Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

A person's world is made up of many things that she cares about, such as money, power, power, men or women. This is the world of normal people. Ren Youru, she is obviously an abnormal person. In the past, her world was only blood, killing and being killed. Now, her world is filled with a being named Ren Jingnian. The world is very big, but in her heart, eyes, and head, there is only Ren Jingnian.

Ren Youru hated the woman in front of him. She was only a few meters away from him, but she attracted Ren Jingnian's attention at this moment. The woman is the eldest daughter of the head of the Zhao family and the future helmsman of the Zhao family. The Ren family and the Zhao family have cooperated for many years. Ren Youru is very aware of the relationship between the two families, but... hates the way this woman looks at Anian.

The unabashed longing, the yearning that tended to be addictive, how could she show such a look in front of Anian when she clearly didn't have her own passion. Ren Youru was thinking in her heart, but her face remained calm. She brought the coffee just for Ren Jingnian, brought it to her with a smile, and then sat next to Ren Jingnian. However, Ren Youru's actions did not attract Ren Jingnian's attention. She was just chatting with the woman opposite. For her, nothing made her happier than accomplishing a big thing.

Ren Jingnian likes to challenge difficult things and complete requirements that others cannot meet. She is very good. Similarly, she also wants many things. Strength is her only criterion, and only strong people can enter. her eyes. There are too many things in her world, and she is just a small existence among them.

"Master Ren, I hope our cooperation will be pleasant this time." Before leaving, the woman smiled and shook Ren Jingnian's hand, then left. Ren Youru stood aside, quietly standing there with his eyes closed. Her breathing was rapid and her hands were shaking slightly. Sensing her state, Ren Jingnian suddenly grabbed the chain hidden in her clothes around her neck and pulled her to him.

"Don't think about killing people, she is still useful." Ren Jingnian's voice was very soft, not like an order, but like an instruction to comfort a pet. Ren Youru was kneeling on the ground, her neck felt tight due to the iron chain, and she felt vaguely short of breath. In front of her was Ren Jingnian's smiling face, and her lips painted with lipstick.

Ren Youru nodded obediently. Her behavior just pleased Ren Jingnian. She smiled and let go of her hand, leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed to rest. Ren Jingnian's facial features are very grand. The bridge of her nose is strong. When her eyes are closed, her whole person loses its usual strength and looks particularly soft.

She is full of elegance and nobility, but does not lose the domineering power of being on top. This feeling is like a living queen, and her existence is just for herself to look up to. Looking at the buttons of her long skirt, Ren Youru knew that this skirt was the latest one made by Ren Jingnian. She couldn't help but reach out and slowly and tentatively unbuttoned the delicate gold buttons. Ren Jingnian did not object, but acquiesced to her actions.

At this point, Ren Youru understood. She took off the somewhat complicated skirt and buried her head in Ren Jingnian's legs, serving the person she loved most in her heart. Ren Jingnian's breathing and moaning were always very depressing, with an emotional hoarseness and sultry tone to them. She likes to smoke a cigarette while she serves her, enjoying physical and mental pleasure. At that time, Ren Jingnian was lazy and seductive, almost pulling out her soul.

"...It's right." Young Ren Jing hummed. Once she was willing to speak, it meant she was in extreme pleasure. Ren Youru clamped her legs and worked hard, finally bringing Ren Jingnian to the top. She was so greedy that she swallowed up all the passion that belonged to Ren Jingnian, then stood up and looked at her longingly.

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