As the personal bodyguard of the boss, Qiao Xingchen suddenly got close to the bed of the boss one day. Therefore, she found a secret—the legendary tyrant, Mr. Nine, who was paralyzed for eight years, turned out to be a fake cripple!" Mr. Nine, I didn't take the initiative that night." She cried and begged for mercy. Wen Xiaobai frowned and glanced at her. He threw a contract at her and said, " sign this contract. From now on, you are mine."
The night was as dark as ink.
In the well-made room, there was a faint sound of begging for mercy.
"Let... let me go!"
Qiao Xingxing struggled to get out of the bathtub and reached out to wipe his face. Before he could open his eyes, he was grabbed by the neck by a fierce force.
"Who sent you here?"
The man's voice was dull and low, as if it came from the depths of hell. His tone alone made people feel cold to the bones.
Qiao Xingxing's back hit the cold tiles, his wet eyelashes trembled, and he slapped the man's big hand desperately. His throat was in great pain, and the feeling of suffocation made his brain extremely short of oxygen.
She didn't expect a man with crippled legs to be so strong.
"Master Nine, I'm on your side, oh..."
Before she could finish her explanation, her lips suddenly felt hot. The man's cold thin lips pressed against hers, blocking her slightly opened small mouth.
"My people? Very well, drug me and help me into the house. Do you want to be my people?"
His rough fingers touched her back. The man deepened the kiss. There was no pity at all, only cruel biting.
"No, that's not what I meant."
Qiao Xingxing wanted to cry but had no tears. He pushed the man's chest with both hands, but as his bodyguard, she was completely suppressed by his strength.
The man's eyes darkened and his thin lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "As you wish."
His strength was amazing. Qiao Xingxing felt as if he had had a nightmare. In his dream, no matter where she ran to, she could not find an exit.
For the whole night, she was tortured by him until she almost collapsed. The bones and blood all over her body seemed to have been run over by a train and completely collapsed.
By the time she woke up in a daze, the sky was already turning white.
Qiao Xingchen lay flat on the bed in fear. Listening to the sound of even breathing beside him, he felt as if he were looking at a tiger.
How could she be so unlucky?
After a night's worth of work, she bumped into her master and was drugged. She was even treated as a drug dealer and killed on the spot.
The man lying next to her was Jiang Chuan's famous tyrant! He said it was black, and no one dared to say it was white. He was right, and no one dared to say it wrong.
Before the man woke up, she crept out of bed, put on her clothes in a hurry, and slipped away without stopping...
Seven o'clock.
The sun changed its angle and shone into the room.
The biological clock woke up the sleeping man. No matter how tired he was last night, his brain that was full of high load energy began to operate.
Wen Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of malice flashed through them.
There was a faint fragrance lingering in the room. The room was in a mess, and a red plum blossom was blooming on the bed sheet.
However, that woman was nowhere to be found.
"He dared to run away after sleeping with me?"
"Does this woman want to die?"
"Come on!"
A cold, low roar rang out.
Upon hearing this, the butler quickly pushed the door open and came in. "Mr. Nine, what happened?"
"Who was in my room last night?"
Seeing the mess in the room, the butler suddenly understood something. "Mr. Nine, this... I don't know. You drank too much last night, and no one dared to disturb you..."
Not sure?
The head of the Wen's Group had been drugged at home!
But the people around him didn't know?
"Who was on duty last night? Ask her to come to see me."
Wen Xiao pursed his lips. His words were so simple that the butler couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"It's Qiao Xingxing. I... I'll call someone for you now."
The butler quickly put the change of clothes on the bedside table and left.
Wen Xiaobai sat on the bed. The bed sheet wrapped around his strong body, revealing his abdominal muscles. The lines of his body were smooth and clear. Every stroke seemed to be made of magic. His figure was as good as the Sun God in the western myth.
It was not until the hurried footsteps at the door disappeared that he got out of bed, walked to the mirror, and began to put on his clothes slowly.
Looking at the straight and slender legs in the mirror, which were so perfect that they had no flaws, Wen Xiaobai's action of tidying up his sleeves suddenly stopped, and his obsidian-like eyes narrowed dangerously.