Characters: Zhao Hanchen.

Location: country f.

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In the eyes of others, Wen Lingyue is undoubtedly very lucky.

She met Zhao Hanchen when she was living in poverty and without any relatives abroad.

Wen Lingyue is from Jingcheng. She majored in acting in college and has heard of the name Zhao Hanchen.

Mr. Zhao is passionate, promiscuous, generous in spending, and has a provocative appearance. He is the dream figure of many women.

But after all, she has never been in contact with that unattainable circle, and what she knows is limited to this.

Wen Lingyue is a smart person. She knows that she has reached a high level, and she does not expect anything that does not belong to her. She just wants to get money from men peacefully, finish graduate school, and return to China cleanly.

Zhao Hanchen didn't look for her very often, at most once a week.

He is handsome, handsome, has excellent bedding, and is sufficiently wealthy.

The two of them have always been able to get what they need and live in peace with each other.

Wen Lingyue had just fallen asleep when she received Zhao Hanchen's call.

The latter's voice came from the receiver, cold and clear, with a bit of Beijing accent, which was very attractive.

He said: "Lingling, come here."

Zhao Hanchen bought her an apartment in the city center where there was a lot of money. The environment and location were very good, but he had never been there even once.

Wen Lingyue knew that she was going out again.

There is nothing wrong with taking money from others. Wen Lingyue said yes gently, paused, and then asked: "Mr. Zhao, do I want to take a shower before coming out?"

Zhao Hanchen seemed to be silent for a moment, his voice was light and there was no clue as to what he said: "Okay."

Wen Lingyue knew that Zhao Hanchen liked the sweet aroma.

She finished the shower as quickly as possible and then sprayed on fruity perfume.

The bathroom mirror was filled with mist. She stretched out her hand to wipe it with a dazed look in her eyes.

The woman in the mirror has a bright face, but her temperament has been polished into a sweet and docile one.

Zhao Hanchen lived in a large place, and in Wen Lingyue's opinion, he was a profligate capitalist.

She changed her shoes at the entrance, and the cold light shone on her arms, which were milky white.

Zhao Hanchen didn't know when he stood behind her. He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on her ankles, and frowned: "How did you do it?"

"I was in such a hurry to get out of the taxi that I sprained my ankle." Wen Lingyue raised her hand with an embarrassed look on her face and combed her hair.

Zhao Hanshen frowned even more.

Zhao Hanchen rarely showed this kind of displeasure in front of her. The man was so calm that he seemed to have no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, making it impossible to tell what was in his heart.

Being with such a man would sometimes put Wen Lingyue under great pressure.

Such as this moment.

She blinked and said softly: "I...I'm fine, I can walk by myself."

Zhao Han answered silently, bent down, and held her in his arms easily.

Wen Lingyue leaned quietly in his arms and let him carry her upstairs.

Sometimes she felt confused and felt that Zhao Hanchen might be somewhat sincere towards her.

But soon, she would tell herself that her behavior was just a daydream.

I really do, but people like her don't deserve it.

There was a quiet woody aroma in the bedroom. Zhao Hanchen put her on the bed and turned to go to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water came from inside.

Wen Lingyue was used to this way of getting along with her. She checked herself to see if there was anything wrong with her, and then she sat upright like a concubine waiting for her blessing.

When Zhao Hanchen came out, he only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

The man has an excellent figure and an eye-catching temperament. He has a pair of pink and phoenix eyes, which are a bit cold and a bit diffuse.

The age of thirty is exactly the age at which a man becomes most attractive.

Wen Lingyue saw him bring a box of condoms from the side.

She bit her lip, finally holding back her shame, and said softly: "Mr. Zhao... I took medicine before coming here. I heard them say... it's more comfortable without wearing it."

Zhao Hanchen's hand holding the box paused, his hand with distinct knuckles loosened, and the square box fell into Wen Lingyue's hand.

"Ling Ling..." Zhao Hanchen raised her face with his fingertips, his smile was cool and charming, and he said, "I don't like accidents."

Wen Lingyue's eyes turned slightly red, "Mr. Zhao, do you think I'm going to conceive your child?"

"You know I don't care about children," Zhao Han narrowed his eyes and pressed his fingertips against the woman's red lips, "I don't think you have the guts either."

When he said this, he leaned close to Wen Lingyue's ear, spitting hot words into her ear, "After all, you have always been very good."

When everything was over, Wen Lingyue stood up with her sore body ready to leave.

Zhao Hanchen was sitting on the bed with a notebook on his lap, lowering his head and dealing with something.

He just rinsed it briefly again, and the water drops slid down the ends of his hair.

"Mr. Zhao...I'll leave first."

"Well," Zhao Hanchen said, "close the door."

Wen Lingyue smiled and said yes.

She knew what Zhao Hanchen liked about her, so she never broke the rules.

I just remembered for no reason that just now, in the most extreme moment in bed, he had never kissed me.

Wen Lingyue thought that there might be a person hidden in Mr. Zhao's heart that he would not forget for many years, leaving traces in his heart and becoming a wound that could not be healed.

It's just that she doesn't know what kind of stunning beauty this woman is.

Soon after, the depth of winter arrived, and it started to snow in country Y.

Wen Lingyue also ushered in the holiday.

Zhao Hanchen originally didn't intend to let her move in, but one day he looked at her hands that were red from the cold and asked her out of the blue: "Is it cold?"

At that time, Wen Lingyue was very sensible and said, "It's not cold."

The relationship was originally about money and goods, so there was no need to pretend to be pitiful. It was her own choice.

But Zhao Hanchen's face was filled with indescribable complexity. The next moment, he said, "Just stay here for the time being."

"live here?"

"Is there a problem?"

It was the uncle who gave the money, Wen Lingyue said: "No problem."

It seems that not many people know that Zhao Hanchen is in country y. The only friend of Zhao Hanchen that Wen Lingyue has seen is Li Zhao, who appeared not long after.

He was a handsome young man with an outstanding appearance. He had a smile on his face, but in fact, he looked down upon others.

"What is your name?"

It was snowing outside, and Li Zhao was sitting on the sofa, looking at the young girl who was pouring himself tea.

"Wen Lingyue."

If she heard it correctly, Li Zhao laughed after hearing her name.

It was a slightly malicious smile, mixed with sarcasm.

Her ears turned red inexplicably, and her teeth trembled slightly.

"I don't like Pu'er, is there white tea?" Li Zhao asked.

Wen Lingyue said: "I'll look for him now."

Zhao Hanchen walked downstairs in his home clothes. He glanced at Li Zhao, then at Wen Lingyue who was pouring tea, and took the teapot away from her.

"Don't have long hands?"

Li Zhao picked his ears, smiled more meaningfully, and said, "Why do these words sound so familiar?"

Zhao Han hesitated to answer, his facial expressions suddenly turned cold, and then quickly returned to calm.

Wen Lingyue, who had the teapot taken away, stood there helplessly for a while, thought about it, and then said, "I'll go to the study and read a book."

Zhao Hanchen nodded.

Wen Lingyue walked far away and heard Li Zhao say: "Brother Shen, are you keeping this for fun?"

She paused, and the next moment she heard Zhao Hanchen say: "Don't be so mean when you speak."

Wen Lingyue's heart, which had always been calm, suddenly became swollen.
To be continued...