Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 11 Shen Ge has good taste

She was almost paralyzed on the bed, too weak to even get up. Besides, the bodyguard had deliberately torn her clothes when he left. If someone outside came in and saw her in a room with the Third Master of the Xiao family, would she even survive?
Even a hundred mouths couldn't explain it.

How to do?
"Dad, it's locked from the inside. I just asked the maid, and the third son is inside!" Lan Ruo confirmed, her worried tone seemingly reminding him of something.

Old Master Xiao's expression was solemn. He tapped his cane on the floor. "Quickly, have someone open the door!"

Lan Ruo immediately called her bodyguards, who broke down the door in a few swift movements.

"The third child..."

Watching the old man rush in first, Lan Ruo, who couldn't easily step in, curled up a determined smile.

However, in the next second, her smile vanished.

"Look at you, what a state you've become! You have no manners as an elder at all, aren't you ashamed?"

"Quick, give Third Master some water and wash him again!"

What's going on? Lan Ruo stepped inside with a bewildered look on her face. Apart from the few people there, there was no one else.

That's strange, where is Nan Wu?

at the same time.

"Damn it! Miss Nan, if you lay a hand on me again, Brother Shen will kill me!"

At the last moment, Nan Wu was pulled out through a side window.

She's been drugged and can't sit still in the back seat at all; she's like a dying octopus, fidgeting haphazardly.

This terrified Qi Yu, who practically wanted to press himself against the car door.

It's not that he doesn't like women, but this girl belongs to Brother Shen, and he wouldn't dare touch her even if he had a hundred lives.

The phone rang.

"How is it?" Xiao Shen toyed with the cigarette between his fingers, not lighting it, his deep-set eyes exuding a sinister aura.

Qi Yu glanced at the girl who was teetering on the edge of wanting more, "Don't worry, I brought her out safely, but..."

Xiao Shen raised an eyebrow. "Have you finished speaking?"

"Cough! Her condition isn't good. We need to act quickly, otherwise it could harm her health or even endanger her life!"

"Oh!"

Hearing Feng Yun's nonchalant reply, Qi Yu was completely confused. "No, Brother Shen, I don't understand. Should I deliver it to you now, or what?"

pat!

The sound of the rollers turning, the flames leaping up and illuminating half of the man's face, Xiao Shen sneered, "Xiao Jiayang's woman, why are you sending me this? Send it to him!"

"No, don't send me to him..."

A woman's faint voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of pleading.

Nan Wu felt that she would rather die than be touched by Xiao Jiayang.

"Hey, hey, Miss Nan, don't take my pants off..."

Listening to Qi Yu's chaotic chatter on the other end of the phone, Xiao Shen chuckled softly as the cigarette between his teeth trembled from the effort.

If Nan Wu weren't so weak, she would have loved to roll her eyes at this idiot right now.

Who pulled down your pants? I was trying to steal your phone, okay?
Bring it to you!

"Fourth Master, please... I don't want Xiao Jiayang to touch me!"

"Fourth Master, please help me, please, I beg you, waaaaah..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Although Nan Wu had only recently learned Lingnan dialect, she possessed an exceptional talent for it, bringing out its soft, delicate, and charming quality to the fullest. In particular, she added a faint sob to her voice, as if she had been ravaged, repeatedly calling him "Fourth Master" and begging him. Just by closing one's eyes, one could imagine her pitiful yet alluringly seductive appearance.

That's like a soul-snatching spell, it's deadly.

Xiao Shen pressed his tongue against his cheek, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Just you wait, she'll be crying soon!"

A dozen minutes later, Xiao Shen arrived at the hotel with a cigarette in his mouth.

Qi Yu and Song Hao consciously avoided the situation.

"That girl is really pretty, our Brother Shen has great taste!" As soon as the door closed, the two grown men started gossiping.

Song Hao said proudly, "Of course! Who is Brother Shen? He wouldn't even look at an ordinary girl!"

Qi Yu nudged his arm with a mischievous grin, "Guess how long this match will take, Brother Shen?"

Without hesitation, Song Hao held up one finger, "Absolutely!"

"Impossible! Even I, a veteran of many battles, wouldn't dare to do something like that. Brother Shen doesn't usually have a woman, so wouldn't he just go ballistic at the slightest touch? Impossible, impossible!"

Song Haofei was determined to prove his master right, "If you don't believe me, let's take a gamble!"

Qi Yu acted immediately, "Sure, I'll put down 100,000 first!"

inside the room.

"I heard you're looking for something?"

Xiao Shen placed one leather shoe on the edge of the bed, leaned slightly forward, a cigarette between his fingers, and looked down at the restless woman writhing on the bed.

Nan Wu was in extreme discomfort, even worse than when Jiang Rourou drugged her last time. She didn't even ask Lan Ruo to give her a smaller dose.

At this moment, she felt as if countless ants were crawling all over her body, each one gnawing at her nerves and numbing her consciousness.

She was burning up; the space beneath her felt like a sauna, slowly draining the last drop of moisture from her body. She felt like she was dying, desperately seeking water to quench her thirst; Xiao Shen was her last hope.

"Fourth Master, I... I feel terrible, please help me..."

The woman had been shouting for an unknown amount of time. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and husky, which added an alluring quality to her appearance.

"Help you? How can I help you?" Xiao Shen was confused even though he knew the truth, and he was very cunning.

Nan Wu gripped the neatly pressed cuffs of his suit trousers with her fingertips, gave them a gentle shake, and tilted her head up to meet the man's gaze. Her pink lips were bitten until they were a dark color, whether from crying or something else, her fox-like eyes were misty, with three parts grievance and seven parts allure.

This threw Xiao Shen into a panic.

She's so damn good at seducing people!
“If I remember correctly, Miss Nan seemed to have said that we wouldn’t have any contact outside of work, but what are you doing? Oh right, Miss Nan, you’re still my nephew’s fiancée, seducing your fourth uncle like this…” He leaned down even lower, almost touching Nan Wu’s nose, and smiled wickedly, “Is this really appropriate?”

"Fourth Master..." Nan Wu said coquettishly, both anxious and aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes but unable to fall.

Seeing that face makes you want to do anything to unconditionally satisfy her, even if it costs you your life.

Xiao Shen got excited and ran the back of his fingers along her cheek in an ambiguous way. "It's not impossible, but it depends on your ability, hmm?"

The upward movement of both the final syllable and the arch of the eyebrow is unmistakably indicative.

Nan Wu was quick to respond; the next second she reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, her upper body almost half-hanging, and then offered her red lips.

Xiao Shen raised one eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Nan Wu's kiss was haphazard, awkward, and stiff, like a chick pecking at rice, but you could tell she was trying very hard.

Although equally alluring, it was clearly not as stimulating as the one she fell for that night.

"That's it?" Xiao Shen scoffed.

Not to be outdone, and with her body burning with unbearable heat sending out SOS signals, Nan Wu closed her eyes and decided to go all out.

Push the person down and immediately resort to manual force.

(End of this chapter)