Chapter 609

The thin cool and melancholy in her eyes hit him. Mo Shichen kept his eyebrows closed. He thought about whether to talk with her or to continue to do something she loved. Then he listened to her after a short meal and said, "take a very bad woman and think about it. You are still dead and clean."

Before Wenyi's eyes opened, she felt the protest of every bone in her body. It was familiar to her that she had been bullied by that damned man for a whole night in Jiangcheng not long ago, which made her unable to get out of bed.

She turned her head, and a handsome, sleeping face caught her eye.

It's really expected that she even breathed a sigh of relief

she was really worried about having sex with a man she didn't know.

"Pa Pa Pa" of the two, Wen Yi is not polite and to vent private anger in the face of the man forced to pat twice.

Mo Shichen opens his eyes and sees the expressionless face of a woman.

He narrowed his eyes, turned over and pressed her under him without any hesitation, no matter how hard he kissed her.

Wenyi glared at him angrily.

After satiety, Mo Shichen just let her go a little, reached out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips, and hooked up a smile. "I slapped you early in the morning. Are you really addicted to it?"

Although that smile is a smile, it has some dangerous taste.

She could not move her hands. She kicked him directly in the quilt, but this time she didn't wear any shoes, which was even less aggressive. Instead, this twist directly rubbed against the man's body.

Moreover, their bodies are all naked, without any thread, which is more intimate and ambiguous.

Wenyi said, "I just told you to get up."

Mo Shichen smiled like a smile. "Is that right?" he let go of her hand, but still didn't get down from her. He said lazily, "I thought you found me in your bed and accused me of raping you."

Wenyi hurriedly pushed him down from his body and said coldly, "put on your clothes and leave my house at once."

Mo Shichen didn't expect that she would react like this.

He thought that when she woke up, she would slap her back and ask why he was in her bed.

But she didn't mention a word, so she let him go.

Or does she remember?

Mo Shichen sat up, red fruit on the whole upper body, the quilt slipped to his waist, he didn't listen to the woman's words out of bed, leaning back casually on the head of the bed, squinting his eyes and laughing, "I don't even invite me to eat breakfast when I sleep, do you invite me back to be president, or do you want to be a free Cowboy?"

Why is Wenyi so thick skinned?

Why doesn't she question or care, because she knows that there won't be any result. Besides, she is not a young girl long ago. She should hold her innocence and chastity and go to sleep when she goes to sleep. Anyway, she doesn't remember much. It's a good enjoyment to remember.

At the most, this man must be indulgent, which makes her legs soft and sour.

She doesn't understand. He's not a 17-8-year-old. As for every time, the demand for men in their thirties should have declined. How does she feel that he is more energetic than they were when they were newly married in their twenties? He comes in the middle of the night.

Wenyi also sat up and covered her chest with a quilt, but her white shoulder was still exposed in the sight of the man. She pursed her lips and said, "I'll treat you. What do you want to eat? I'll give you money. You can buy it yourself, OK?"

After a moment's silence, the man said lightly, "it's not funny at all."

Wenyi, ""

her face was cold. "Mo Shichen, I didn't hit you because of your thick skin. You don't give me an inch. Go away."

The man leaned towards her, put his arm around the thin waist under the woman's quilt, and lowered his head to cover the bright red cherry on her chest. He moved too fast, and Wenyi was unprepared, so he succeeded. She wanted to struggle, and his waist was imprisoned to death.

The strong current rushed through her body. She hurriedly pushed the black head on her chest. "Ink time Chen"

there was only one idea in her mind, so she couldn't give this man any good face. She should shake two more palms when he woke up and directly fan him out.

Mo Shichen did not invade her further, but the arm on the waist was not loose, but the lips and tongue went up all the way, smelling her jaw and ears, and said low and dumb, "Wenyi, with me, I will treat you, OK?"

The air quieted down.

His tone was low and he could hear it.

She didn't speak or look at him. She looked out of the window.

His chin was against her face, his fingers were running through her short, thin hair, and his breath was spraying, "I kind of like you."

She turned and asked, "what about Li qianrui?"

When it comes to the third person, the man's face is very pale, and his tone is also, "the impossible person, there is nothing to consider, or do you mind her existence?""It seems that it's just that you chose to give up her. It's not impossible."

He looks the same, asked her, "has given up people, what is the possibility?"

Wenyi looked at his handsome and sexy face and said, "I'm really sorry for Li qianrui, but she's not much fun anyway. It's retribution to meet such a cold and merciless man as you."

Mo Shichen doesn't agree with her, but looks down at her, "what about you?"

She?

Although she is not tall, she is not short. Because of the aura, it is seldom felt that she is so held by a man at this time. Her life is contrasted with a very delicate feeling.

"You say you like me a little, I believe," she said, looking back at her deep eyebrows and eyes. She said quietly, "but my brother said a long time ago that it's hard for a man like you to love anyone in his life. Generally, he likes deeply, but at most, it's shallow love. But it's easy for a woman to feel that you are deeply focused and step into the swamp with both feet I can't even climb out. As a result, you're still standing on the bank and haven't come down at all. "

Just like Li qianrui, he said he gave up in the blink of an eye,

but Li qianrui was never the only one.

He didn't show any waves on his face, "are you afraid of me?"

She said with a smile, "Mo Shiqian also said that. Since you all said that, it should be."

Mo Shichen holds her jaw and raises her face. He comes to the conclusion with a light and clear face. "You don't dislike me, you are afraid to love me."

She didn't deny it. She didn't smile. "Yes, I was hurt by you."