Quick Transmigration: The Most Popular Girl: Even an Ordinary Girl Can Have Her Spring

Chapter 87 The Sister in the True and False Jin Wen (28)

"Mr. Zuo, please wait here."

Inside Le Yan's room, Zuo Si stood stiffly in a corner, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

Hearing the butler's words, he nodded hesitantly, "Yes."

Watching the housekeeper leave, Zuo Si cautiously raised his eyes to survey the room, which was several times larger than his cramped rented apartment. His gaze fell on the photo on the bedside table, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He was originally a waiter at Meise, but by some twist of fate he was pulled in to work as a male model, serving several young ladies.

While he was feeling uneasy, he met Miss Zhao. Miss Zhao didn't do anything to him, she just fed him some wine, asked his name, and then left.

He was feeling somewhat lost at the time, but unexpectedly, a few days later, someone found him through the manager.

Young, clean, and handsome, and most importantly, among that group of male models, he was the only one who received a few glances from Miss Zhao.

Therefore, that elegant and dignified lady asked him to serve Miss Zhao well and to be a sexual awakening gift for Miss Zhao after she came of age.

The wealthy are different from ordinary people; their approach to sex education is extremely open.

But none of that mattered to Zuo Si. What mattered was that he could see that lady again.

I can still become her person.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si felt a surge of excitement.

His cheeks were flushed with a mixture of shyness and anticipation. His eyes sparkled as he stared at the doorway, hoping that the person he longed for would push it open and come in at any moment.

"despair"

A soft sound came from outside the door, and Zuo Si unconsciously clenched his clothes, his eyes fixed on the door.

The door was opened as the handle was pressed down, but what came into view was not the person he hoped to see, but a handsome man who exuded a cold aura.

Overwhelmed by the imposing aura, Zuo Si couldn't withstand it and took a step back.

Meng Cili stood at the door, looking at him with disdain. He could barely stand. Why should Aunt Tong take a liking to someone like him? Why should he be sent to Yan Yan's bed?

His heart burned with anger and jealousy. Looking at Zuo Si's androgynous and beautiful face, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. "Guards!"

Meng Cili was unwilling to say anything to Zuo Si. At his command, two bodyguards appeared behind him.

"Take him down."

Zuo Si's eyes widened in terror as she stared at them. "Who are you? You can't do this!"

Two fists can't beat four hands, not to mention that Zuo Si wasn't a good fighter. He was knocked unconscious by one of the bodyguards and then carried away from the Zhao family on his shoulder.

The eyesore finally left. Looking at the room he had been watching for years but had never stepped into, Meng Cili lowered his eyes slightly and slowly closed the door.

He could also be a gift for Yan Yan as she grows up.

downstairs

After exchanging a few pleasantries with her friends and daughter, Tong Yu pulled Le Yan aside with a mysterious smile on her lips. "Sweetie, come upstairs. Mom has prepared a gift for you."

Le Yan tilted her head, somewhat puzzled. "What gift?"

So mysterious.

Tong Yu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You've grown up. There are some things you need to understand."

Her gentle, watery eyes seemed to speak volumes, and Le Yan immediately understood what she meant.

"... ... No, Mom, you?"

Leyan found it difficult to accept her mother's open-mindedness and decisiveness.

She looked at Tong Yu, trying to refuse the so-called gift.

However, Tong Yu didn't let her refuse, saying only, "Go quickly, Mom still needs to talk to your sister."

She truly treated them all equally, preparing not only a coming-of-age gift for her eldest daughter but also for her youngest.

She even remembered her adopted daughter.

Tong Yu nudged Le Yan, pushing her upstairs.

Le Yan shook her head helplessly and could only go upstairs as she wished. In her heart, she thought that she appreciated her mother's kindness, but it would be better to just send the person away.

With this in mind, Leyan gently pushed open the door.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a pleasant fragrance, but something just felt off.

She tentatively raised her eyes, trying to see where the so-called gift was, and saw a layer of hazy pink gauze on her bed. Further ahead, it seemed that someone was lying on the bed.

Standing there, Le Yan hesitated for a moment before slowly stepping forward.

She didn't get close to the bed, but took a few steps and stopped, coughed lightly, and said, "Get up, let's talk."

Let's talk about where her mother found the gift, and then she returns it the way she came.

The person on the bed didn't speak, and Le Yan wasn't in a hurry. She waited a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you alright?"

Seriously? Her mother knocked someone out and put her on her bed?

Le Yan was a little suspicious. Her mother shouldn't be that violent, right?

As she pondered, she stepped forward and lifted the veil that set the mood. Suddenly, she paused, staring at the familiar handsome face on the bed. Le Yan fell into deep thought.

No! Wait a minute!

How could this be Meng Cili?!

Her usually aloof and indifferent face now showed a slight furrow in her brows, a blush on her cheeks, and her thin lips parted slightly, with her moist, rosy tongue occasionally darting out as if tempting someone to taste it.

Further down, there's a fair, taut neck, with a slightly protruding Adam's apple bobbing constantly. Her shoulders, with their clearly defined muscles, are bare, and following the delicate, beautiful collarbone, one can almost see the alluring scenery below.

Le Yan couldn't help but feel her face flush, as if a surge of heat was welling up from the bottom of her heart, making her feel unbearably hot.

She raised her hand to cover her face, inwardly groaning, "Mom, is she really that fierce?"

Sending Meng Cili to her bed is one thing, but it seems like she was drugged and then stripped naked as well?

Even with her eyes tightly closed, she could still vaguely see that beautiful scene. Le Yan covered her burning cheeks and backed away step by step, trying to leave this deadly room.

She had only taken two steps back when she was stuck.

Her wrist was grabbed, and a burning heat spread throughout her body. She lowered her hands from her face and saw Meng Cili kneeling by the bed, completely naked, looking at her with a dazed expression.

"Yan Yan." A slightly hoarse voice rang in my ears, full of allure.

He pulled Leyan closer to him with force, gently embraced her, and whispered in her ear, "Don't you want me?"

With a "boom," Le Yan's entire mind was ablaze.

Her body was smooth as jade, and accompanied by seductive whispers, she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation all over her body, as if a fire of desire was rising from the bottom of her heart.

The more it burns, the brighter it becomes.

The zipper of the skirt was gripped by her slender fingers. Meng Cili spoke softly, her voice full of longing: "Is it alright?"

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and Le Yan nodded involuntarily.

Pieces of jewelry were dropped one by one, the long dress slowly slid down, and the veil that had been lifted was lowered again.

The waves surged red, blending seamlessly together.

The night is deep and long; some are happy, while others are sad.