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She actually smelled a smell of "****". She slowed down and hesitated.

If she had a choice, she would back off now.

But, now that He Yifan is inside, how can the "duck" he got make him fly?

As long as this report is successful, she can get a bonus, and grandma's medical expenses will also be settled!

With courage, Shen Qianqing walked in and called softly, "Mr. He? Mr. He?"

She scanned the surroundings a few times, but there was no one in the huge master suite. As she walked, she came to the side of the big bed.

The soft quilt was spread wantonly on the bed, she gently lifted it, but there was no one there.

Just now my colleague said that he saw He Yifan come in with his own eyes, didn't he?

Shen Qianqing suddenly felt a chill rise up his back.

"what!"

Shen Qianqing let out a scream, and at the same time, a figure threw him onto the bed.

He Yifan held Shen Qianqing's throat tightly. In fact, he had been hiding since Shen Qianqing opened the door just now.

As an elite who has experienced many battles, what he relies on is not luck, but the caution that has long been a habit.

If an enemy broke in at this time, he might die.

"Ahem! I'm going to-die--"

Shen Qianqing struggled, but the hand holding her neck seemed to be so strong that she couldn't break free no matter what.

Under Shen Qianqing's continuous struggle, He Yifan finally saw clearly that the person who came was actually a woman.

Judging by experience, this woman's risk factor does not exceed 50.

He let go of his hand a little bit, and Shen Qianqing came back a little bit.

During the struggle just now, Shen Qianqing's neckline became lower and lower, and the twin peaks on her chest were looming!

Snow-white skin, coupled with the allure of the black dress, and the flushed face from being pinched just now.

"Mr. He, Mr. He--"

Shen Qianqing hurriedly wanted to explain something, but her voice at the moment seemed to be ambiguous like flirting, and ordinary men would feel their heart beat faster after hearing it, let alone--

In He Yifan's eyes, all of this is the deadliest temptation.

He relied on willpower to endure for a long time, and now it is almost at the end of his strength, and now the woman's lower body is still struggling, and her legs keep rubbing against her dick.

If he is not released again, he will really be burned to death.

"Woman, you really know how to play with fire!"

He Yifan bit her ear and said harshly.

After finishing speaking, regardless of her begging for mercy, he tore off her dress--

"Damn it, it's still a place!"

--

the next day.

"Snapped!"

A fiery slap hit a servant's face heavily.

"Miss, I really don't know why Mr. He didn't go to Room 209. I beg you to forgive me this time."

The attendant who just received 10 yuan last night knelt on the ground begging for mercy, crying profusely.

"I already spread the news last night. The whole world should have known that I am He Yifan's woman this morning, but I was delayed by you trash."

The more Li Yuna thought about it, the angrier she became, and then she kicked the tip of her high heels at the attendant, "What's the use of keeping you, get out of here."

The attendant hastily rolled and crawled out of the room.

Li Yuna's eyes full of scheming narrowed into a line, now that she has lost an excellent opportunity, it will be even more difficult to catch He Yifan in the future.

No one can get the man I can't get.

Thinking of this, Li Yuna came to the corridor on the second floor, only to see that the original room 206 was crowded with people!

"I said, what time is it? Why hasn't Mr. He come out yet?"