Han Rong finally woke up a little while after being fiddled with his body. He opened his eyes and saw a woman wiping his face.

"Wanyin..." he murmured, dreaming of her again. Wanyin in the dream was not cold at all, and was very gentle to him.

Lin Wanyin's body was slightly stiff and she was embarrassed to wipe her face. She was about to withdraw her hand, but suddenly she was grabbed by the man. The hand was big and hot, and it was as hot as fire.

Lin Wanyin was so anxious that she wanted to take it back: "President..."

"Wanyin, I miss you so much." Han Rong couldn't hear her voice, grabbed her hand and pulled it hard, and pulled the woman by the bed down. Lin Wanyin fell down uncontrollably without any preparation. She struggled to get up. Han Rong turned over and directly pressed the person down, pressing him tightly.

Lin Wanyin was panicked and scared. She wanted to wake up the drunk man, but Han Rong thought that this was a dream, and dreams were all unscrupulous.

He pressed her struggling hands and kissed her anxiously, his lips as hot as fire. While kissing, he called her boudoir name intently.

Lin Wanyin has never felt such deep affection.

The more she struggled, the more hot he became.

Gradually, Lin Wanyin stopped making any more money.

From the day the family was destroyed, she tried hard to forget her identity as a lady from the magistrate's family, and forgot that she had a free and unrestrained boudoir time. She was depressed for so long in front of the Xu family's daughter-in-law and the docile wife who took care of her husband and children. At this moment, Lin Wanyin suddenly wanted to indulge herself once, not her daughter-in-law, not her mother, but just a free person.

She closed her eyes and let Han Rong untie her cheongsam.

The closed bedroom was filled with alcohol. The man was drunk and the woman was drunk too.

In his dream, Han Rong hugged his woman fiercely, and again and again, until he was exhausted, he stopped satisfied and fell to the side and continued to sleep loudly.

Lin Wanyin trembled and put on the clothes that the man threw on the ground.

The man's dream continues, and her short dream wakes up.

Looking at Han Rong with a rosy complexion on the bed, Lin Wanyin thought that this afternoon was everything she could give him.

After leaving the bedroom, Lin Wanyin asked Han Ying for paper and pen and left a note for Han Rong: Stop drinking, Yingying is very worried about you.

After finishing writing, Lin Wanyin held Han Ying's shoulder and solemnly instructed: "If the president wakes up and asks, just say I've been to class but haven't entered his room, okay?"

Han Ying was confused: "Why?" Didn't the teacher help him persuade his father? How could his father not know that the teacher had been there?

Lin Wanyin laughed, as long as the female student agreed to her.

Han Ying looked at the teacher's beautiful and gentle face, but she felt that the teacher smiled sadly.

She couldn't bear to the teacher's sadness and said yes obediently.

Lin Wanyin said goodbye to the students. After returning home, Lin Wanyin carefully cleaned her body. After taking a shower, she stared blankly at herself in the mirror, feeling guilty, regret and despair, and her mind was filled with her emotions.

Han family.

Han Rong slept until dark and woke up hungry. When he opened his eyes, he felt a split headache, but he felt something was wrong.

It seems that my waist is a little sore, which is the feeling I didn’t have when I woke up drunk in the past.

Han Rong tried to recall, but remembered that he dreamed of Wanyin. This time his dream was too real and he couldn't control his feelings. He asked her for a long time.

Is the quilt dirty again?

Han Rong loves drinking, and he also loves to be clean. He doesn't care when drinking, and he will dislike him when he wakes up.

Sitting up, Han Rong frowned and lifted the quilt, trying to see the embarrassment underneath, but there were only pitiful traces on the mattress.

Han Rong blinked, closed his eyes, and recalled the dream again.

He was very sure that he... had released the goods.

Han Rong wanted to look for it again, but his vision suddenly stopped.

Near the pillow, there are a few thin hairs, black and long.

Like a sculpture, Han Rong sat there calmly, with no expression on his face, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Is it possible that it is not a dream?

Han Rong suddenly lifted the quilt, got out of bed and put on his clothes, and ran out, he shouted his daughter's name loudly.

Poor Han Ying sat in the living room downstairs, waiting for her father to wake up for supper.

"Yingying, has Teacher Lin been here today?"

As he staggered down the stairs, Han Rong rushed to his daughter at the speed of a beast hunting, and asked with his eyes shiny.

But Han Ying was frightened by her father, with her hair scattered and her clothes smeared. What was even more unbearable was the smell of wine soaring into the sky.

While pinching her nose, she took out the note left by the teacher.

"The teacher went to the room to see me?" Han Rong asked with his throat tightly.

Han Ying shook her head with confidence.

All Han Rong's energy and spirit retreated like a tide at this moment, and he was stunned, covered in dust.

Han Ying looked at her father nervously.

Han Rong was disheartened and walked back with a corpse.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Han Ying chased after him and stopped her father.

Han Rong smiled, and she smiled so ugly. She touched her daughter's head and said, "You eat it, dad has no appetite."

Han Ying hates such a father and feels sorry for such a father. She would rather have the mad father just now!

Seeing that his father had already stepped onto the stairs, Han Ying asked in anger: "Did the teacher have been to your room and you have an appetite?"

Han Rong turned around suddenly.

Han Ying pouted angrily.
Chapter completed!