Touched His Dic**k

It was sunny all the way, but when the car reached the western suburbs, it became gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

Sarah looked at the sky with melancholy on her face. She was not worried about the rain, but thinking about the person lying in the cemetery in the western suburbs.

Shawn took an umbrella and walked into the cemetery with her. They stopped in front of a tombstone. There was no name or surname on it, and there was no photo. It simply had two words engraved on it: old lady.

"This is the tomb of the blind old lady. She passed away without allowing me to ask any more questions about the circumstances at that time. I don't know her name, surname, and identity, so she can only be buried here like this." He said softly, looking at her It had always been on her.

She kept her eyes fixed on the tombstone, choked up a few times, and slowly knelt on the ground. He was not surprised and stayed with her quietly. The clouds were overcast and it began to rain lightly. He held an umbrella for her to protect her.

She knelt in front of the tombstone and raised her hand to touch the tombstone. Tears flowed down her cheeks and fell into the gaps in the stone slabs in front of her. Just like herself, she was quietly sad, without breaking her heart or wailing loudly.

Just like this, Shawn stood holding an umbrella, and she knelt crying. The light rain turned into moderate rain, and the medium rain turned into light rain before she got up.

"Let's go back." Her voice was hoarse and low.

He followed beside her, holding an umbrella silently, without asking her a word or even mentioning the old lady.

When they went back, the car was unusually quiet. The driver took a sneak peek, and after meeting his warning eyes, he concentrated on driving.

She leaned against the window and looked up at the sky. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she didn't shed any tears.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Lee family's courtyard. The housekeeper and his servants had been waiting for a long time. Looking at her appearance and Shawn's expression, no one dared to speak. They even lowered their heads. Make eye contact with them.

Late night.

"Dong dong dong…"

Shawn opened the door and saw Sarah standing at the door, still wearing the same black clothes she wore during the day. Her eyes were as red and swollen as before, but her mental state was much better.

Before she could speak, he turned aside to make way. She did not hesitate, entered the room directly, and sat on the sofa.

There was incense burning on the coffee table. She took a slight sniff and found that it smelled exactly like him.

"Listen to the steward, you haven't even eaten dinner, I ordered..."

"I came here to tell you something." She interrupted him and raised her hand to signal him to sit down. She remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Thank you for burying her for me." She did not beat around the bush, stood up, and bowed directly to Shawn.

He stood up to help her, but she refused: "You know, I, Sarah Quinn, am arrogant and I never thank anyone, let alone bow."

He looked at her without interrupting, knowing that she hadn't finished speaking yet, so he waited for her to continue.

"I didn't speak in the cemetery, and I didn't explain anything along the way. It was because I was in a complicated mood, with mixed feelings and confused thinking. This matter is too long and I don't know where to start." She stood up straight and looked at him lightly.

"It's okay if you don't say it." Shawn didn't want to hear this. He knew that she had something to hide, and he didn't want to see her in trouble, nor did he want to force her to talk about it.

She sat back on the sofa, took a sip of tea, calmed down for a while, raised her eyes and looked at him, and said, "She is my grandma, my grandma."

He was stunned and looked at her in astonishment as if he had heard something incredible. She also thought about his appearance. Let alone him, he was a respectable figure. If he heard this sentence, everyone would have the same reaction, without exception.

"That blind...old...no, I heard that your mother is the daughter of the Ye family, and the Ye family is also famous, and the mistress of the house is also a famous lady. How could it be...I never heard that the Ye family is in trouble..."

She didn't know if he was too surprised, but Shawn, who was always calm and collected, seemed to have some incoherence in his words. In the end, he didn't know what to say and started talking to himself.

Sarah smiled lightly, sighed, and accepted his doubtful words. "What you said is true. As you know, my mother is the eldest lady of the Ye family, and my grandmother is also the mistress of the Ye family. She has a prominent and noble status. She has nothing to do with this poor and blind old lady. To be honest, the two of them have nothing to do with each other. This person is not a stranger, and the person lying in the cemetery today is my grandmother. "

Shawn was confused when he heard this. Looking at her confident expression, he didn't even know how to talk.

"My mother is the daughter of the Ye family, but she was not born to the mistress of the family. Because of her eyesight, after my grandmother gave birth to my mother, she was kicked out of the house by the Ye family and lived abroad. I only learned about this not long ago."

When Sarah said this, she glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I know you will be shocked when you hear this news, and it's not surprising that you have gone through all kinds of twists and turns for the Ye family's land for so long, and why are you still here? You don't hesitate to marry me to please my grandpa."

Shawn frowned.

"Your wishful thinking is good, but you should never choose me as the candidate for marriage." After she finished speaking, she stood up with the cup, walked to the wine cabinet, and took out a glass of wine. She poured the bottle of wine by herself, looked at him, and continued: "I ran away from home because I couldn't stand my mother. She could abandon my grandmother for status and money and become a thief and mother. I hate her, I Hate the Ye family!"

"You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will tell Mr. Ye about this?" At this time, he gradually came out of his surprise, his expression returned to the same as before, he leaned back and looked at her calmly.

"Afraid? If I am afraid, I won't come back with you. I have never been afraid of doing things. Now that I've told you, I'm not afraid!" she swung the wine glass, leaned against the corner of the table, and said extremely looked at him, and smiled charmingly.

He stared at her voluptuous figure and watched her slowly swallow the wine, and couldn't help but feel warm.

"The Ye family has a great cause. You don't need to get everything. Even if you get half, it will be enough to live for several lifetimes." She held the wine glass, walked to him, and deliberately sat next to his sofa, She leaned closer and whispered.

He avoided looking and pretended to be calm.

"I've always heard that Billionaire Shawn Lee's concentration is amazing. He passed through thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching him. Now it seems that it's not that good. It's all nonsense." She leaned over and touched his dic**k, After whispering in his ear, she raised her hand to drink the wine in one gulp, put down the glass, and left the room directly.

Shawn sat alone on the sofa, swallowing saliva and staring at his legs.

Damn it, there was such a big reaction!

"Sir…"

"Get out!"

Sarah, who was at the revolving entrance of the stairs, couldn't help but chuckle when she heard the roar coming from the room. She glanced back at the maid who ran out of the room in fear with deep eyes.

Mr Shawn Lee, you are nothing more than this.

In the room, Shawn frowned and looked at the place where she was leaning just now and swallowed again. He can't resist such a simple temptation.

He knew in his heart that her actions just now were not a temptation at all. He had always felt that his determination was amazing, how could he...

When he thought of this, he seemed to smell a fragrance, and the remaining fragrance made his body feel hot again.

Damn it, it was endless!

As he spoke, he took a gulp of tea, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about it.