Chapter 988: Warmth

Nan Zhi was a little suspicious of He Lianzhu.

I thought she was unwilling and committed such murder and arson.

But then I thought about it, He Lianzhu would not be so heartbroken and crazy for the sake of love!

After Nan Zhi and the two children fell asleep, An Feng found it difficult to fall asleep.

She lay on the bed and looked out at the dark night.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, emitting a cool light.

She rested her face on her hands and frowned.

Although the police found that the fire in the kitchen was caused by aging wiring, she always felt that the matter was not that simple——

She and Zhizhi have lived there for more than four years and nothing has ever happened. Why are you alone tonight?

And, after she placed the cup?

The more An Feng thought about it, the more suspicious he became.

Does someone know something, so they want to destroy the cup she put away so that she can't do the appraisal?

If this is the case, she must get the sample again and find out the truth!

However, no one knew about that incident except her best friend who attended the mask dance. Later, when she returned to China, she heard that her best friend had passed away in a car accident.

An Feng felt a faint sense of uneasiness and chill, and she felt that things were not simple.

But this was all her suspicion. She didn't know who to tell until it was confirmed. After all, that incident left a shadow in her heart. If possible, she just wanted to forget it and never mention it!

The next day.

An Feng woke up early in the morning.

After washing, she walked downstairs.

I didn't sleep much last night, and my mind was still a little confused.

Sihan will come to pick them up in the afternoon. When they return to the capital, no one will set fire under Sihan's nose anymore, right?

She wanted to get He Lianxiao's hair before leaving. Otherwise, the two people may not have the chance to meet again.

He Lianxiao's room was diagonally opposite An Feng and Nan Zhi. When An Feng returned to the hotel, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he met He Lianxiao, Feng Yao and He Lianzhu.

"Aunt Feng, I thought you and Zhizhi were still sleeping. My dad has an important meeting in the morning, and he and Helianzhu are leaving."

An Feng nodded and said lightly, "Goodbye."

After seeing the three people entering the elevator, An Feng walked towards He Lianxiao's room.

Just as a waiter came in to check the items, An Feng knocked on the door and walked in.

The waiter looked at An Feng and said, "Who are you..."

An Feng said in a gentle voice, "I was with the gentleman who checked in last night. He left something in the room. I came over to help him look for it."

The waiter heard something being dropped and she stepped aside. The people who stay in this kind of presidential suite are usually not ordinary guests. If something is left behind and is missing, they will be in trouble if they blame the waiters.

"Then you go look for it. I'll clean up the other rooms first."

After the waiter left, An Feng walked quickly towards the bedroom.

She lifted the quilt and searched carefully on the bedside.

The pillow and bedside where the man had slept were clean, and not a single hair could be found.

An Feng entered the bedroom again.

Still not found.

She walked around the bedroom again and suddenly found a light-colored nightgown hanging in the closet.

She walked over and looked carefully. Two hairs were found at the collar.

An Feng was immediately happy.

She took out a small transparent bag from herself and carefully put her hair in it.

An Feng glanced at the nightgown. It should have been brought by He Lianxiao himself. Did he forget to take the nightgown with him?

Just as he was wondering, a low and elegant voice suddenly came, "What are you doing?"

An Feng turned around and was startled when she saw the tall figure standing at the door of the bedroom.

Calmly putting the small bag into his pocket, An Feng lowered his eyebrows and said calmly, "The waiter said you dropped something in the room and thought you and I knew each other. Let me come in and take a look."

She lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to look at He Lianxiao.

He Lianxiao pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Although she didn't look up, An Feng could still feel his eyes falling on her.

Hot and dark.

"Since you came to get it yourself, I won't stop here." An Feng wanted to pass by him.

But he blocked the bedroom door with no intention of avoiding it.

An Feng glanced at him. His face was dark and his inner thoughts could not be seen. When he ran into the other person's room, no matter how much he denied it, An Feng still felt guilty.

Seeing that he was standing still, An Feng had no choice but to turn sideways.

Halfway through, He Lianxiao suddenly turned around. An Feng's back was facing him. He came to one side and her pussy accidentally hit the metal buckle of his belt. She reflexively bent her elbow and touched it. She turned around instinctively at the man's chest, and accidentally bumped her forehead against the man's hard jaw.

It hurts a little and stings a little.

He Lianxiao lowered his head and took a look. An Feng's skirt was caught by his belt buckle, revealing a section of his thin white legs.

An Feng sensed something was wrong, and she quickly pulled off the skirt hanging from his belt buckle.

"Sorry..." She walked out hurriedly.

But after taking only two steps, his wrist was firmly grasped by his long, dry palm.

He pulled her into the bedroom, threw her hard onto the bed, raised his long legs and kicked the bedroom door shut.

An Feng was in shock.

He Lianxiao walked to the bedside, narrowed his deep eyebrows, and looked at An Feng secretly.

"While trying to draw a clear line with me, you also ran into the room where I lived and secretly touched my nightgown. Ms. An, do you still want to say that you didn't play hard to get?"

An Feng felt like he couldn't explain it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

She sat up from the bed and opened her mouth. Just as she was about to say something, He Lianxiao suddenly bent his tall body and pressed down on her.

An Feng looked at him with narrowed eyes, and the words he said yesterday appeared in her mind unconsciously, I want to make love with you.

Looking at his handsome face so close, An Feng held her breath. When his lips were about to touch hers, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She wanted to push him away. The next second, he used force on her wrist. hold.

His palms seemed to be on fire, burning hot.

He pinned her wrists to the bed and leaned down, close to her.

While she was distracted, her lips had been separated by him.

A taste that did not belong to her invaded from between her lips and teeth. An Feng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thoughts were brought back. The man covering her body was close to her, and she could clearly feel the strong texture and hot heat under his clothes. temperature.

The man grabbed her face and kissed her harder.

An Feng's mind was in a mess. After breaking away from his big hand, she pressed it against his broad and strong shoulder through his shirt.

But the more she struggled, the deeper he kissed her.

The mouth and foam mingled together, as if trying to pull out the soul from her body. An Feng couldn't push him away, and suddenly held his head with both hands.

Just when he thought she was going to respond to him, his scalp suddenly hurt.