightened up, his tone much gentler, "Where does it hurt? Who made you so stiff?"