Former Sweetheart Chapter 12: Occupy 2

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"Where are you taking me?" Wen Wen asked.

"Don't ask, stay quietly in my arms." Xiao Chen said in a cold voice.

"Oh..." Wen Wen said aggrieved and excited.

Looking at the current situation, is it that you are jealous and you want to take yourself to open the house? If so. Haha. All kinds of excitement in Wen Wen's heart began.

Xiao Chen did not disappoint Wen Wen. Take her to the nearest hotel, which is also owned by the Xiao family. After entering, I went straight into the exclusive elevator. Then go straight to the top floor.

There are already people waiting to serve Xiao Chen. The waitress opened the door of the room and left.

Wen Wen was on the bed before he could react. Xiao Chen was a little anxious. He stretched out his hand and tore off Wen Wen's clothes. Seeing Wen Wen struggling, his heart became even more intense. The incident with that man really made Xiao Chen very hot. The fire is big!

Wen Wen was a little happy to be jealous for Xiao Chen. But soon she didn't feel happy anymore. Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to tear the clothes on her body. Also eagerly took off his clothes.

The palm of her hand just swam lightly on her body, then raised her legs and demanded her body.

Wen Wen has a kind of humiliation and grievance that continue to spread in her heart. She feels it is unprecedented sadness, the kind of humiliation that is used as a tool for venting.

Wen Wen was pressed down by Xiao Chen like a puppet, and there was a dead gray expression on her face, the kind of fear and sadness that went deep into her bones. Trembling.

Xiao Chen galloped on Wen Wen's body, completely ignoring Wen Wen's expression, and even the tears on her face were dripping with plum blossom marks on her gorgeous dress, which he didn't see. It's not that I can't see it, it's that I have deliberately ignored it.

In his heart, there is only anger that he can't understand, and anger that he can't even accept.

The kind of wanting to confine Wenwen to her side, the kind of wanting to tear off all her wings and let her stay safely beside her, the kind of wanting to send is really too strong, so much When he penetrated Wen Wen's body, he couldn't help but become cruel. After feeling great satisfaction, he poured his enthusiasm into Wen Wen's body.

In this most primitive way, conquering her is his goal today.

Wen Wen is exhausted after being tortured like Xiao Chen. She still does not understand why she should be treated like this just to meet her friends, and why things that were originally intimate and happy between the two have become like this. .

She was wronged. Tears slipped silently. Waiting for her to get a little bit of strength. Suddenly asked: "Why?"

There was a long silence between the two. Xiao Chen slept next to Wen Wen. There was still sweat left over from his passion on his body, and he suddenly felt a little cold. Reached out and pulled the quilt over the two of them.

"What and why?"

"Why do you treat me this way?"

"Isn't this what you hoped for?" There was a faint sarcasm in his tone. He seldom talked to her since returning to the mansion with Wenwen, and he said much more than before. Wen Wen felt very bitter in his mouth.

"I hope, but. Xiao Chen, I never thought it would happen under this situation."

"What's the situation?"

"There is nothing between Lu Ming and I. We were friends when we were in Germany. He helped me a lot. Even if you are jealous and jealous. Can you ask me later."

"I don't have much interest in knowing the things between you." Xiao Chen suddenly got up and walked towards the bathroom. His sturdy and slender back was exposed. Wen Wen looked over and suddenly felt strange in his heart, that kind of strangeness. Feeling strongly corroded her soft heart.

The thoughts in Xiao Chen's heart were surging, he could not, and could not admit that Wen Wen still occupies a place in his heart.

Going into the bathroom and burying himself in the warm water, he has a little sense of reality. He puts the mess of thoughts in his mind into silence with the desires gradually dissipating in his body.

After he washed his body, he came out. Put on the clean shirt prepared early in the hotel, and check the time after wearing it. It is three or four o'clock in the afternoon. He remembered that there was a more important meeting in the company that needed his personal presence.

"You can clean up and go back. Don't come out casually in the future." Then he turned indifferently, and the sound of the door closing sounded. Wen Wen's face flooded with water.

Wen Wen got up and went to the bathroom to wash her body quickly, looked at the skirt carefully prepared by the room service, and laughed at the corners of her mouth. Then he slowly put it on his body, and walked outside with his bag.

The butler waiting outside saw Wen Wen coming out and said respectfully: "The president ordered the young lady to be sent home."

"Yes." Wen Wen responded lightly, a pale face with no expression at the moment. As cold as a doll standing in the wind and snow.

The housekeeper followed Wen Wen. Wen Wen followed the customer service who led the way in front. She walked through the often dim corridors and entered the exclusive elevator, like a puppet, until she got into the extended luxury car. I felt this trance like a dream.

Sitting in the car, suddenly the phone in the bag rang. Wen Wen looked at the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Are you okay?" Lu Ming's voice was very gentle. Now that Wen Wen was hurt, he seemed to have returned to his comforting voice during the hardest time in Germany.

"I'm fine. Thank you for bringing some treasures today."

"It's okay, I'm willing to...was the man just now, the one you have missed for five years?"

"En..."

"I see, you take care of yourself."

"En. I know. Thank you anyway. If I don't have you, if Xiao Chen doesn't have you. We really don't know if there will be the present."

"No thanks, I just do what I want to do, what I like to do. You don't have to be too grateful."

"Yes. I'm sorry to you."

"Hehe...what are you doing now?" Lu Ming was standing in the apartment he had just rented in S City, with a very wide view on the top floor. At this moment, he looked at Xiao Chen's mansion. Direction, think about how well the person who is eager to himself will be living well.

"I'm going home."

"Oh...this way, then you pay attention to safety, I have some things to deal with and hang up first."

"Okay. Are you busy. Thank you."

"It's okay. You're welcome."

Wen Wen looked at the end of the call on the phone, and suddenly closed a pair of eyes weakly, and stopped thinking about other things. Her worries and physical fatigue made her quickly fall into a drowsy sleep.

Wen Wen's car arrived at the villa, but she still did not wake up, and Xiao Chen came back early. The meeting originally planned for the company went in only half a minute before I went irritably. Driving aimlessly, I didn't expect to get here. I just parked my car and saw that the car picking up Wen Wen had just stopped at the door.

He walked over, the butler's face was full of entanglement, and he suddenly saw the president approaching and quickly walked to the president's side.

"Miss is asleep, do you want to wake up?"

"No need. I'll just carry her in." Xiao Chen finished speaking and walked over. Looking at Wen Wen who was restlessly sleeping on the seat in the car. Reached out and picked her up.

The expression on his face was still cold and sharp, and the people standing beside him didn't speak, and some even bowed their heads.

Xiao Chen walked straight away holding Wen Wen. He went upstairs, gently placed Wen Wen on the bed, and then put the quilt on her with the utmost gentleness. He wanted to leave, but Wen Wen suddenly unconsciously grabbed his arm.

"Don't go..." he babbled unconsciously, acting like a dazed child while sleeping. Xiao Chen's heart shrank involuntarily, and then involuntarily sat on the side of the bed, letting Wen Wen hold his hand.

Wen Wen pulled Xiao Chen's forearm in his hand. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and that kind of unconscious simple smile made Xiao Chen laugh unconsciously.

This pure smile hasn't appeared on his face for many years. His heart is occupied by power tactics, he fights hard in the market, he can only use and be exploited when interacting with people, he... from five years ago to now, he has never felt this quiet and gentle. In the mood. And now, she once again gave herself such a feeling.

Xiao Chen slowly pulled her forearm out of Wen Wen's hand. She frowned, but soon fell into a deep dream.

The light in the room was dim, and the orange light was warm and comforting. Xiao Chen lowered the curtains and then closed the wait. A person walked out of the room.

At this moment, Wen Wen opened his eyes, staring hollowly at the darkness around him, and his heart was like an empty hole. There is great sorrow.

The next morning, Wen Wen woke up, the servant walked in and pushed the dining car with a lot of food on it. Xiaolongbao, millet porridge, and milk. These are Wen Wen's favorite food before.

"These were bought by the president from Xu Ji in the east of the city. The president is really sad to the young lady!" said the maid, putting the breakfast on the big coffee table in the room.

Wen Wen didn't speak, he **** the hair on his head casually, and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, she saw that there was no appetite for anything on the table. So I went back to the bed and lay down.

"Miss, the president has ordered you to finish all these things."

"I don't want to eat, you can eat it."

"But the president said..."

"It's okay, I don't want to eat it, I can't eat it here, if you don't eat it, then throw it away. I am very tired today and don't want to get up. You go out and close the door, I don't want people to disturb me."

Wen Wen said lightly, the whole person was nestled in the soft big bed, the quilt was also thick, she was too thin and weak, looking at it, the Buddha had been submerged on the soft big bed.

The maid opened her mouth to speak first, and finally had to sigh, and walked out, pushing the intact dining car.