Chapter 49 Nacht "You have a mole on your hip bone."...

Xie Xianshen's kissing skills are getting better and better.

Recalling the first time he kissed her, he was reckless and only knew to suck on her lips, but this time, his kiss was more gentle than before.

Quezhan had no strength, and her consciousness was about to step into another blank space. In the moment, a pair of hands suddenly broke in and pulled her back to reality from that cliff, accepting him and feeling him.

Her spine was leaning against Xie Xianshen's arms, and the slightly raised curve of her chin and neck just took in his kiss.

He pinched her waist, and his fingertips occasionally gently twisted her hip bone a few inches below her waist.

Pressing again and again.

Xunang, who had been a childhood friend of Quezhan for more than 20 years, knew that her childhood friend had an ugly and fluffy Abeibei.

Abeibei had been with Quezhan for a long time, and Xunang also knew that Quezhan's favorite sleeping posture was to hug Abeibei, sleeping with one leg clamped around Abeibei, like hugging a big tree.

From a psychological perspective, this sleeping position is interpreted as

strong vitality, strong desire, lack of security, and desire for intimacy.

Quezhan didn't believe Xunang's nonsense, but looking back at the facts... it seems that it is indeed the case.

She is indeed full of vitality, playing around the world, and she doesn't feel tired after walking 30,000 steps a day. She doesn't dare to challenge any extreme sports such as rock climbing, skydiving, skiing, bungee jumping, surfing, diving, via ferrata, etc.

Since the fire she experienced in her childhood, she can't change her habit of sleeping with something in her arms. Lack of security... what she said... is not wrong.

Strong desire, longing for intimacy.

In the past few days when Xie Xianshen was away, Quezhan was at ease, but sometimes she suddenly realized that there was suddenly one less person in the house, and the smell of sandalwood on him was also missing.

One day she couldn't sleep due to insomnia, so she went to Xie Xianshen's room and secretly took one of his shirts and covered Abebei with it. She didn't change her sleeping position, but fell asleep quickly with her legs over his. But the next day when she woke up, she would scold herself for being crazy.

Why did she go crazy to take his clothes?

Another example is now.

The warmth of the man's chest pressed in front of her, encircling her in his arms, blocking all chances of escaping. The winding veins in his arms became more obvious as he bound her.

The hidden sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and she opened her eyes, but she could only feel the kisses he planted on her body.

Such a lingering and charming feeling put her in a dangerous situation.

She suddenly realized something, she wanted an inhibitor that could solve the heat, and she wanted it now.

His kiss fell from her neck to her collarbone, and she held Xie Xianshen with one hand, her eyes were filled with confusion, her lips slightly opened and she breathed shallowly.

It was quiet at that time, and neither of them spoke.

Xie Xianshen's dark eyes drooped slightly. He was a little too much. He was not satisfied with just one kiss. He had to kiss her until the corners of her eyes turned red. He wanted to see her charming and tender appearance in his arms.

"Okay, no more kissing." He whispered.

I won't bully you anymore.

As soon as he finished speaking, Quezhan seemed to be unconvinced. He straightened his back, raised his hands to hold his face and kissed him.

When they kissed, she never took the lead. She didn't know how to kiss others. She could only clumsily imitate the way he kissed her and gently opened her lips. The sharp little tiger teeth rubbed his lips with more force, and blood overflowed. He didn't feel the pain at all. He

held the back of her head with his palm, and the blood rushed back at this moment.

He responded to her first active kiss more heavily and more deeply.

"...Xie Xianshen."

Quezhan didn't want him to misunderstand anything with this kiss. She still didn't love him or like him. She just wanted to satisfy her own body's desire, not to invite him to express his love.

"The me you like... has never been a good person."

She used his power, his background, his connections in the world of fame and fortune, and this marriage to put her in an absolutely safe area. She

also used his body, just for herself.

She said that she was not a good person, so how could he not be a bad person?

"These days, I miss you a lot."

He didn't let her say anything else. He didn't want to listen. Even though he knew that she was using him, he admitted it, "It misses you too."

"Hurry up..."

Que Zhan was a little anxious.

Hurry up...

His suit jacket was taken off by her. Two scallion-white arms stopped in front of his collarbone to help him fiddle with the buttons. Her fingertips bent and slid, and the second button was not unbuttoned. Que Zhan was dissatisfied.

What a shabby suit.

"Don't worry, baby." Xie Xianshen's hand covered the back of her hand, guiding her, teaching her to be more patient.

"Do you want me to...?"

She had said so much...

He was still asking knowingly.

Xie Xianshen circled her wrist and brought it to himself, touching his cheek with her slender red-collared fingers.

"Touch me..."

He moved her wrist to his lips again, and rubbed her palm with his nose tip, occasionally, his black eyes looked up at hers, deeply tender, as if begging for mercy and wagging his tail to her.

It seems... not like him.

"...Xie Xianshen." Her eyes paused, and she found something she had never noticed before, "You have a mole here on your hip."

The mole on the hip, like the small mole under the end of his eyebrow, is too well placed, a small dot, just born here on the hip, sexy to death.

"Zhanzhan seems to like my mole very much." He saw through it.

Quezhan is obsessed with words, and moles.

The first time she saw him, she was deeply attracted by the mole under his eyebrow. When he didn't know, she sighed many times in her heart, how could someone grow moles so well.

After Quezhan realized the mole on Xie Xianshen's hip, it was hard not to think about the mole, and the location became clearer.

"You miss me too, right?"

Xie Xianshen rested his arms on both sides of Quezhan's neck and shoulders, and kissed her again and again on the mole on his hip, with all the frequency being messed up.

Seeing that she couldn't help tilting her head and frowning, he smiled softly.

"Zhanzhan, I like the way you are obedient."

"As a reward, I will fulfill my responsibilities as a husband and make sure you are happy."

In the end, Quezhan was dizzy.

She was carried to the bathroom to take a shower, and was tossed around in the bathroom again. She lay back on the bed, and when she got out of bed, the curtains that she had messed up accidentally opened a gap.

Through the gap, she saw the dim light of dawn rising from the boundless sky.

"After dawn, nothing happened."

Before falling asleep, Quezhan said this sentence in a very light tone. It was just such a light sentence, but it was too lethal.

Xie Xianshen turned sideways and stared at Quezhan in the dim night. She was already asleep, with a peaceful sleeping face, just like a cat sleeping comfortably after a good meal.

What a coincidence that nothing happened.

Her nominal husband was just her nominal husband to her, and they were just in a marriage relationship.

She would only wave to him when her body needed him.

She was still using him and had no feelings for him.

-

When Quezhan saw the paraiba ring and necklace that Xie Xianshen brought from the United States, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

She forgot all the troubles and unhappiness at work, as well as the night she had with her nominal husband last night. The next day, she was still the eldest daughter of the Que family, the director of the Rokori business department, and the only heir of the Que family.

At 10 a.m., Shen Yun was put on sale. According to statistics from the sales departments of Rokori and Levi, within an hour of the publication being released, as many as one million copies were sold in offline brand stores in Beijing alone.

According to the current trend, the number of the first batch of magazines printed by the publisher cannot keep up with the sales volume. It is also distributed offline, not through online pre-sale channels. Customers have to pay for the physical goods.

The printing volume is temporarily stagnant, so the quality must be guaranteed first. With the stable reputation of a century-old luxury brand as a foundation, Quezhan first withdrew from several less important business activities, and when the number of magazines here catches up, he will contact the marketing department for promotion.

"Boss Que, Scherlid's new magazine, which was released at the same time as Rokori, has nearly twice the sales of Rokori in one hour." Greer couldn't figure it out: "Do we have to remove the advertisements as soon as the magazine is put on the shelves?"

Greer believes that other well-known publishers can be found to rush to reprint, and the risk of removing advertisements will be greater.

Quezhan is calm: "The initial result does not necessarily represent the final result."

Rokori and Scherlid's magazine sales were put on the shelves at the same time. Something like that happened on the eve of Shen Yun's release. It is hard for Quezhan not to suspect that Scherlid was behind it. Xie Ling also told her before to pay attention to the two brothers and sisters of the Xie family.

But at the moment, the surveillance did not find any suspicious persons. The technical department said that the black technology was difficult to crack and no specific evidence had been obtained.

After that, she left the company.

She thought of the phone call Xie Xianshen called her this morning.

On the phone, he told her that he asked technical professionals to carefully analyze the entire process of the problematic electronic manuscript. The high-density code running behind it was encrypted and defended layer by layer. It was very likely that outsiders had no chance to crack it. Such information technology was not something that ordinary people could do.

Although the information could not be cracked, he mentioned a person.

Meng Ye.

She asked if he had evidence pointing to him. He did not answer this question directly, but only sent her a location.

It meant that she should come here, the manor in the suburbs of Beijing.

...

The two brothers of the Meng family are really stubborn and difficult to deal with.

The eldest son Meng Xie stabbed himself and almost went to hell, threatening her with his own life to love him; the second son Meng Ye was behind the concert and the problem with the magazine. He was familiar with information technology and covered up his tracks. Now there is not even a trace of evidence.

Xie Xianshen didn't have the patience to waste time with him.

As for the concert incident, considering that Meng Ye was Quezhan's "friend", Quezhan would definitely not spare him, whether he was hurt openly or secretly found someone to deal with him. He originally planned to let this matter go, but now, Meng Ye was secretly affecting Rokori's interests.

In addition, he called Quezhan today and said that they hadn't met for a long time. He asked her out for dinner in the name of the Harmony Band?

A person who was completely disguised from head to toe, pretending to be innocent on the surface, but playing dirty tricks behind the scenes.

As if he was dead?

Information technology, Xie Xianshen also used this to set a trap for Meng Ye.

He used technology to synthesize Quezhan's voice and sent Meng Ye the location of the manor in the suburbs of Beijing. It was a random reason that he himself felt was fake. Unexpectedly, this idiot actually came.

Meng Ye walked into the empty manor. There was only a medieval retro fortress building standing in the middle. In the open space in the foreground of the building, there were two men in suits.

One stood respectfully at the edge, waiting for orders.

A tall and straight man with clear shoulders casually lowered his arm and slowly walked around him. The ferocious beast seemed to sense something, slightly raised its spine and rubbed its head against the man's fingertips. The man

next to the man waited until his vision became clear, and he saw that the beast was a dark-striped leopard.

Meng Ye's heart was empty.

The man turned around at the right time, and the two men faced each other.

"Mr. Xie?"

Meng Ye realized that he seemed to have been fooled. "You called me to this place in the name of Zhan Zhan, what's your purpose?"

"If you really have something to ask me, we can find a coffee shop to talk it out. After all, when guests come, this is Mr. Xie's way of entertaining guests?"

"Loyal, go say hello to Mr. Meng." Xie Xianshen said in a low voice.

At the command, Loyal moved his sturdy limbs towards Meng Ye. The leopards were cruel and cold-blooded by nature. His eyes were as dark as the night. He just stared at him and took a few steps towards him. Meng Ye couldn't help but retreat again and again out of fear.

Loyal was a leopard species. He was swift and fierce. He was not wild or protected. He was fierce and difficult to raise.

He was dressed in a gorgeous black and gold coat. The circular spots were randomly printed on his head, spine and tail. His limbs were strong and flexible. He was the embodiment of wildness and elegance.

He followed Xie Xianshen in the United States, and his name, Loyal, was translated as "loyalty" in English, German and French.

"What...what do you mean?"

Meng Ye's legs trembled. The leopard looked at him with a threatening look, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its food. Its sharp teeth were faintly revealed with the sound of its belly. He

didn't know what Xie Xianshen was going to do. He just wanted to escape after summoning such a fierce beast.

Unfortunately, when he was about to make an escape move, he might have accidentally triggered some mechanism, and a towering iron net suddenly rose up in the wide land of hundreds of miles around him, stretching from north to south.

He was trapped alone. He

was separated from the leopard and Xie Xianshen.

Meng Ye was frightened for a moment, but also inexplicably felt a little relieved, because the iron net in front of him blocked the danger and kept him safe to a certain extent.

"What is your purpose!"

Meng Ye raised his arms and tightly grasped the iron net and asked in a panic. His eyes now seemed to be somewhat similar to Loyal's viciousness.

Xie Xianshen chuckled, "I just asked Loyal to say hello to you, why are you so scared?"

"Do you really think I can't deal with you?"

"What...?"

"About the concert, and yesterday's Rokori magazine incident, what kind of ability is it to just play tricks on the Internet." The man lowered his eyes, and his palm slowly slid from Loyal's head to his back, his expression contemptuous, "Since you did it, you have to admit it."

Meng Ye also laughed and sarcastically, he knew that he had exhausted all the ways to retreat, and there was no so-called evidence at all: "You say I did it, Mr. Xie, show me the evidence. Without evidence, it is slander and rumor, who will believe it?"

Xie Xianshen also found out not long ago after his men checked that Meng Ye majored in mathematics and computers. It was a talent to play with information technology to this extent, but he turned it into a sharp weapon to hurt her.

"In this case, let Loyal play with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low door in the front iron net was broken open, and the shape and size were only large enough for animals lying

on the ground to enter. Loyal first inserted his forelimbs and soft spine, and then entered the iron net.

He was forcing him to tell the truth!

Xie Xianshen: "Loyal has a bad temper, don't provoke him."

Then, the man picked a cigarette from the cigarette box calmly, which was the Su cigarette she liked.

The tail of the cigarette slowly fell into light ash, and he moved it to his lips. The thick white mist passed through his throat, and when he exhaled, it slowly fell into the air like a scattered cloud.

He should appreciate this hunting game.

...

After a while, the manor under the Xie family's property was no longer as abandoned and dilapidated as the first time he saw it, with dead branches and weeds growing all over the yard.

After the servants took care of the whole garden, it

suddenly became a little lively. When Quezhan arrived here and entered the manor, what shocked her was the iron net that blocked the place on all sides.

"Meng Ye!"

Recognizing the person, Quezhan's heartbeat suddenly became heavy. She came to Xie Xianshen and said in a shocked and unbelievable tone, "Xie Xianshen, you asked me to come here just to let me see this?"

"Meng Ye."

Compared with her "Meng Ye", his voice was too calm.

Xie Xianshen's eyes were still ahead. The person trapped in the iron net could not escape without his order.

He placed his long fingers on the body of the cigarette and said lightly: "Think about your life, weigh it yourself, which one is more valuable."

"Xie Xianshen..."

But before he could finish his words, there was a sharp and sharp collision, "Bang!" Loyal's powerful attack on Meng Ye was dodged by the latter. The sturdy and aggressive physique of the leopard hit the iron net, not to mention the net shaking, the ground where the net was tied was also lifted up with several cracks.

Loyal was well-fed and had good physical fitness. Although he was hit by the net, he quickly turned over, his eyes and limbs were dormant, and he resumed his fighting posture.

On the other hand, Meng Ye and Loyal had already circled the field for several rounds, and his physical strength had long been exhausted. The wounds on his body that were scratched by Loyal were horrifying, and the blood flowing down soaked through his clothes, which was shocking.

The panic on his face, the imminent exhaustion of his physical strength, and the beast that was walking towards him with a fierce look in its eyes, the weakness of being chased back and forth and being forced to fall to a low position, made his mental defense line collapse.

Meng Ye supported himself on the ground with his arms and moved back. He was afraid, instinctively afraid, but there was nothing around him, not even a branch or a stone that could be used as an ice tool.

Loyal was still walking towards him, and suddenly, it flew and leaped onto Meng Ye, and at this moment -

"It's me!"

"Meng Ye!"

Quezhan's voice was covered.

"Loyal."

Xie Xianshen only said Loyal's name. Loyal seemed to have received a strict control order. He stepped on Meng Ye's ribs with one hand of his forelimbs, retreated from the attack, and did not let him go. He just looked down at him from a high position, his cold eyes looking down at a scum under a bad skin.

"It's me, it's me..."

In the face of extreme danger, Meng Ye couldn't think too much. He admitted it and couldn't escape the excuse, "The concert... and Rokori... it was me..."

Quezhan was stunned where she was, as if the sea water was pouring into her ears and drowning out the roar.

"Did you hear that, Zhanzhan." Xie Xianshen wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingers and said softly, "He admitted it."

"Xie Xianshen..."

Quezhan choked up. She was scared. Even if she wanted Meng Ye to admit the truth, he could have tried another way, "You really are a..."

"Crazy?"

He said that word for her, that phrase, "Zhanzhan, the rumors about the concert, and the interests of Rokori, when he used all kinds of despicable means to push you into the abyss behind your back, the word crazy is more suitable for him, right?"

Xie Xianshen clamped her jaw with one hand, without using any force, and his lacquered black eyes fell into her eyes.

"Now tell me, who is crazier."

He lowered his neck and kissed her lips.