After saying that, he opened the car door and walked towards the hotel across the street.
Ah Long couldn't help but gossip, "Brother Zhu, could this man really be the boss's son?"
Li Zhu chuckled softly, and said meaningfully:
"Whether it is true or not, once the news gets out, they won't live long either."
Ah Long: "Sigh, Madam is too extreme. What man doesn't want a son? She can't have one herself, but she can't let the boss's line end either."
Tell me, all the women the boss has had affairs with over the years, those who have children, have all encountered accidents. And if they're lucky enough to give birth...
"If it were a daughter, she might survive, but every boy seems to inexplicably meet with an accident. With so many coincidences, I simply don't believe it has nothing to do with my wife."
Li Zhu chuckled lightly, without revealing much about the inside story.
In the evening, Wen Zhaoye sat in a round bathtub, his handsome face reflected in the half-filled water. He raised his eyebrows and said:
"Honey, I've closed my eyes. You can come in and shower with me now. Don't worry, this way it won't ruin the romance between us."
Wen Jiaojiao sat on the sofa in the room eating a peach, three black lines sliding down her forehead: "..."
He's really being incredibly flirtatious.
When Wen Zhaoye heard no reply, he spoke again:
"If you don't come, I'll leave. She's practically my wife now, I'm not going to be shy."
Wen Jiaojiao cursed inwardly, but said helplessly, "How dare you? I'm the one who should feel embarrassed. Please, can you consider my feelings a little?"
With a "splash," Wen Zhaoye stood up, water trickling down his toned abs.
His handsome face held a slightly wicked air. He grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around his lower body, and stepped out, raising a delicate eyebrow as he said:
"Then close your eyes and you won't feel it."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at his roguish yet handsome face and pondered for two seconds:
You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth; besides, now he knows I'm a virgin.
Since he wants it so badly, let's just give it to him as a way of repaying him for all his hard work over the years.
Wen Zhaoye stood there, seeing her stunned, and was about to say something more.
Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao stood up, and as his pupils dilated slightly, she pinned him against the wall. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, saying:
"Sweetie, bear with it for a bit, it won't hurt."
The kiss came on strong and slightly wild, leaving Wen Zhaoye momentarily stunned, as if their roles had been reversed. He quickly recovered.
He raised his large hand and cupped the back of her head, closed his handsome eyes, and deepened the kiss.
Wen Jiaojiao pulled off his bath towel, pushed him onto the sofa, straddled his strong waist and abdomen, and lowered her head to gently bite his lips.
Wen Zhaoye lay back on the sofa with dazed eyes, one strong, long leg dangling off the sofa, his hands tightly gripping her slender waist.
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