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"I am informing you, not asking for your opinion! Does my, Han Mo's wife need a taxi to go out? "

"As you wish." Qiao Xinran was too lazy to argue with him anymore, she turned and entered the bathroom.

When she came out, Han Mo had actually not left, but was lying on the bed waiting for her. When he saw her coming out, he gestured for her to come over.

After some thought, he walked to the other side and lay down. The double bed was now like a vast piece of land, causing one to feel powerless. Han Mo could not help but hesitate, could it be that this bed was bought too quickly?

He turned to look at her, white skin, long eyelashes, dark hair, eyes he didn't like because there had never been a friendly light in them.

Reaching out to pull her into her embrace, Qiao Xinran actually took a step back towards the bedside, her small body curling up, trying her best to stay far away from him.

Anger suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, and Han Mo's eyes became ice-cold once more, "Qiao Xinran, I hope you don't forget that you're my servant that I spent one hundred million on! I have already seen your body from head to toe. Don't you think it's too late for you to pretend to be tall? "

It was unknown if it was because he had said this too many times, but Qiao Xinran no longer felt wronged. However, she continued to glare at him furiously.

"Hmph, if I can get your father in here once, I can let him in again! I hope that you can show some initiative and serve me well, so that we won't fall out in the face of others! "

After throwing out those cold words, the fury in Qiao Xinran's eyes suddenly dimmed.

That's right, besides her brother, there was another person she cared about. That was why it was much easier for her to be threatened.

If he had enough power, he could protect his younger brother, his father, and not be threatened by anyone. But she didn't. She couldn't even protect herself with her delicate hands.

He bit his lip and didn't say a word.

Han Mo hated it when he went along with it when he saw him, when she looked at him, he seemed to be begging for help.

He was her husband and not some great bandit. Was there a need for her to put on such an expression?

"Are you so tired of being with me? That day, I saw you and enjoyed yourself quite a bit. " He still spoke coldly.

Qiao Xinran shut her mouth tightly, she did not say a single word, and even her eyes had become empty.

A burst of anger in his chest almost ignited him. Han Mo raised his hand and was about to wave it across her face, but suddenly changed the direction he was moving in. A pair of large hands tore open her clothes and threw her back onto the bed.

When she thought she was dying, he finally let her go.

She didn't even bother to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor. She had no idea where she got the strength from, but she rushed into the bathroom …

Even if she rubbed her skin until it turned red, it would still be unable to wash away the shame and filth in her heart. What could she do to escape from him, what could she do to get rid of this demon?

The warm water seeped into every cell of her body. However, it magnified her pain countless times, causing her to almost faint from the pain.

He curled up his body and leaned into the bathtub. Finally, he could no longer endure it and began to cry loudly.

Daddy, Daddy …

You said I was wronged and went home. You said I was wronged and left as soon as possible.

But how could I escape?

Dad, tell me, what should I do? What should he do?

Such a life, such a dirty self, wasn't it better to die?

Han Mo sat on her bed and smoked. The sound of crying coming from the bathroom troubled her. He put on his clothes and slammed the door.

Even in the study, the sound of her weeping penetrated the walls and reached his ears and his head. Those swollen red eyes, trembling body, and wronged expression made his heart once again surge with irritation!

Was he really wrong? Should he really let her go?

But he wasn't willing to give up. This was only the beginning of the game, how could he stop just like that?

He should have been happy that he had tortured her. But now, seeing her crying, his heart was similarly in pain.

Han Mo, are you crazy? How can you empathize with that damned woman?

After smoking one cigarette after another, the irritation in his heart became more and more intense. He decided to change his clothes and drive out.

The cold wind poured in through the open window, yet it still couldn't lessen the irritation in his heart. The car sped along the road, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped in front of the Tang Bar.

Seeing that it was Young Master Mo, the bartender immediately gave the orders and found a relatively quiet place in the pub. He then followed Han Mo's instructions and served the wine on the table.

Initially, he had wanted to call Guan Wei to drink with him, but when he thought about it, there were all sorts of women and people here. He was sure that Guan Wei would not care about him when he came, so he threw his phone to the side.

He grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his stomach one cup at a time. The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat and slightly suppressed the anger in his heart.

However, the figure in front of him continued to smile at him, get angry at him, and cry at him.

Qiao Xinran! Qiao Xinran! This damned woman!

If she had been like other women, more proactive and more obedient, how could he have treated her like this? It was definitely what she wanted, what she wanted, and what she wanted to live!