Chapter 224

Mo Beiting is so big that he has never been yelled at.

And told him to leave her alone.

The man's jaw was tight and his face was gloomy. He wanted to crush her to death!

He reached out to pull her up, one hand holding her waist, the other hand forcibly pulled the brush in her hand and threw it on the table, "what's your temper?"

Yi Joe impatiently pushed him: "don't hold me."

Mo Beiting's face was tight. After seeing her for a while, he held her face and gave her a kiss.

Fierce and strong, they want to take her apart and swallow her.

Yi Qiao thought that he would be like that night again. His eyes were wide open, and his repulsion was obvious on his face. But Mo Beiting just gave her a fierce kiss, and didn't make any further move.

After kissing her for a while, he released her, gritted his teeth against her forehead and said, "I'm just so used to you that I make you lawless, right? Next time, I dare to lose my temper so inexplicably..."

Mo Beiting holds her up and slaps her on the hip. Although it's cold in autumn near the river, she spends most of her time indoors, with cars in and out. Yi Qiao is wearing thin silk stockings.

The man used strength, a slap down, the whole hip is painful.

Yi Qiao didn't speak, probably was hit by him muddle, open big eyes to stare at him.

Mo Beiting took her in his arms and put her down at the door of the bathroom. "Take a bath. It stinks."

"Without you."

Yi Qiao said and regretted.

What is she doing?

She looks like a resentful woman.

She turned and walked to the bathroom. After two steps, she was pulled back by Mo Beiting's wrist. She raised her hand and clasped her jaw. "I don't think that's weird? What's wrong with me? "

He was slightly stunned and raised his hand to smell it.

"Are you angry about that?"

Yi Qiao or cold face: "No."

"No?" He leaned over to kiss her. After a long and powerful kiss, he pecked her in the face

"No, no, I said no, are you bored?" Yi Joe twisted his eyebrows and pushed him impatiently, "I'm going to take a bath. You go out."

Mo Beiting ignored her words and bowed his head to kiss her again. Yi Qiao's lips were worn out. He felt a little distressed and rubbed them with his finger pulp. "Do you have them?"

Yi Qiao closed his eyes, "yes, so now I want to be quiet for a while. Don't bother me."

She pushed him away and slammed the bathroom door.

Mo Beiting

It's like her father.

Yi Qiao has been sitting all day. She has been reading and drawing books with high intensity. Her cervical and lumbar vertebrae are painful, and she doesn't want to go out to see Mo Beiting.

He took a bath and dropped a few drops of lavender essential oil to help sleep!

Bathtub is very comfortable, with massage function, Yi Qiao lying, unconsciously fell asleep.

She has a good sleep these days, which is better than before.

Yi Qiao is really asleep, not before that kind of confused state, but sleep very deep, no dream, deep sleep.

Warm water enveloped her and the bathroom was quiet.

Her body slowly slid down, water over her neck, jaw, and back——

The door of the bathroom was kicked open from outside with a bang. Yi Qiao was startled. She sat up from the bathtub and looked at the door.

Mo Beiting came in from the door, wrapped in a bathrobe, and his handsome face was full of anger.

He looked at Shen Yiqiao sitting upright in the bathtub and looking back at him, but he was obviously still at a loss. "Why didn't I answer when I knocked on the door?"

Yi Qiao looked at his evil eyebrows, and the faintly beating veins on both sides of the temple. He came back to himself and drooped his shoulders. "I fell asleep."

Yi Qiao is telling the truth, she did not hear the knock, but Mo Beiting obviously did not believe, "you fell asleep? No insomnia? Now it's the thunder that can't wake up? "

The unspeakable irony and mockery in the voice.

Looking at her, the man knew her eyes well and couldn't hide his anger. He strode over, took the bath towel on the shelf, pulled up Yi Qiao who was sitting in the bathtub, wrapped her up and hugged her.

There is no beauty at all.

Yi Qiao looked at him: "Mo Beiting, I really fell asleep."

"Yes."

He answered, pursed his lips and went out. He didn't know whether he believed or was perfunctory.

Yi Qiao is thrown on the bed impolitely by him, fall of head all dizzy.

Such strength and height can only be called throwing.