Chapter 291: Men Are Really Animals that Rely on Their Lower Bodies to Think.

The man's strong arms were supported on both sides of her body, and his handsome face was buried in her pink neck, leaving only half of his angular profile exposed.

Qin Yubing wrapped her hands around his body with some excitement. She didn't expect that the muscles under his shirt were so strong and strong, even through a layer of fabric, they could make people blush and their hearts beat.

Qin Yubing turned her head slightly and glanced outside the French window.

She had arranged for reporters to take secret photos there.

She didn't expect to have sex with him successfully. As long as she could take some intimate photos, she might be able to get top resources from him.

To put it bluntly, even if you don't succeed in taking the position, you will still be disgusted by Nan Zhi.

"Master Mu, I am still clean. I believe you have feelings for me. You are just confused by the vixen..."

The man suddenly pulled her up and asked her to face the glass window.

Qin Yubing felt something was wrong. Someone was filming opposite her. Wouldn't she be completely exposed? But before she could change seats with the man again, a sudden pain hit her.

She didn't notice that the man's face was always lowered, hiding behind her head and avoiding the camera.

…

Two or three hours later.

Qin Yubing lay on the bed tiredly.

The man got up from the bed, turned his back to her and got dressed.

Qin Yubing wanted him not to leave tonight, but his whole body felt as if he had been run over by a car and he couldn't exert any strength.

The man didn't show any pity for her. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at her. He just opened his long legs and left.

Qin Yubing looked at his heartless back, and the tears in her eyes suddenly flowed down.

Is he sober?

Did you treat her like this when you were sober?

Men are really animals that rely on their lower body to think, and they have no humanity at all.

…

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

Qin Yubing dragged her extremely heavy legs and opened the door.

A photographer with a meaningful smile stood at the door.

"Yubing, it's a pity that you don't go to the filming." The photographer glanced at Qin Yubing's body wrapped in a towel, "My nose bleeds just looking at it."

Qin Yubing's face turned cold. She stepped away to let the photographer into the room.

"Bring the photo out and let me take a look."

The photographer gave the camera to Qin Yubing.

When looking at the photos, Qin Yubing's expression became increasingly grim, "How did you take the photos? They were all of me from the front." They were all clear, but the man behind her only showed the top of his head or his chin.

Not a single frontal photo.

The photographer quickly took back the camera and discovered the problem.

"Who told you to choose that angle? You are in front and he has his head lowered. How can I take a good photo?" The photographer switched to the previous photos. "These two are okay. Although the front is not on the face, the side is captured." Look at your face."

Qin Yubing frowned, "That's it now. I can only use these two first."

"Okay, I'm sure this will be the headline news tomorrow!"

…

In a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked downstairs of the hotel.

The tall man who came out of the hotel got into the car. When he saw the handsome man sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed and concentrating, he cautiously said, "Master, the matter has been settled."