Chapter 380

Only cherish the blessing.

Sprinkling green onions and stir-frying, she was just about to reach for a soup spoon when an arm suddenly stretched out from behind her, startling her so much she almost threw the egg fried rice in her hand.

"You—" Producer Shentu Mo! When did he come back?

Seeing Producer Shentu Mo take the plate from her hand as a matter of course, eating while walking out of the kitchen, He Lele couldn't help but be stunned.

A scene that seemed familiar.

Wait, that's not the point now!

"That's my lunch." Looking at the man in ink-black clothes at the dining table, He Lele said coldly.

The man, whose handsome appearance surpassed that of an idol, ignored her words and continued to eat elegantly.

Watching the fried rice in the plate decrease rapidly, He Lele could only stand there helplessly. What else could she do? Go grab it?

"Gurgle..." Whether from hunger or anger, He Lele's stomach actually growled in response.

Producer Shentu Mo turned his head slightly to look at her, and the spoon in his hand scooped a full spoonful and sent it into his mouth.

This bas, tard!

He Lele turned and rushed back to the kitchen to get the largest vegetable plate, grabbed the spatula, and scraped away more than half of the egg fried rice from the plate under Producer Shentu Mo's nose with lightning speed, then quickly hid back in the kitchen, locked the door, and swallowed the egg fried rice as fast as she could!

"..." What did she just do?

When He Lele realized her behavior just now, her first action was to hammer her chest, swallowing the egg fried rice stuck in her chest first.

Ah! The window! He Lele hurriedly rushed over to lock the window.

Uh... that's not right! Why is she locking the window! She should climb out and run away! But what if he is already outside the window?

Sticking to the wall, she peeked out the window, no one. To be safe, she tiptoed back to the kitchen door and peeked through the glass at the dining room, but didn't see anyone either.

Went upstairs?

Her heart was thumping as if she were trapped in a haunted house. He Lele moved to the center of the kitchen uneasily, pricking up her ears to listen to the movement on both sides.

Her phone rang suddenly from outside the door. He Lele climbed onto the kitchen counter like a rabbit, opened the window, and jumped out.

"Ah ah—" The world turned upside down.

"Splash!" She was carried by someone and thrown directly into the cold swimming pool outside the apartment.

"Gurgle gurgle... cough cough..." After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, He Lele floated up, staring at Producer Shentu Mo on the shore with a smile on his face in shock and anger.

He was actually still smiling! That bastard—wait, he's smiling? Producer Shentu Mo?

Before her muddled brain could count one, two, three, He Lele saw Producer Shentu Mo move his hands and feet and take off his leather shoes.

What, what does he want to do?

"You, don't come over!" He Lele swam in the opposite direction with her hands and feet, but the more she wanted to swim, the less she could move, "Don't, mm—"

Her waist was clamped tightly by someone and pressed into the water. She held her breath and tried desperately to pull away the large palm at her waist, but her legs kicked wildly behind her and couldn't kick anything.

"Su Tu Lu Mu Gu Lu!" Ignoring being underwater, He Lele struggled and shouted.

*Splash! * Her waist was lifted, twisted, and retracted by someone, and she fell into a fiery and hard chest.

"Cough cough! You—" Just as she saw his eyes with faint smiles, the power at her waist came again. This time, he pressed her down into the water with his whole body.

Don't!

Push, couldn't push, kick, he had no reaction. He just leaned his head slightly and pressed gently against her lips with the composure of a controller.

"Mm..." Biting her teeth tightly and closing her mouth, but in the blink of an eye, her chest was about to explode from lack of oxygen!

Bastard, bastard! Perverted serial killer! Ghost animal glasses demon!

She cursed wildly in her heart, but her body gradually lost its strength. No, it's not working... pinching his arms fiercely, she unwillingly opened her teeth, parted her lips slightly, and took the initiative to press against his lips to absorb the meager air in his mouth.

Bastard... no, it's her stupidity, why did she provoke him? How could she... beat him?

Exhausted, she was carried out of the swimming pool by Producer Shentu Mo. When the wind blew, she curled up in the cold, reflexively leaning into his arms—why does such a perverted, cold-blooded, inhuman man have such a hot body?

"If I leave the apartment, can you let me go?" She asked without much hope.

"... Perhaps." With a light laugh, he put her naked body into the steaming hot bath, stood up, took off his wet clothes and pants, stepped into the bath with his sturdy and strong body, sat beside her, and let the bubbles in the massage bathtub gently hit his body.

Perhaps? This is why she didn't leave.

This man, if he wants to do something to her, it's the same wherever she is, and vice versa. If she changed places, she was afraid she would have no way to hide from the public's gaze. Because she didn't doubt at all that Producer Shentu Mo didn't care at all how the world looked at him.

"Are you afraid of lying in the hospital for three days again?" Thinking about it, she didn't seem to have any other chips.