Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Lu Tingwan got off the car at the location as scheduled, and looked at the hotel in front of him, the corners of his mouth deepened.

Sheng Jiaoyang was one of the more difficult prey he had encountered.

Although Su Meier is also a very interesting woman, she can accurately calculate the rise and fall of the future market stock price, and she has never made a mistake in her calculations. But that woman is so coaxing.

No matter what she is like in private, at least she has almost no temper in front of her. He can guarantee that as long as he promises her a little favor, she will immediately run back to him again.

Lu Tingwan never lacks those women who are obsessed with him, so for him, there is nothing more interesting than conquering strong women.

He straightened the tie around his neck and stepped in. Under the red candle, the little girl was sitting there peacefully. She was wearing a white dress, which made her look even more beautiful.

With long black and thick hair scattered behind her, she smiled slightly, she was so beautiful, she was cutting a steak in her hand, and her every move was delicate.

"Sheng Jiaoyang."

Lu Tingwan called out her name with a smile on his lips.

Although he was also wondering why this woman suddenly figured it out, maybe she was up for grabs like those women, or maybe she felt that the existence of that woman threatened her.

Whatever the reason, he was glad that she had called him over today.

"Sit." The little girl's voice was sweet and soft.

She looked at him, their eyes met, and then they smiled at each other with a tacit understanding. This is an instant hit among adults, and they both know why they met today.

They are all waiting, waiting for a suitable opportunity, waiting for the thing that should happen to happen.

Jiao Yang looked at him, there seemed to be an inextricable feeling in his eyes, like two raging fires, like a pair of hooks sucking people's souls in, and they would be entangled with her for a lifetime, until death.

Lu Ting smiled deeply. For the first time, he found that this woman was more beautiful than he imagined.

Next, he saw Jiaoyang raised the wine glass in front of him, and poured the red wine in the glass onto his white skirt, like a coquettishly blooming poppy.

Even Lu Tingshen was stunned for a moment, squinted his eyes, and then the smile on his lips deepened.

Jiao Yang leaned over, hooked his white fingers under the table, and then was held backwards, rubbing gently, leaving no gap between them.

She smiled in front of herself, her eyes and brows were full of flair, but her expression was reserved and decent: "My clothes are getting wet, can you accompany me to change clothes, Mr. Lu."

"My pleasure." He bowed.

The two entered the room together, arm in arm. The moment the door closed, Lu Tingshen pinned Jiao Yang against the wall, the two kissed each other frantically, and then took off each other's clothes.

Jiao Yang's hand brushed across the man's Adam's apple, collarbone, and chest. Bit by bit, still going down. The moment the man stretched out his hand, she flew out like a butterfly again, came to the window and drew the curtains.

Under the hazy light, the young girl smiled charmingly and coquettishly on her young and beautiful face. She wrapped her arms, and then pulled down her white shoulder straps in front of him.

"I can not wait anymore."

At that moment, he saw the burning passion in her eyes and she didn't even try to hide it at all. It was a crazy desire to climb up for him, for money, for fame and fortune.

Lu Tingwan smiled happily, walked over, pulled the woman over, and put her on the bed.

He covered her, stroked her hair lovingly, and kissed her bright red lips.

A mess.