Li Moshu ruthlessly shook off Zhao An's hand, stared at him fiercely, and warned him once more: "You better not move, or else I'll cut off your hand!"
Being glared at by her, Zhao An was obviously shocked. He withdrew his hands and once again returned to his normal clothes as a good person. He gently pulled Li Moshu into his embrace and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, although Mu Beihan is gone, don't you still have me by your side?"
Who would have thought that Li Moshu would actually push Zhao An away so fiercely, and slap him heavily on the cheek. Li Moshu bellowed: How are you doing this! Didn't he know to have someone stop him at the door!? Why did you let him leave!? "
Zhao An's face was slapped to the side, he never thought a weak girl like her would have such strength, he raised his hand to straighten his own chin, and when Li Moshu still wanted to raise his hand to hit him, she found herself holding her hand.
"What are you doing!?" "Let go!"
Li Moshu waved her hand and struggled to get rid of him. However, she didn't expect Zhao An to grip tighter and tighter, and he only felt that her wrist was about to be crushed into pieces. It was so painful that her tears were rolling in her eyes.
"Let go?" Zhao An used his other hand to cover himself as he tried to block his outburst of joy. His expression was extremely panicked, but his mouth was still unforgiving as he said, "If you get any closer, I'll call the police!"
As Li Moshu said this, she wanted to grab hold of her phone, but she didn't dare put down the blanket on her body. Just like that, the two of them stood in a deadlock, Zhao An swallowed, and when he saw Li Moshu, he already couldn't endure it any longer.
However, Zhao An acted as if he was not afraid of Li Moshu's threats at all, and did not have any intentions of letting her go. Li Moshu looked at the phone on the bedside table, and wanted to find an opportunity to take it, but did not expect Zhao An to actually give his own phone to her. With a strange smile, she said: "How about I give you my phone, don't you want me to call the police? Then take it to the police. "
Li Moshu tried to extend her hand out, but Zhao An deliberately lit up her phone, only to see a picture of a woman taking fruit, and the person in the picture was none other than herself!
She was lying on the bed naked and her face was slightly red. Furthermore, the bed behind her was Zhao An's bed, and the nightmare that she thought she had forgotten surfaced in front of her eyes once again.
This man was actually so shameless as to leave behind her photo!
Li Moshu screamed at the top of her lungs: "Give me your phone!"
He struggled to stretch out his hand to snatch it, but was pushed back by Zhao An fiercely and fell back on the bed, "Tell me, what do you think if I were to send this photo to Director Mu? Do you think you can retain your position as Director Mu's fiancee? "
Li Moshu laid on the bed in shock, and her tone immediately softened as well. With tears in her eyes, she begged for mercy and said: "Please, give me your phone, I will definitely listen to you."
"Listen to me?"
Zhao An lewdly looked at Li Moshu, and gently caressed her neck, "If you accompany me one more night, I will delete this photo, if not I will send it to Mu Beihan right now to see how you look like while trying to live!"