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Suddenly, he kissed her lips and sucked lightly, Ling Jiajia frowned in pain.He reached out and hugged Detective An's waist.

"Well, Young Master Detective, I feel so uncomfortable." Ling Jiajia held his head and twisted his body non-stop.

Where does Detective An have time to pay attention to her?He was just trying to do his own thing.

When everything was almost done, An Detective Shao slowly pulled down his pants and straightened it up...

Lingaga's body twitched.

The two cooperated very well and performed a push dance on the bed.

The next day, Linga opened her eyes sharply, and her whole body hurt as if someone had run over her.

how can i be hereShouldn't I be on the street?

Ling Jiajia frowned. Last night's eyes rushed into her head like sea water.

Damn it, it must be that woman Luo Fu Xin.

Ling Jiajia clenched his fists, grabbing the bed sheet next to him and tearing at it, trying to calm down his inner anger.But she suddenly discovered a problem, obviously those men didn't do anything to her last night, Mr. Detective An suddenly realized it, but why is her whole body sore now?At the end, she was completely stunned, the old and new bruises on her body were like little red plum blossoms blooming...

"Master An, I'll kill you." She had clearly told him that she couldn't get on, but he gave her to that again.And even when she was frightened and completely unaware of her depression...

That man is really a beast, Ling Jiajia's small universe exploded, although they are said to be married, but it can't be just a contract marriage after all, how can that man think that it's just that?

Sparks shot out from Ling Jiajia's eyes, she got up and walked to the clothes room naked, and glanced at it. It was full of An Detective's clothes, who cares, she immediately stepped forward to pick up a white shirt, Put it on yourself casually.

One minute later, Ling Jia came down the stairs slowly in An Detective's clothes and trousers.She is going to buy contraceptives, and she has done it with An Zhenshao several times, but she has never used contraception once. According to this situation, if she accidentally becomes pregnant with An Zhenshao's child, she will die of suffocation. ?

Downstairs, in the hall of the wealthy family, the faint scent of roses from An Zhenshao's body lingered.

Ling Jiajia looked up and glanced, but didn't see him, so he walked directly outside the gate.

When a handsome security guard saw Ling Jiajia coming out, he hesitated at first,

"Young mistress, the young master has ordered you not to go out."

Why?

Ling Jiajia, who has always been an English idiot, also picked up English.

"Are you making an international joke?" Ling Jiajia said and was about to walk out the door.

But the 1.8-meter-high security guard slammed Lingaga in his way.

"Please young mistress, don't embarrass us."

The security guard standing in front of her was dressed in black and looked like a mafia boss.

Lingaga rolled her black and white eyes and frowned.

It looks like that man wants to put me under house arrest?But she remembered that she had done nothing wrong?Why did he forbid her to go out?

"Give me the phone number of Chief Detective An." She would never accept that man's unreasonable demands.

The security guard looked at the angry Lingaga, and finally shook his head.

……

Well, Lingajia was defeated. She didn't remember An Detective at all, that man who strictly forbids pursuit of perfection, even the servants were trained so well, how could the security guard be poor.However, is it true that if the man doesn't let her leave, she really can't leave?Oh, that's too much to underestimate her.

Lingaga turned and went upstairs.

Hehe, do you really think that Young Master An is the boss?You said I won't go out if you don't let me out?Think beautifully.

When Lingaga came upstairs, she walked to the window and looked around.

The entire villa is very large, with a garden, a backyard, and a swimming pool, etc., and there will be guards at every exit.At this moment, Linga was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Where is she going from here?Seeing all around is stricter than a prison cell.