Chapter 294

He walked to Yi Qiao with even steps. His cool face was pressing. The light was on in his study. His tall body cast a light shadow on the ground.

Two people's line of sight to go up, "is this the reason that you originally designed to marry me?"

"No," Yi Qiao pursed her lips and wanted to retreat, but she was wrapped by his strong breath and could not retreat. "It's not what you think."

"Oh," the man sneered, and quickly clasped her arm. Her hand was very strong. Yi Qiao was in pain, and her hand with the plate loosened and fell to the ground.

The food spilled out, and there was a lot of splash on their trouser legs!

Yi Qiao is wearing thin silk stockings, with direct splash on the bare skin is almost the same, a little hot, but not burning.

"You know what I think?" In a simple sentence, the meaning of self mockery and disdain was expressed incisively and vividly. Mo Beiting hesitated, "dare you say that you originally designed to go to bed with me and force me to marry you, not for revenge?"

From the beginning, he knew that Shen Yiqiao married him for some ulterior purpose, for money, for power, for the title of Mo sanshao's wife... For anything, but she approached him and married him for her ex boyfriend and revenge on Bai mo.

It's a great shame for any man, not to mention Mo Beiting, who grew up with a golden spoon and didn't experience any great setbacks.

"If Chen Baimo's boyfriend at that time was someone else, would you like to climb into that man's bed? Even if the other party is an ordinary man full of brains and intestines? " Mo Beiting was in a bad mood when he saw it. Every word seemed to squeeze out of his throat, deep and hoarse.

“……”

She looked up at him, hand into a fist, clenched and quickly released, repeated several times, finally calm way, "no if."

When she set up this plan in the United States, she knew that Mo Beiting was Chen Baimo's boyfriend, so she never assumed that if Chen Baimo's boyfriend was not Mo Beiting, but an ordinary man full of fat brains, would she retaliate in the same way.

"If he is an ordinary man full of brains and intestines, Chen Baimo will not dump Lu ran for him, and a series of subsequent events will not happen. This is really not a topic worthy of discussion."

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth," Mo Beiting looked at the face of the extremely calm, gentle and beautiful woman in front of him and said to himself, "so, whether it's me or not, the ending will not change?"

Shen Yiqiao's expression has clearly told him the answer, and Mo Beiting doesn't know why he has to confirm it again.

In her more and more long silence, Mo Beiting almost pulled his lips in embarrassment, and stepped back two steps.

He leaned against the hand on the other side of the desk and looked at the mockery floating in her eyes.

White shirt with a black suit, coat, momentum of noble indifference, indifference voice without the slightest ups and downs, "go out."

Yi Qiao clenched her teeth, "third brother..."

At the moment, this title sounds more like a kind of irony to Mo Beiting.

The man's eyes flashed across the cold, full of Zhanzhan cold light, raised his hand, swept all the things on the desk, including the computer, which was already at the end of the storm, "go out."

The computer smashed heavily on the carpet floor with a pile of debris, making a dull sound. Yi Qiao didn't have time to think whether it was completely scrapped. Mo Beiting stepped on the piece between the screen and the keyboard.

There was a bang.

It's broken.

Yi Qiao's heart surged up a dull pain, with the deepest despair, hand in Mo Beiting stepped on the moment tightly squeezed into a fist, however, did not stop.

At this time, she can't tell whether the sudden and heartbreaking pain is because of the last memory left by Lu ran on the computer, or the only video that can expose Chen Baimo's ugly face, or for Mo Beiting, or for naomin's seemingly sincere but powerful persuasion!

The remaining light of Mo Beiting's canthus easily sweeps Yi Qiao's action, purses lips, the violent depression floats between the eyebrows.

He picks eyebrow, oppressive and irritable ask, "distressed?"

Yi Qiao stares at the second button of his shirt, the facial expression calmly returns a way: "have no."

"No?" The man's eyes seem to be holding broken ice, no smile, all are bitter irony, "married with me, but also the ex boyfriend's photos such as pearl treasure set a password in the computer, is it in countless insomnia night to take out a detailed look, en?"