Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 552 Anger!

The woman didn't say a word, but with a gentle tug, the white bath towel on her body came loose and slipped onto the carpet.

A near-perfect body was displayed without reservation under the warm, ambiguous lighting. Its curves were undulating and shapely, and its skin glowed with a luminous sheen under the light, exuding a truly fatal attraction.

Even Zhong Yuemin, a seasoned veteran of romance, felt his throat go dry and involuntarily exhaled a hot breath.

However, he managed to steady himself, looked away, and said in as calm a tone as possible:

"Put on some clothes." He pointed towards the wardrobe. "It's a bit cold... Come over here and give me a shoulder massage, they're a little sore."

It's not that he's pretending to be virtuous or a paragon of virtue; a woman like him, controlled by Liu Jianguo through drug trafficking, is probably just a tool to serve men.

the bus!

He's afraid he'll get sick!

"what?"

The woman was stunned, her face full of surprise and confusion. She had absolute confidence in her physical condition. In the past, every man she had met would have pounced on her like a hungry wolf with bloodshot eyes, wanting nothing more than to devour her alive.

How could she possibly have the leisure to go for a "massage" first?

However, since the guest made the request, she naturally had to comply.

A hint of embarrassment and disappointment flashed across the woman's face. To be honest, the men she used to serve were either old men or fat, disgusting creatures. But this guy today, to be honest, is quite handsome. She'd even take him for granted.

Her face quickly regained its professional, charming smile:

"Okay, boss, please wait a moment."

She turned and walked to the wardrobe, taking out a black lace tulle nightgown that she had prepared beforehand. The style was sexy and almost transparent. She skillfully put it on, and the glimpses of her graceful curves, hidden by the tulle, only added to the mysterious allure.

Then she went back to the bedside, quietly climbed up, knelt behind Zhong Yuemin, and began to massage his shoulders.

The woman's technique was quite good; the pressure was just right, and she accurately grasped the acupoints.

I pressed it for almost half an hour.

Zhong Yuemin seemed to be enjoying himself, keeping his eyes closed and breathing steadily.

The woman felt her hands were almost too sore to lift, and she grew increasingly uncertain. What did this Mr. Zhong mean? Could it be... that he was dissatisfied with her?

Just as her thoughts were racing, Zhong Yuemin suddenly rolled over, facing her, and opened his eyes:

"What's wrong, are you tired?"

The woman was startled and quickly forced out her sweetest smile: "Boss, no...no, I'm not tired."

“Alright, let me do it,” Zhong Yuemin sat up and stretched his neck. “Lie down, I’ll give you a massage.”

"Huh...?" The woman was completely stunned, thinking she had misheard. "Boss... this... this won't do. President Liu... President Liu instructed me to... to serve you well. How can I let you massage me? No, no..."

“Come on, lie down…”

Zhong Yuemin didn't say much. He had the woman lie down and began massaging her shoulders and thighs. He often massaged his wife before, so his technique was professional. The woman hummed softly, and towards the end, she couldn't suppress her moans.

Liu Jianguo, who lived next door, had been eavesdropping against the wall. Hearing this commotion, he hadn't stopped for over half an hour, and the smile on his lips widened even further.

Being a special forces soldier, he's incredibly resilient.

Looking at the woman beside him, he cursed.

"Damn it, I can't lose either..."

More than an hour later, the noise from the next room had completely subsided.

Liu Jianguo put on a bathrobe, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a smug smile of "my plan has succeeded" on his face as he swaggered to the door of the next room.

He planned to go in again to warm up to Zhong Yuemin, solidify the "close relationship" established that night, and lay the groundwork for future "cooperation."

"Knock knock knock..." He knocked on the door.

There's no response inside.

"Yuemin? Yuemin! It's me, Jianguo!" He called out twice more, listened carefully, but there was still no response.

He tried turning the doorknob; the door wasn't locked, and it opened easily with a gentle twist.

Liu Jianguo pushed open the door and went inside. The lights in the room were still on, and the air still carried the scent of women's perfume and a hint of ambiguity.

However, the only woman he had arranged to serve him was lying naked on the bed, her hair disheveled, fast asleep, and even snoring softly.

What about Zhong Yuemin?

Liu Jianguo's face instantly darkened. He strode to the bedside and forcefully pulled the woman away twice.

"Hey, wake up, get the hell out of here!"

The woman was half asleep when this sudden movement woke her up. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and saw Liu Jianguo standing by the bed, his face grim. Startled, she scrambled to her feet, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped it around herself.

"Old... Boss..."

"Where is he?!" Liu Jianguo roared, suppressing his anger.

"what……?"

The woman was still somewhat dazed. She subconsciously turned her head to look around the room, only to find it empty. Then she panicked.

"He was just... he was just here... I... I don't know where he went..."

"Damn!"

Liu Jianguo couldn't help but curse.

"What did I tell you to do here?! I told you to serve people well! And what the hell did you do?! You two...?"

"me……"

The woman turned pale with fright, instinctively glancing down at her naked body. Recalling her dazed state earlier, she stammered...

"I...I think I should have, right? Just now it was too...too...I...I fell asleep..."

"Should there be?!"

Liu Jianguo was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, and he pointed at the woman's nose.

"Damn it! What did I send you here for?! To sleep?!"

In a dimly lit alley across from the bar, a figure leaned against the wall, irritably smoking and occasionally stamping his feet to ward off the night's chill. It was Zhang Haiyang.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin finally emerge from the bar across the street and enter the alley, he quickly went to greet him, lowering his voice:

"Yuemin, you finally came out! I thought you'd fallen into their trap and were stuck on a pirate ship!"

Then, he asked eagerly:

"What's going on up there? Tell me quickly, have you found anything?"

Zhong Yuemin walked over, but instead of speaking, he held out his hand: "Do you still have cigarettes? Here, have one."

"Didn't you quit a long time ago?" Zhang Haiyang asked in surprise.

"Stop talking nonsense, just give me one." Zhong Yuemin's tone was somewhat impatient.

Zhang Haiyang was puzzled, but he still took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him, and then took out a lighter to light it for him.

Zhong Yuemin took the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a long plume of thick white smoke, temporarily suppressing the surging heat and lingering anger within him.