Ignoring Ye Fei's slapping, Su Mohan asked her twice on the desk of the study. Her anger was just a little scattered. Her shirt was half open. She sat back on the boss's chair pushed aside and lit a cigarette again.

Ye Feifei's red eyes jumped down from the table and straightened her clothes without saying a word.

Asshole!

Su Mo Han, you son of a bitch, I will never pay attention to you again!

Although she is already an old husband and wife, she will not be affected any more. But when she thinks of her inexplicable, she will be forced by a bad mood, and no one will be in a good mood.

After falling on the ground from the table, ye Fei finds her two slippers, and then she doesn't look at the man on one side. She turns to leave.

Su Mo Han lifted his eyelids, took a look at the woman's back, and said in a deep voice: "come back."

Ye Fei steps a meal, but did not look back, more do not intend to return to Su Mo Han side, still head toward the direction of the door.

"Don't let me say it again." The man spoke again in a low voice, unable to hear joy and anger.

Ye Fei couldn't help biting her lip, how to do?

As long as this man is serious, she will still be hopelessly afraid, even if he knows clearly that he can't do anything to her, but for so long, she is still eaten to death by him.

Seeing that ye Fei stopped, Su Mo Han didn't urge her any more. She just sat quietly on the chair and smoked. The cigarette butts on her fingertips flickered with a sporadic fire light, bright and dark.

Ye Fei clenched her fist and wanted to turn around and leave, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead.

As time went by, most of the smoke from Su Mo Han's fingertips had burned.

Ye Fei didn't look back, but she also knew that his patience was almost gone.

A long breath, drooping eyes, turned to look at the man on the chair, ye Fei's eyes can not help but some red, inexplicable grievance.

Su Mo Han a pair of black eyes with her, firmly locked her, let her have no place to hide.

Ye Fei's eyelashes trembled, rubbed step by step toward Su Mo Han, and then stood beside him, like an air bag, without saying a word.

Su Mo Han just smoke out of the tip of his finger. After throwing away the cigarette butt, he drags Ye Fei into his arms and sits on his leg.

"Wronged?" Su Mo Han reached out and rubbed the head of Ye Fei, and his words were low.

Ye Fei's drooping eyelashes gushed two drops of tears, hanging on her long eyelashes, never falling down.

Su Mo Han sighs, the whole body of sharp scattered a few minutes, raised his hand gently pinched Ye Fei's chin, let her small face face face to himself.

"Have you been wronged like this before you say a word?" Su Mo Han raised her hand, fingertips gently passed away the tears from her eyes, leaving a faint smell of tobacco.

Ye Fei bit her lip and did not speak or look at him. She kept staring at the buttons on his clothes.

Su Mo Han gently kisses her skill nest, but before she can fall, ye Fei inadvertently avoids it, as if she is disgusted or angry.

But ye Fei is not wise to make a temper at this time. Su Mo Han's face immediately became gloomy.

Ye Fei shrunk her neck and bowed her head, but she couldn't help regretting what she had just done.

It's just that who let him before he was so crazy to ask her, she could not help but resist