Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Pei Qiqi walked over slowly, half kneeling beside him.

Tang Yu looked at her quietly, "Unbuckle the buttons for me."

She raised her hand and went to wait for him! Little hands unbuttoned his buttons, she was not used to doing this, so the movements were a bit awkward.

He didn't dislike it either, he held the cigarette in one hand, didn't light it, and looked down at her small face.

Finally, she unbuttoned his shirt, and he said hoarsely, "Go on."

Pei Qiqi did not move, but just knelt there, with her small face up, struggling hopelessly, like a young beast, "I don't want it."

But she can't do it if she doesn't want it, he grabbed her little hand strongly and put it on his belt, firm, strong, and not let her refuse! ! !

In this hopeless resistance, she finally left all of her own, lying on the petals, white and beautiful...

Tang Yu is not a saint, let alone refuse such temptations, let alone, she belongs to him tonight.

With a touch of anger and Taotian's Yuwang, he occupied her all night...

In the mess, he resisted her and snarled in her ear: "Pei Qiqi, you liar."

But she had passed out and was not awake, she didn't know what he said.

Night, thick.

Love, strong...

When Tang Yu let go of her, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

He went into the bathroom, took a shower, and cleaned her briefly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, Pei Qiqi slept very deeply, and hugged his pillow with her little hand as if she was used to it.

He watched silently for a while, and simply stuffed the pillow into her arms.

Pei Qiqi's small face was rubbed against it, and he whispered, "Tang Yu."

His original indifferent face became a little gentle, and his slender fingers pinched her little face, "Little liar, I'll deal with you like this next time!"

In fact, he knew best that he was just looking for an excuse to do it with her!

Can't always get her drunk!

It's a bit expensive...

After sitting for a while, he went out and went to the study.

Meng Qingcheng was there, and when he saw Tang Yu entering, he checked.

Sure enough, seeing the full of hickeys on his neck, he asked mockingly: "Is this left by Pei Xiaoqi, or Sun Feifei?"

Tang Yu glanced at him and sat down, "What did you find?"

Meng Qingcheng put away his joking heart, and said sternly, "There are many."

He took out a photo, "Look at this."

Tang Yu took it, squinted, and saw a picture.

The woman above is Zhao Ke!

And that man...

"This man is called Rong Lei!" Meng Qingcheng said lightly: "You should be familiar with this name. It's Zhou Meilin's little white face. You can't think of a relationship with Zhao Ke."

Tang Yu still held the photo and looked at it for a while before speaking, "Where did the photo come from?"

"Pei Xiaoqi went to the hotel. The newspaper office should have been bought from the newspaper office, but no matter what the people I sent asked, the newspaper office was tight-lipped and didn't reveal a word." Meng Qingcheng continued, "She went yesterday. I saw Zhou Meilin, and then Zhou Meilin went crazy. I got this picture from there."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tang Yu: "Does this matter feel weird? Pei Xiaoqi went to find out what Zhao Ke did somehow?"

"She suspected that the little white face did what Jin Rong did." Although that was the case, Tang Yu had other thoughts in his heart.

This kind of thinking... is almost extinct.