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Hearing Wen Yunyu's tone change, Aunt Zhao immediately became nervous.

After a while, Aunt Zhao stammered again, "Yes, I'm sorry, sir." Miss Huo gets drunk almost every day, but she is afraid that you will be upset and will not allow me to say it, so, so I ......"

Hearing this, Wen Yunyu leaned her body on the sofa and looked at Aunt Zhao with her legs folded.

He continued what Aunt Zhao didn't finish and said, "So, you take the salary I gave you and be ordered by her, right?" ”

Aunt Zhao's frightened face turned white, and hurriedly explained: "No, it's not like this, I just saw that Miss Wen has been in a bad mood since she came back from the hospital, and I thought that since drinking alcohol can relieve some of her depression, she will drink it, so I ...... it."

Wen Yunyu laughed, smiling sarcastically: "Relieve the ...... of depression"

Wen Yunyu tugged at her tie, revealing her impatience.

It wasn't until he had completely ripped off his tie and tossed it aside that he got up from the couch.

Seeing Wen Yunyu striding towards the second floor.

Aunt Zhao hurriedly chased after her, and shouted anxiously, "Sir, sir...... It's all my fault for this matter, it's none of Miss Huo's business, she's still asleep, don't ......"

"Go away!"

Wen Yunyu whispered a word to Aunt Zhao and strode towards Huo Xiaoli's room.

……

Huo Xiaoli heard the movement outside in the room and opened his eyes.

The sunlight shone in through the thin curtains, and she was a little dizzy.

With a "bang" sound, Wen Yunyu pushed the door open.

Huo Xiaoli was very calm.

She slowly sat up from the bed and quietly looked at Wen Yunyu who suddenly broke in.

Seeing Wen Yunyu again, Huo Xiaoli was no longer as nervous and scared as before, but had a little more calmness that people couldn't see.

Huo Xiaoli looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at the door behind him.

She lowered her head, unbuttoned her chest one by one, and said to Wen Yunyu in an almost indifferent tone: "If Mr. is in a hurry, I will do it myself, but I still hope that you can close the door, this kind of thing is heard by Aunt Zhao, after all, it is not good to ......"

While he was talking, Huo Xiaoli had already taken off his clothes.

She sat on the bed topless, raised her head and looked at Wen Yunyu again.

In Wen Yunyu's eyes, Huo Xiaoli at this time looked like a prostitute.

She has changed, and she is no longer the little girl with red circles under her eyes at every turn.

She knew how to smile at him now, and knew that she was undressing instead of clutching the buttons on her chest.

If Wen Yunyu regarded torturing Huo Xiaoli as a kind of fun.

Now, then, he doesn't have that thrill of revenge.

Huo Xiaoli should be in pain, not the calm appearance he is now.

Wen Yunyu walked to the bedside table, picked up the foreign wine that Huo Xiaoli hadn't finished drinking last night, walked to her, and poured it all over her head.

Huo Xiaoli closed her eyes, feeling the red wine slide down her cheeks, then to her collarbone, and meander down.

The red wine gradually trickled down the sheets, and it was a dazzling red.

Then, Wen Yunyu stepped forward.

He stood in front of Huo Xiaoli and slowly unfastened his metal belt buckle.

As the clothes on his body fell one by one, although Huo Xiaoli closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled.

The door behind him was still open, and he pressed Huo Xiaoli on the bed, and without any foreplay, he went straight to the point.

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