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Qiao Xinran gnashed her teeth in anger, "Alright, I'll go out and then I'll go out! Even if I were to sleep outside, it would be much better than seeing you! "

After he finished speaking, he stepped over him and was about to get off the bed.

How would Han Mo let her go? He held her tightly with a hand and a demonic smile appeared on his face, "You want to leave? Do you think you can get out of this? Or are you doing this on purpose? "

The words were extremely ambiguous, and the look in his eyes became terrifying.

At first, Qiao Xinran did not know what he meant, but when she reacted, her small face instantly flushed red.

With her current appearance, she was straddling Han Mo's body, looking at her, it was indeed a bit inconceivable.

"You … Let me go! " She struggled and wanted to get down, but how could Han Mo let her go? A pair of large hands held her tightly, and the look in her eyes had already changed …

His actions were reckless, and he didn't have the slightest intention of showing mercy to the fairer sex.

Qiao Xinran felt that her bones were about to break, she bit her lips tightly, her beautiful big eyes were already filled with water mist.

"This is your punishment! "If you dare to mention another man to me in the future, hmph, I will make you wish you were dead …"

Han Mo growled, his voice hoarse, like a wild beast in heat.

Qiao Xinran's face was ashen, she did not say a word. She knew that whatever she said would be useless.

It would only make him more brutal.

However, if she were to plead for mercy, she would never say it out loud. She did not want to beg for mercy from this demon!

Even if she died, she definitely wouldn't lower her head to him!

It was unknown when the pitch-black night sky was covered by dark clouds. There were even signs of thunder and lightning.

With an angry growl, the room returned to its usual silence.

Han Mo got off the bed. He didn't want to see her face that was as pale as a corpse anymore, and that empty and lifeless expression.

Qiao Xinran buried her head in her pillow, unable to control the grievances in her heart, tears streaming down her face.

Han Mo! You bastard, you beast! Bastard! I will cut you to pieces, drink your blood, and eat your flesh …

He punched the bed to vent his anger, but it did not reduce the humiliation in his heart.

She had never hated anyone so much in her life. She hated them.

She thought the most black-hearted person in the world was Aunt Hua. But now that he had met Han Mo, he realized that he was actually the most heartless and merciless of them all.

Han Mo closed the door and went out, but did not leave, lit a cigarette, and silently smoked.

From the room came the sound of her low sobs, telling of her endless grievances.

Han Mo's heart suddenly softened, could it be that he really did something wrong? Just like Han Yang had said, what did the grudges of the previous generation have to do with her?

However, when she mentioned other men in front of him, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a trace of guilt.

She was a tool for revenge. She didn't feel wronged, so why would she care about it?

Furthermore, torturing her was his true goal. Who told her to be that woman's daughter?

After crying for a long time, his throat had become a little hoarse. Only then did she open her eyes and stare out the window at the night sky in a daze.

How long had it been since her life had been in disarray?

One step at a time, why was she the one feeling wronged and humiliated?

Even if he had to spend so much just to find his brother and keep him safe, could he really get something in return?

Perhaps it was because he was too tired from crying, but the pitch-black night sky became darker and darker. Gradually, his eyelids grew heavy once more and he fell into a deep sleep …

Han Mo had slept at the study room the whole night. It was unknown if it was because he was in a bad mood, but he actually felt insomnia, which resulted in him having heavy dark circles under his eyes when he woke up in the morning.

After eating breakfast, he sat in the living room in a daze, playing with the small pearl ring in his hand. His eyes were filled with tenderness.

Such a simple and elegant ring just showed that its owner was a clean and pure girl, right?

When he thought of her behaving like a wild cat that night, the corners of his mouth curled up in a comfortable smile.

Who the hell are you? And now, where was he, and what was he doing?

Thinking about the girl, his heart couldn't help but soften. It was a feeling he had never had before.

Although there had always been a countless number of women who wanted to climb into his bed, some of them he had never refused.

However, none of them were able to make him remember them, not even leaving a single impression on him.

However, the person from that night always lingered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of his longing.

Han Yang had already been sent to look for it, but there were still no clues even after several days had passed. When would he be able to see her again?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Qiao Xinran walking downstairs. Her face was even paler, but her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

When he thought of how she cried all night last night, he started to feel irritated for no reason.

Qiao Xinran immediately walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water, gulping down half a bottle, as though she was alive, she then let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Han Mo who was sitting there, he slightly frowned and walked towards him in the end.

She didn't want to talk to him, but she had to get his permission to go home. Otherwise, the Uncle Chang wouldn't dare to let her go.

Seeing her coming over, Han Mo quickly grabbed the storage ring in his hand and pretended that it was nothing.

Qiao Xinran saw that his expression was a little panicked, as if she had hidden something, but did not think too much about it. In any case, she didn't care about him at all, and she didn't want to know about his secrets either.

"I want to go home today." She looked straight at the floor and said expressionlessly.

"Go home?" Han Mo shot her a glance and became even more agitated in his heart, "Today is the third day of marriage, and you want to go home? Could it be that my Han family has caused you to suffer? "

"No, I want to go back and get some clothes and things for my personal use …" She was still looking down at the floor, not wanting to look up at him. Looking at his face, he wished that he could tear it apart.

If you lack anything, tell Uncle Chang that he will send someone to buy it. There wasn't a trace of emotion in his words. It was so cold that it made people's hearts turn cold.

Actually, one reason was because she wanted to go back to get the things she wanted. On the other hand, she wanted to take this opportunity to look for clues about her little brother. Maybe Aunt Hua would relax a little when she saw that she was getting married, and reveal some flaws.

However, she would never tell Han Mo about this reason, because just like Aunt Hua, he would only use his little brother to threaten her.