Purchased A Mr. Right

Tina was shocked.

Wilson's arms were on both sides of her head, just like when they lay on the bed, trapping her.

Tina was stunned for two seconds before she calmed down.

The corners of her mouth raised and she put on a brilliant and flattering fake smile out of habit.

Wilson's handsome face approached her and stopped at her neck. Then he narrowed his eyes behind the glasses and asked, "Didn't you put on perfume?"

Tina was speechless.

She complained in her mind and then shook her head honestly.

She was still a little nervous. Usually, in most cases, they only saw each other in the night. She could not get used to seeing him in the daytime.

When Tina looked up and wanted to say something, he suddenly kissed her.

A powerful aura surrounded her.

His slender waist was lifted up by him, and Wilson kissed her so tightly and deliberately did not give her a chance to take a breath.

When he finally let go of her, Tina's calves were weak, and more than half of her mouth was numb.

Wilson's big hand covered her face.

He pinched her face with his slender fingers. It was so clean and there was no sign of rouge on it. It was also tender and soft.

At such a close distance, he could even see her slightly trembling eyelashes, making her look gentle.

Wilson was somewhat fond of it.

His arms around her waist tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Tina looked through the glasses and saw that his eyes had changed. There was a familiar look in his eyes.

Noticing that his big hands were getting more and more unscrupulous, she reminded him in a panic, "President Chin, this is a public place, and today is not the weekend..." There was a contract between them. He paid for her body every weekend.

In other words, she had no obligation to serve him during other times.

Wilson's pupils narrowed.

It seemed that he suddenly felt disappointed.

He slowly withdrew his hand from her waist and said with meaningful eyes, "Don't be late this weekend!"

"I won't!" Tina pulled up the corners of her mouth and kept her fake smile.

Wilson let go of her, opened the door with one hand in the pocket, walked out in a lazy and elegant way.

She had to admit that even his back carried an uncommon momentum and was very attractive.

Tina gritted her teeth.

After he left for a while, she opened the door again, looked around, and sneaked out.

After getting off work on Friday, Tina took the subway to No.I Luxurious Residence.

She had dinner in the noodle restaurant outside the community. With the experience of being late last time, she already arrived at the building when the sky became dark. She left the elevator, entered the password, and changed her shoes.

This series of actions were familiar to her, but also incomparably strange.

The room was black except for the dim light of the moon outside the window. Tina heaved a sigh of relief.

The sky grew darker and darker.

Wilson's house only had a single story, with a very open space and American decoration style. The French windows were transparent, and the view was very good.

Tina didn't go on a tour. Each time she came, she didn't stay in other places. The only place she went in and out of was the master bedroom.

At this time, she was lying alone on the big soft bed.

It was half past ten in the evening.

Tina curled her lips after taking a look at the time.

He reminded her of not being late. But half an hour had passed, and he had not come yet!

The mattress made by natural material underneath her body fitted her curves perfectly. Tina turned over comfortably. As time went by, she felt a little sleepy.

When she was half-awake, footsteps could be heard.

Suddenly, there was a bright light.

Tina opened her eyes in a daze.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes. From between her fingers, she saw a figure sitting by the bed.

Wilson was wearing a suit jacket, and his tie had been torn off and thrown to the ground. He sat there with two long legs spread to both sides, in a very idle and lazy position.

The air was faintly filled with the smell of wine, which was not strong but fragrant. It seemed to be aged red wine.

After getting used to the sunlight, Tina took her hand down.

Wilson asked, "Did you make up specially?"

Tina nodded obediently. She sat up and moved closer to him. "Well, a mistress should at least act like a mistress, right?"

The light clearly illuminated her small face.

She put on a layer of powder, painted her eyebrows and eyes, and put on red lipstick. Her long hair was scattered behind her head, swaying as she moved.

Wilson looked at her lazily.

For some reason, he remembered how she looked when he met her in the daytime of that day. Her hair was tied behind her head, revealing her full forehead. There was no bangs or messy hair. There was no makeup on her face. Her face was clean and her lips were pink and tender.

He still remembered that smell.

Wilson couldn't help frowning.

He wore a rimless pair of glasses, which made him look very gentle and cultivated. But Tina knew that in private, his tone and expression were very cold and not gentle at all.

Tina saw that he frowned.

She was a little confused about his thoughts and said tentatively, "President Chin, if you are in no mood, I..."

As soon as Tina moved, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

Wilson used his body to prove that he was in the mood.

He came from a military family. In addition to him, the Chin Family had an elder son and a younger son. Mr. Chin had always ruled them in a militarized manner since they were children. Wilson had always been very self-controlled, but strangely, he often broke down in front of her.

Just as she approached him, his blood began to boil and waves of warm currents arose.

Wilson wiped away the lipstick on her lips with his finger and kissed her hard.

He asked for even more.

The next day, Tina woke up, feeling tired all over her body.

She muttered and took two minutes to get out of bed slowly. Then she put on the clothes that had been thrown to the ground one by one.

When Tina put on her last clothes, she

turned around and took half a step back in shock.

Her eyes widened. "Haven't you left yet?"

Every time she woke up, there was no one in the house.

Wilson was leaning against the door frame and had been watching her for a while. His shirt was slightly opened, revealing his strong chest. There was a lazy smile on his flawless face all the time. "Yes." Wilson responded lightly and took a brand-new suit jacket from the closet. "Let's go together. I'll give you a lift."

Tina was reluctant. "Thank you, but..."

However, what responded to her was Wilson's strong back.

When they came out of the building, his car had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing that, Tina could only look up at the sky and let out a long sigh. Then she followed him into the car.

In the front of car, in addition to the driver, there was also Wilson's assistant, Terry.

Tina was very familiar with Terry. President Chin usually gave orders to others through Terry.

Because she was the boss's woman, Terry had always been very respectful to her. "Miss Hall, where are you going?"

Tina blurted out, "The hospital..."