He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 120 - 120 114 Physical Temptation Ultimate Tug of War

Chapter 120: 114: Physical Temptation, Ultimate Tug of War (Second Update) Chapter 120: 114: Physical Temptation, Ultimate Tug of War (Second Update) She took Xie Shang’s hand and placed the remaining pearl in his palm, “This is for you.” She was in a good mood and smiled at Xie Shang, “Now that Zheng Lvqiao has become Fang Jiyin’s life-saving benefactor, she can’t cling to you anymore, right?”

Under the lamp, Xie Shang’s eyes were blazing and bright.

“Changling.”

He restrained his joy, uncertain and cautious, he asked Wen Changling, “You do like me a bit, don’t you?”

Even if it’s not me you dream of every day.

She did not answer, her eyelashes lowered, and she touched her hearing aid again.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling turned her head away, “I’m hungry.”

Xie Shang sighed silently, put the pearl away carefully, and took her to dinner.

This time, Dihong had booked the entire resort hotel for the party, with all rooms available for guests to rest in.

The door of Room 3012 was closed tight, with two people inside having a secret talk.

“Think of something, my old man can’t kick the bucket just yet.”

Zhou Sheng, the general manager of Zhou Group.

The old man he referred to was his father, Zhou Kangyi. To Zhou Sheng’s knowledge, his dear father had already written a will, the content of which he did not yet know, but given the old man’s level of confusion, he would not be surprised if it all went to Fu Ying, that despicable woman.

“What can I think of.” Opposite him sat Zheng Lvhong, “I’m not Yama, the King of Hell, with the power to decide when someone dies.”

Zhou Sheng took it for granted as if discussing something other than a human life, “Whatever doesn’t work, change it; isn’t that the Zheng Family’s specialty?”

Zheng Lvhong’s face darkened, “Watch your words with me.”

Outside the door.

Fu Ying listened with her ear to the door when suddenly her shoulder was tapped.

Out of defensive instinct, she immediately grabbed the hand, then turned around, her hand sharp as a blade, chopping down hard at the other person’s neck.

The other person moved quickly, intercepting her wrist and gripping it tightly.

to counterattack when the person dragged her, twisted open the door of the next room, and brutally

Baishi seemed to have grown thanks to

her sore wrist, and spoke with irritation, “So

Chen Baishi looked

a bed in the room, and rose

romance

turned to

the door, refusing to

was expressionless, like a wound-up mechanical

not even pretending

said, “Madam, you are too

was too

Zhou Sheng alive right now; she couldn’t wait

harshness and indifference as she stepped forward to warn, “Do not obstruct me; if you push me

her hand from

lunged forward to

He was taken aback.

She lifted her face to look at Chen Baishi, her round almond eyes glistening, “Junior brother, back

other before Chen Baishi came

school; Chen Baishi’s family was not wealthy, and he started school late, a grade below Fu Ying. At that time, Fu Ying, not yet going by that name, was the champion of the youth kick-boxing division,

When they met again, he was brought by Zhou Sheng, calling her “Madam”

Baishi pried open her hand, still intending to

his neck, “What’s so great about being Zhou Sheng’s dog? Whatever he can give you, I can too, and what

neck, her teeth

of a woman entwining with his breath. She was no longer the spirited young girl of the past; she had grown up, matured, her body lithe, her slender

Chen Baishi remained motionless.

say

ear, her body

relaxed, “But you’re the one shaking your ass

seductively with eyes sultry as silk, “Mmm, then

arms around her waist, his muscular arms bulging. His height of one meter eighty-eight made it easy to heft her into his arms, pressing her roughly against himself, letting her feel the change

He warned, “Scared now?”

But Fu Ying laughed.

it does

lightly, tantalizingly scratching Chen

pushing her away

red petals falling onto her white cheongsam, the stark contrast

wound around him like fine silk threads, roaming from his face to his belly,

was somber and dark, “Your foot