Chapter 1370


    Emerson''s throat was dry at the time.


    His hands, which were hanging beside his legs, were slightly clenched so that he could control the


    anger at the bottom of his heart.


    Since he brought Bunny back to the vi, she had made a lot of trouble. She had figured out how to


    coax him. Half of her face was rubbing on his neck, and she shouted, "Emerson, my face hurt!"


    There was a trace of worry in Emerson''s tight face. "Where?"


    Bunny''s voice was tender, "Here, here, and here!"


    When Emerson went to the police station, she was squatting in the middle of the crowd, with red


    wigs and heavy makeup on her face. At this moment, he was close enough to see slight bruises on


    her forehead and cheekbones.


    Although he also felt pain in his heart, he was still very angry with her making trouble. "You know it


    would hurt, but you still fought!"


    However, out of the corner of his eye, he ordered servants to fetch the medicine box.


    Bunny widened her eyes and scolded loudly, "That smelly hooligan got his hands on me. He dared


    to


    touch my chest!"


    Emerson''s eyes suddenly sank.


    Seeing her holding her red hair high and shouting, he gritted his teeth, "Who let you go to that kind


    of ce!"


    Bunny was reluctant to show weakness and retorted, "Who let you secretly go and left me out!"


    "I was talking business!" Emerson had a headache. He raised his hand and pressed the space


    between his eyebrows as if there was no other way, "You are not allowed to go in the future!"


    "Fine, fine, I''ll try!" Bunny shrugged like a rebellious child.


    Emerson suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at her innocent and tender face, and patiently


    told her, "Not try, but not allowed! Bar, nightclub, pub, and all the entertainment venues. You are not


    allowed to go anymore! And, what are you dressing!"


    Bunny was proud, "I''m ck Widow!"


    Emerson resisted the impulse to scold and raised his hand to take off the eye-piercing red hair from


    her head.


    Bunny''s hair was messy, and she had no image at all. She just casually raised her hand to tidy it. At


    this time, she was like a free child.


    She pouted with half anger and half me, "Not allowed to go here and not allowed to go there.


    Why do I feel like a little pet you raised!"


    Emerson was amused, "How can a pet be so disobedient?"


    Hearing that, Bunny puffed out her cheeks.


    Then cunningness appeared in her lively eyes, and her soft red lips got close to his ear. She giggled


    innocently and charmingly, "Who has a pet that could..."


    Thest two words were so soft and luscious.


    The fire in Emerson''s heart waspletely lit.


    He jumped up, raised her up and threw her on the sofa, then his tall body covered—


    At the door, the servant who was about toe in with the medicine box was so scared that he


    hurriedly put the box at the door and turned around and ran away.


    The room was full of romance.


    In the early morning, the temperature gradually dropped.


    The shirt was thrown to the ground by her. Emerson, who was naked, gently carried her upstairs to


    the bedroom.


    He removed her makeup with a hot towel, revealing her beautiful face.


    She was young and immature. Her white skin was slightly pink and her lips were vermilion. Her


    eyes were closed at this moment. But her pupils must be clear and bright without any taint of mortal


    life if opened.


    Emerson applied medicine to the wound on her face.


    The medicine dipped in the cotton swab was somewhat stinging when it touched the wound. Bunny


    moaned as she felt the pain, but it seemed that she was exhausted by him that she did not wake.


    Poor girl!


    Emerson scratched her nose.


    He remembered his conversation with the Deputy Director. Indeed she was found by him.


    More than a month ago, on the death anniversary of Old Master Chiang, Emerson went to pay


    respect at his grave after working till evening. It was raining heavily that day, so the car moved


    slowly. After he finished paying respect, it was already dark.


    When he got out of the cemetery with umbre, a girl somewhat appeared in the car.


    She was all wet, dripping drops of water. She stared at him with her eyes blinking, "Hemm, I ran out


    from the countryside. My parents sold me. I had no choice but to run away! I''m homeless and


    penniless now. You are the potent man in novels, aren''t you? Take me home and take care of me,


    will you?"


    Emerson felt funny at that time.


    Women kepting to him. They all tried their best to think of ways to win his favor. Most of them


    were settled in the hotel. She was the first one asking to his home at their first meeting.


    Emerson askednguidly, "Why would I raise you?"


    The girl tilted her head and said shamelessly, "I can be your lover!"


    She had been holding her shoulders as she spoke. Maybe it was because she was cold, she was


    shivering. Although she had her arms crossed in front of her chest, she couldn''t stop emitting


    charm, especially her two slender white calves that were exposed outside.


    Emerson was a little lost.


    There was once a girl who tore off the hem of her skirt in front of him and bandaged his wounds.


    She also had two slender calves swaying back and forth in front of him, making him unable to settle


    down.


    Emerson had never been a gentleman. There was no reason to refuse.


    He hid girls in his house before.


    But it was the first time for him to hide such a young girl in his house.


    Emerson, who had changed into a suit, came down from the stairs. The sun was shining outside the


    window and it would be ten o''clock in the morning.


    Hearing the sound of footsteps, Maid Cadwell, the servants in the kitchen, had already ced


    breakfast neatly on the table.


    Emerson pulled out his chair and made a phone call first instead of immediately enjoying his meal.


    The secretary answered respectfully.


    His eyes shone with fierce light and he ordered coldly, "Investigate those people locked up in the


    police station yesterday and see who touched her chest. Break his arm!"


    As soon as he hung up, he heard the rhythmic footsteps upstairs.


    Emerson looked up and saw a petite figure running down as expected.


    When she just got up, her hair was still messy and she looked like a small squirrel, and she was


    wearing hisrge silk shirt. The hem of the shirt just covered her hips so that they wouldn''t be


    exposed. But her straight calves were exposed.


    She only buttoned the central two buttons and her cor were half-loose.


    There were red marks all over her beautiful sphenoid.


    Emerson''s eyes darkened, and he shouted, "Put on your clothes!"


    Bunny sat on the chair, leaning against the back with two legs swinging in the air. She looked at


    Maid Cadwell, who had already gone to prune nts in the yard, and asked him delicately, "Why?"


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    Emerson''s throat moved.


    Because he was afraid that he couldn''t help it.


    Making love the whole night made him got upte and he had already been absent from two


    meetings. If he continued to be ridiculous, the contract worthy of two hundred million dors to be


    signed in the afternoon would be lost!


    She was no little white rabbit. She was a siren!