In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Han Jiangxue was exhausted from the family dinner.

Everyone was concerned about Zhang Ruoyu, but no one cared about whether she was living well after marriage or whether she slept well in that dangerous building.

When Mrs. Han noticed that her precious granddaughter was a little emotional, she comforted her with sincere words: Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. You will be a Zhang family member when you are born, and a Zhang family ghost when you die. Don’t think too much about it.

Han Dong babbled as he sent his sister out: "Sister, you must remember grandma's advice, be nice and gentle to your brother-in-law. You are not unqualified, and your figure and face are not worse than those of the vixens outside. You have to use yourself Advantage, let my brother-in-law indulge in your beauty and fall into your gentle land."

Han Jiangxue glared at Han Dong coldly: "Get out."

Han Dong shrank his neck and ran away.

Still beautiful?Still gentle and gentle?

Not to mention that he doesn't bother to do it, even if he is willing to do it, can he do it?

That bastard said right when they met that you were not allowed to seduce him during marriage, let alone have any inappropriate thoughts about him.

He wasn't even allowed to get on the bed!How to operate?

With a straight face, Han Jiangxue drove away from Han's house.

Because it was raining heavily in the coastal area, Han Jiangxue drove slowly. It was almost twelve o'clock when he rushed home. When he went upstairs, he was still soaked and soaked.

When he opened the door, it was pitch dark inside, and he couldn't see his fingers.

This bastard hasn't come home yet?

Was he really abducted by the little goblin outside?

Somehow, I'm still a little unbalanced inside.

"You still know how to go home?"

In the darkness, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "I thought you died outside."

This sudden sound almost scared Han Jiangxue to death.

Taking a closer look, this bastard was sitting at the dining table with a box of instant noodles he had just finished in front of him.

Han Jiangxue had long been accustomed to Zhang Ruoyu's foul mouth. She put her keys and bag on the counter in the dark and asked, "Why don't you turn on the lights at home?"

"The lamp is broken. It was probably struck by lightning." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette.

"What should we do?" Han Jiangxue was a little anxious. She had urgent work to deal with tonight, and she couldn't do it without lights.

"What should I do?" Zhang Ruoyu pouted. "Let's find someone to replace it tomorrow."

"Don't you know how to change?" Han Jiangxue asked in disbelief.

"When I was naughty when I was little, I touched the wick of a lamp. It felt like my soul was being electrocuted out of my body." Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette and said calmly. "After that, I never dared to touch electricity again, including changing lights."

Boom!

While he was talking, there was sudden lightning and thunder outside the window, and the strong wind made the old-fashioned windows creak. It felt that if the wind was stronger, it could destroy the dangerous building.

It was at this lightning moment that Zhang Ruoyu caught a glimpse of Han Jiangxue, who was all wet.

Her delicate body is as hot as a ripe peach, like a beauty taking a bath.

The heroines of many film and television dramas rely on this trick to win over the male protagonists.

Zhang Ruoyu calmed down and got up, preparing to go back to his room to sleep.

"Don't leave!" Han Jiangxue grabbed Zhang Ruoyu's arm.

But no one could stand still, half of his body was lying on Zhang Ruoyu's arm.

Soft, plump, elastic, and warm.

The picture is frozen for a moment, and the atmosphere is charming.

"Hey! Let go!"

In the darkness, Zhang Ruoyu suddenly shouted angrily: "Han Jiangxue, are you seducing me again?!"

Han Jiangxue ducked away, her pretty face flushed, and even her breathing was a little disordered.

He hurriedly explained: "I have some urgent documents to deal with. Can you help me change the lamp?"

"I've been told that I'm afraid of electricity and have severe post-traumatic stress disorder."

Zhang Ruoyu, who was attacked by surprise, was restless and his mind was a little sluggish.

"If it doesn't work, please teach me how to change the lamp." Han Jiangxue said with a hint of pleading in her tone. "The documents I brought back will be used by the board of directors tomorrow morning. If Liang Daishan doesn't sort them out, he will definitely cause trouble for me."

Seeing her sincere and pitiful attitude, Zhang Ruoyu sighed, curled his lips and said, "Go and bring the table over."

When Han Jiangxue saw this, her beautiful eyes lit up.

It turns out that this bastard is no different from an ordinary man. As long as he pretends to be pitiful for Chu Chu, he will immediately soften.

He moved the dining table to the center of the living room and turned on the mobile phone light for lighting. His pretty face was full of gratitude and pleading: "Thank you for your hard work."

"polite."

Zhang Ruoyu pressed his hands on the dead end of the dining table and said, "Come, serve, I'll teach you how to change."

"—"

Han Jiangxue almost jumped up and scolded her.

He is so pitiful, yet he is still so hard-hearted?

"What's the ink mark?" Zhang Ruoyu asked impatiently. "Hurry up, I'm so sleepy."

Han Jiangxue bravely climbed up to the dining table, only to find that the shabby house was small, but the floor height was more than four meters. Even if she stood on the table, she still couldn't reach it.

"Why are you so short?" Zhang Ruoyu sighed.

Han Jiangxue's face turned pale with anger.

If it weren't for the fear that the bottom of her skirt would be exposed, she would have to kick Zhang Ruoyu in the face.

My bare feet are 1.7 meters tall. How am I short?

Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "How about I bring you another chair to raise your head?"

"Is that safe?" Han Jiangxue asked worriedly. "Your dining table is in disrepair. All four corners are uneven, and the chair legs are even different lengths. If it falls, I will be paralyzed even if I die."

"I'll try to hold him steady." Zhang Ruoyu comforted him. "It shouldn't be a big problem."

The more Zhang Ruoyu persuaded, the more Han Jiangxue became unsure.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Jiangxue said with a tight face: "Come up."

"What?" Zhang Ruoyu asked curiously.

"Hold me and change." Han Jiangxue said through clenched teeth as her delicate body tightened. "Otherwise, how can I reach it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ruoyu loosened his hand on the table and took two steps back: "Look at you, you are all wet. If you get an electric shock, how strong is your conductivity?"

Han Jiangxue almost lost her temper, her eyes widened and she said, "Then let's just die together!"

Seeing this girl getting anxious.

Zhang Ruoyu touched the water with a swallow, jumped lightly, and flew to the dining table.

But before picking up Han Jiangxue's long white legs, Zhang Ruoyu said cautiously: "One request, please don't rub yourself on me later, do you understand?"

Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes, why aren't you so beautiful?

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, wherever Zhang Ruoyu's big hands touched, it was so smooth that there seemed to be no pores.

"what are you doing?"

Han Jiangxue, who was concentrating on changing the lamp, felt itching on her legs and frowned.

"Oh, it's nothing." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I'm just curious. Even if you don't have hair on your legs, why can't you even feel your pores?"

"How do you usually sweat?"