Chapter 352

The sound of a car driving into the apartment came again. The men looked at each other, and no one looked out the window. Until Producer Shentu Mo, dressed in black, walked into the apartment gate holding a black umbrella, Season shouted toward the living room:

"Producer Shentu, do you want to come over and eat something first?"

He Lele had already twisted the door open, but as soon as she heard Season's words, her hand stopped.

"That, Producer Shentu Mo is back? He, he is also your—" Ren Lingyu said uncertainly.

"No."

Ren Lingyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If even that man who was like the ultimate BOSS was collected into the harem by Lele, that would be too... terrifying. But even the current four were enough to make her grab Lele and ask a room full of questions!

Until she heard the elevator "ding," He Lele and Ren Lingyu walked out and sat back in their seats to continue eating, as if they didn't know Producer Shentu Mo had returned at all, or rather, as if they didn't care whether he was there or not.

Rainy night, although the windows were closed, the air in the room seemed to have been washed by the heavy rain outside, carrying a slightly pungent coolness. Walking out of the bathroom, Producer Shentu Mo, with his naked, sturdy torso, casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist, adjusted the indoor temperature, threw away the remote, and lay on the head of the bed, looking at the news broadcast on the TV wall with an expressionless face.

Ten minutes passed, and Producer Shentu Mo, who found that he hadn't heard a single word, turned off the TV, sat blankly for a while, and then walked toward the clothes he had taken off on the sofa. Pulling out the fountain pen from the inner pocket of his suit, touching the tiny ivory-white button in his pocket, Producer Shentu Mo turned and sank into the sofa.

The tiny button had a smooth and hard texture, rubbing back and forth between the tips of two fingers, creating a subtle itch and numbness. After a long time, it was actually a bit addictive.

He had never been addicted to anything.

Because he was rarely interested in anything.

Walking back to the bedside and pulling open the bedside table, a similar round button appeared in the empty drawer.

Small, slippery, seemingly breakable with a pinch, but if you really used force, it would be embedded in the flesh and against the bone. No matter where it was placed, it looked so invisible, but falling under the body, it could make one sleepless all night.

He Lele, the things this woman dropped were just like her owner.

Taking a breath of the still somewhat cool air, the desire in his lower abdomen surged.

"Producer Shentu, don't touch her, otherwise we can't be brothers." Season went upstairs specifically to "warn" him.

Mu Wei, Season, Ruan Lin, Qin Zhixiu, in just a few months, were tamed by such a woman who could be caught in handfuls on the street.

Love?

What does it feel like?

Her smile at noon gradually appeared before his eyes—childlike brilliance, heartfelt joy, sincere gratitude, and... naked appreciation.

And when facing him—

Producer Shentu Mo recalled for a long time and confirmed the answer—only fear, only disgust. No, there was also the shyness when she was played by him until she couldn't help herself.

"Ah, ah ah... no, don't... no ah ah—"

Something seemed to flash quickly in his body in his chest, but by comparison, the surging, vigorous desire beneath him was even stronger!

The erect desire dragon lifted the bath towel into a clean little tent. Producer Shentu Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at it, then turned his eyes to the phone on the bedside table. After a good while, he grabbed the phone.

"I want you."

He Lele listened to the low, dark voice coming from the phone and didn't react for a long time.

"Now. Conditions, you name them."

"..." He Lele gritted her teeth. "Sorry, not for sale."

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..." Producer Shentu Mo blinked slowly, picked up the remote to reopen the TV wall, and after switching a few times, He Lele's little face, which couldn't hide her anger, suddenly appeared, and the one snuggling on the bed with her was clearly Ren Lingyu, who was staying in the apartment tonight!

Author's Note:

Got it so late again...

Also, announcing a miserable thing~~ Today I received a notice that I have to go for a closed training for a week next week or the week after~~ Don't know how closed that closed is~~ I'll go see the specific notice today and then decide~~

☆, (11 Fresh Coins) Chapter 291: Her Man

The TV wall in Producer Shentu Mo's room was connected to the surveillance system of the entire apartment building, and all guest rooms on the first floor were equipped with surveillance. This design originated from the apartment's original owner and builder, and he was using this function for the first time tonight.

"Who was that call from? Why are you so angry?" Seeing He Lele hang up the phone fiercely and immediately turn it off, Ren Lingyu asked curiously.

He Lele couldn't help but snort coldly, "A poor wretch who has never suffered any setbacks!"

"Huh? If they've never suffered any setbacks, how can they be a poor wretch?"

"If a person always gets whatever they want, do you think there is any joy left in their life?"

"That's true, but what did that poor wretch say to make you so angry? What did he want to buy?"

A flash of embarrassment crossed He Lele's small face; she looked at Ren Lingyu pleadingly and acted spoiled, "Can we not talk about that person? Whenever I think of that person, I wake up in a fright even when I'm asleep."

"That exaggerated? Then let's not think about it. But... a life where you get whatever you want, I really want to try that! Hehehehe..."