But it's twelve o'clock in the evening, and the bastard hasn't made a phone call yet, so he guesses someone is already there.

Luo Yan thought, she was not so cheap, and ran to sleep with her in the middle of the night.

Simply, she turned off her mobile phone, threw it aside, pulled the quilt over her head, and began to sleep peacefully.

At this time, on the other side, the night villa, was brightly lit.

Yemo sat on the sofa in the hall, and sat for four or five hours.

At that time, he did not force Luo Yan to come back from the crew, but went back to the Yejia villa first, and then waited for her here.

It just disappointed him, and he waited from late evening until late at night, and he still didn't wait for her to come.

She was right, if he hadn't used coercion on her, she would never have come to him.

Maybe now, she is accompanying Fu Chengyan in the hotel!

Thinking of this, Yemo's heart seemed to have been slashed by a sharp blade.

Before he knew it, his emotions were completely under her control.

Yemo hates this feeling, after all, he is used to being in control, and when he is suddenly controlled, there will indeed be a gap in his heart.

The clock hanging on the wall walked round and round, and Yemo finally couldn't hold it anymore and made a call to Luo Yan.

A formulaic female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off, please dial again later......"

Yemo was irritable in his heart, and slammed the phone out with a sudden force, making a huge movement.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he picked up the car keys on the coffee table and rushed out.

The silver sports car was speeding in the dark night like a bolt of lightning, and the time that originally took two and a half hours to reach the Luoyan Hotel was cut in half by the night ink.

He stood at the door of her room and kicked him in a rage.

If he would see Fu Chengyan in her room, he would have to do it.

After all, he has always been a person who likes to solve problems with his fists.

Luo Yan was startled by the loud noise at the door and woke up from her dream, she wrapped the quilt tightly, covered her mouth with palpitations, and stared straight at the kicked and banging door.

She seemed frightened, her face pale, and a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

She probably wouldn't have thought that at one or two o'clock in the morning, someone would come and kick her door.

It took her a minute to stabilize her emotions, and when she calmed down, it suddenly became clear to her.

Damn, that bastard, what an idle panic!

Luo Yan jumped off the bed, didn't even wear slippers, and ran directly to the door, she didn't think about anything, so she opened the door, and then, a burst of abuse smashed towards Yemo.

"You're sick, aren't you? Is it fun to pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night? ......."

Before she could finish speaking, the man's figure leaned towards her, put his arm around her waist, carried her horizontally on his shoulders, shook the door casually, locked it, and threw her on the bed.

Yemo's gloomy gaze scanned the room, and he was relieved to see that there was no trace of any man in the room.

He chuckled into an incomprehensible smile as he looked down at the woman on the bed in a white lace nightdress.

"Dressed like this, who are you waiting for?"

"Fuck your sister's sass, sassy yourself, watch everyone else's sass!"

Luo Yan didn't choose what to say, and he thought of what to scold.

The smile on the corner of Yemo's lips became more and more intense: "Yes, I'm sassy, I'll show you now?" ”

As he spoke, he had already unbuttoned his shirt.