The lighting in the room was very soft, and the furnishings and figures in the room seemed to be gilded with a dull gold.

Luo Xingchen drank wine, and his dance steps were a little staggering. was almost carried by Jin Zeming's skillful dance steps.

Suddenly, she pulled him and hugged him by the shoulder.

Jin Zeming was stunned at first, then retracted his arms, hugged her tightly in his arms, and slowed down his dance steps.

She raised her head, just saw his resolute and good-looking chin, so she playfully stood on tiptoe and kissed it, "Jin Zeming, money is really a good thing." ”

If Dad had money, the company wouldn't have gone bankrupt; If she had money, she wouldn't be in that circle; If she had money, she wouldn't sell herself.

When Jin Zeming heard this, his brows frowned slightly.

"Luo Xingchen, how much money can satisfy you?" With one hand, he untied her bun, and the jet-black hair fell out like a waterfall and fell softly over her shoulders.

"The more the merrier," she replied excitedly.

Jin Zeming looked down at her rosy cheeks that were full of wine and covered with a thin layer of fine sweat, and said with a low smile: "You are really straightforward." ”

Luo Xingchen's slender and white arms hung bewitchingly from his neck like a water snake, and said proudly: "Didn't you say that I love money, and you are greedy for sex?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jin Zeming raised his hand and scraped the tip of her little nose, and then blocked her lips with his mouth.

"Hmm...... No......" she caught his big palm that was raging on her skin, gasping for breath.

She hadn't forgotten that they were still in the living room, and she also remembered that Aunt Yun didn't seem to have left yet.

She turned her head to look at it weakly, but the man only grabbed her waist, "Aunt Yun is back in her room." ”

His voice was low and dark, but it was provocative, "Good! Don't move! Let me hold it for a while! ”

After speaking, he hugged her soft body tightly and pressed it against him, breathing heavily.

After a while, he couldn't help but kiss her affectionately and domineeringly, caressing her, until a piece of fire lit up on her body and every inch of skin.

Luo Xingchen was pressed by him on the soft sofa, her face was flushed, and she didn't dare to struggle.

"Sofa shock?" He looked down and smiled, touching her lips affectionately with his fingers.

She didn't speak, she just laughed.

The man is used to being cheeky, and if she talks to him, she will follow his heart.

No, no!

She thought, stroked her forehead, curled eyelashes fanned slightly, "Headache!" Jin Zeming, I have a headache! ”

She bit down on a heavy tail note and said coquettishly.

"What's wrong?" Jin Zeming hurriedly used the back of his hand to check the temperature of her forehead, although it was a little hot, it was within the normal range.

"It's true." She turned her head sideways, frowning.

Jin Zeming let go of her, got up and didn't even bother to tidy up his clothes, picked her up and walked to the door.

"Where to go?" She was stunned.

"Hospital!"

"Huh?"

……

Half an hour later, only Jin Zeming's slightly agitated deep voice could be heard in the hospital's emergency room.

"Doctor, does her headache have anything to do with her ankle injury two days ago?"

"She drank wine just now, it's 82-year-old Lafite, is she allergic?"

"What are you doing? What else to check, hurry up and do it! ”

The doctor looked at him with a blank expression, and the beautiful woman in front of him should be normal after his careful examination.

What else to check?

But looking at the man like this, if he doesn't say something, the hospital may be demolished by the man.