Chapter 3 Don’t speak

Her best friend who works at the club quickly sent her a message.

Jiang Zhimiao went over as soon as he got off work.

Shen Zhuowen is more particular. He often uses private rooms in clubs. If anyone is using that box, it must be Shen Zhuowen. Otherwise, no one would have the guts to grab a box with Shen Zhuowen, and no one would be qualified to share a box with him.

Shen Zhuowen's box is on the second floor.

As for Fu Shaoyu, his box is opposite Shen Zhuowen and belongs to two roads.

Jiang Zhimiao was not worried about running into Fu Shaoyu.

Standing at the door, she hesitated for half a second.

It was quiet inside the box at this moment, and it was impossible to tell whether Shen Zhuowen came over.

Push the door and enter.

Suddenly a hand fell on his shoulder.

Jiang Zhimiao's steps suddenly stopped, and she subconsciously wanted to turn back.

The man took a step faster and clamped her jaw with his big rough hands. Jiang Zhimiao subconsciously wanted to move, but held her wrists with his other hand, giving her no chance.

Jiang Zhimiao's expression paused and his lips moved , " Shen Zhuowen ... "

In the darkness, you couldn't see clearly the man's expression, you could only feel the sight lingering on him.

Cold and cool.

With a bit of interest and amusement in watching the prey.

Jiang Zhimiao's fingers curled tightly and she opened her mouth.

The warm breath touched her earlobes, causing a burst of itching.

At the same time, the man's cold fingers reached into the hem of his clothes.

His body trembled, and his thin back straightened suddenly.

One door away.

Footsteps sounded.

Fu Shaoyu's voice concealed a hint of impatience , " Shen Zhuowen, are you here?"

It seems that because of Shen Zhuowen's "tips off", he came here to turn enemies into friends.

Shen Zhuowen did not answer.

Time stretches out bit by bit.

Jiang Zhimiao became even more nervous, and his throat shrank unconsciously.

The next second, Shen Zhuowen's voice rang in Jiang Zhimiao's ear, "Tell me, what will happen to Fu Shaoyu if he knows that you have taken refuge in me?"

Jiang Zhimiao lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Shen Zhuowen seemed to appreciate Jiang Zhimiao's nervousness at the moment. He laughed casually, but his fingers were not very calm.

Raising his hand, he opened Jiang Zhimiao's chest buckle.

Jiang Zhimiao felt empty in her chest and subconsciously wanted to break away from Shen Zhuowen's hand.

She shouldn't have any luck with Shen Zhuowen.

She thought he would help her despite the one-night stand, but she forgot that Shen Zhuo and Fu Shaoyu were both well-known playboys in the upper class, so how could they be so kind?

It's more like watching her fall into hell.

What could be more exciting than a pure and flawless jasmine flower being trampled hard into the mud?

Jiang Zhimiao's eyes were slightly red and his breathing was rapid.

Her breathing broke the silence in the darkness, and Fu Shaoyu, who was standing outside, also heard the movement in the box.

How could Fu Shaoyu's lawless character allow Shen Zhuowen to ignore him.

He immediately frowned and said in a cold tone , " For the sake of your whistleblowing, I will give you the East Coast project."

Jiang Zhimiao had heard of that project.

It is a project that the Fu family and the Shen family have been fighting over recently, but there has been no result yet.

It wasn't enough to break the bones, but it was enough to make Fu Shaoyu's body ache for a while. At the same time, she was a little surprised that she could actually compare to the East Coast project.

The door frame was suddenly kicked again.

Jiang Zhimiao tightened his fingers two more points.

She knew Fu Shaoyu, and this tone showed that he was extremely impatient. As long as there was any more noise in the house, people would break in in minutes.

Shen Zhuowen's fingers were so cold that they traveled on Jiang Zhimiao's skin.

Then, he raised his eyes little by little and saw Jiang Zhimiao's eyes.

Jiang Zhimiao felt cold all over his body.

The next second, the man's fingers reached into her lower abdomen, but she still couldn't hold it back and snorted softly.

Fu Shaoyu immediately reached out and turned the door handle.

The subtle and harsh sound of the door handle pulling was like the sound of Ji Jiang Zhimiao's nerves breaking.

She subconsciously clasped Shen Zhuowen's hand behind her back, pinched her fingertips into the man's palm, and scratched the bleeding mark.

Shen Zhuowen relaxed his strength slightly.

Jiang Zhimiao was so flustered that he didn't notice this at all. He couldn't let Fu Shaoyu see him.

She subconsciously pushed Shen Zhuowen to the sofa, and put her legs on the man's strong abdomen.

The long hair like a waterfall winds downwards, and the charming style is swaying and blooming.

A woman's hip-hugging skirt can't cover up that bit of color.

Jiang Zhimiao's red lips pursed into a tight line and looked a little white.

She leaned down and kissed Shen Zhuowen's lips the moment Fu Shaoyu looked over.

Shen Zhuowen's strong and powerful arms unconsciously wrapped around the woman's charming waist, and the woman knelt with one knee between the man's legs.

Her buttocks were slightly raised, and half of her body was leaning on him, as if she was seducing her, or doing it consensually.

All in all, it is not an atmosphere that others can get involved in.

Tongues entangled with each other.

It's not ambiguous, it's nervous. Jiang Zhimiao tried every means to make Shen Zhuowen stop talking.

However, Shen Zhuowen chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand, grabbed Jiang Zhimiao's arm with his backhand, and pulled down.

"Newcomers are not sensible." He seemed to be scolding, but in Jiang Zhimiao's ears it was a serious warning.

Fu Shaoyu was not surprised, but it was the first time he had seen such a fierce woman who dared to ride on Shen Zhuowen. She was not his type.

Just one glance and most of the interest was lost.

He took two steps back and turned to look out the door, "Tell me when you're done."

When Jiang Zhimiao heard these words, her heart almost burst, so she didn't pay attention to Shen Zhuowen's strength. Due to inertia, her lips and teeth hit Shen Zhuowen's hard chest hard.

At that moment, she hissed.

This sound made the man who was about to exit stop and look towards her.

"Jiang Zhimiao?"