Chapter 405

"Mohan, you're getting married." She ventured at the chance to breathe, she warned.

"You forget, we got married at the beginning, I'm not the same, there are a lot of women outside?" He gently breathed out in her ear, said disapprovingly.

You mean, he thinks of her as one of those women? Muqiao was angry and cool.

See Muqiao stare at him fiercely.

Mo Han slightly twisted eyebrows, raised his hand, gently through her hair, and then, bent down on her forehead, kissing the next "good, I will be light!" While he was talking, his hand was quietly down.

Muqiao suddenly sober, hold his big hand, frown, bite lips, heart a horizontal, she said: "don't use your dirty hands to touch me, no matter how bad my body, I don't want to leave you."

Mo Han frowned, "who do you want to leave?"

Later, Muqiao understood that some people can't be excited, otherwise, they will suffer.

This man is not human when he is cruel.

Thinking about his torments.

Tears, such as rain!

Joe turned his head to one side, his eyes empty.

Mo Han, if you don't love, why do you give her such hurt!

She can't even cry!

When I wake up again.

Pain, every part of the body is full of pain, every bone seems to have been disassembled and reassembled, and the strong pain in a certain place is even more related to the nerves. Doesn't it mean that it won't hurt again after the first time? Why, how many times has she been in such pain? When she took a breath, she felt like she was in agony, which was enough to show how much he was

It also proves his "strong" potential.

A drop of tears, across the corner of the eye, some mechanical wood Joe raised his hand over the quilt cover in the body.

"Does it hurt?" A soft voice came from overhead carelessly.

Joe bowed his head. Does it hurt? Ha ha

She really wants to scold, no pain, you try? Animal animal.

However, even breathing pain of her, there is no extra strength to curse, so, just raised his head, staring at him.

"You shouldn't excite me. You should know that I can't excite my character!" He looked back at her and came slowly, listening to an explanation.

Muqiao glared back at Mohan, then drew back his eyes, turned to one side and continued to ignore him.

"It may have been a little extreme just now, but..."

Muqiao's body glides down slowly, then pulls up the quilt and buries the whole person in it.

She didn't want to hear anything, no explanation!

Extreme. Is that extreme?

She was so confused that she didn't hear a word of what Mo Han said next.

Until there was a loud sound of closing the door, she slowly moved her head out of the quilt.

Take a deep breath.

This night, Mohan didn't come in again.

That night, Muqiao stayed up all night.

She held the quilt, leaned on the head of the bed, looked out of the window and sat until dawn.

Until the alarm clock rings, she gets out of bed mechanically, cleans and changes clothes.

Everything is in order.

But, at the bottom of her heart, she knew that when they were finished, she closed her eyes and bit her lips. Then, the whole person, like heaven and earth, crawled on the bed and cried.

Until tears, are dry, voice cry hoarse, she just slowly sat up.

Then walk into the bathroom and wash your face over and over with cold water.

Then, he took a deep breath, grabbed the bag and went to the door.

The pain from the thigh root makes her feel soft every step she takes.

Gently open the door, Muqiao lift eyes at will, but saw sitting on the floor of the living room window Mohan.

And in his hand, he lost cigarette butts all over the floor.

It turns out that he didn't sleep all night. It turns out that he spent the night outside the door

Originally cruel his heart, at the moment, do not have a reason to suddenly correct.

Just, instant reaction come over, face a cold, she passed him, head also don't return to the door.

"I'm sorry!" A few inaudible voices came from behind after woody Joe took two steps.

At the foot of the pace suddenly a stagnation, the last time I said sorry, is in his "dying".

Just, what's the use of being sorry? What's the use of being sorry? She growled from the bottom of her heart.

With her head down, she went on.

Ignore, just didn't walk out two steps, she felt in front of a black, then, lost consciousness.

"Muqiao..." She heard Mo Han's cry, but Unable to respond to him.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

And beside the bed, Mo Han holds his head with one hand, his eyes closed, and there is a little scum on his face.

She moved her hands.

"Are you awake?" Mo Han stood up and asked happily.Ignoring the concern in his eyes, Muqiao turned his head and looked out of the window.

"The doctor said that he was drunk and didn't sleep all night, so..."

Drunk and sleepless all night? Mohan, are you ashamed?

How on earth did she faint, you don't know?

It's just that you've tortured me so much that I'm overdrawn?

He muttered in his heart: it's not as good as animals!

"Mohan, I don't want to see you. Get out of here now!" Muqiao interrupts Mo Han's words and points to the door coldly, shouting.

She hated his attitude of punching you and giving you a candy.

"Later, I'll pay attention." Someone is very understated said.

Muqiao frowned, turned his head and glared at him

Mo Han rare some embarrassment, in her head affectionately rubbed, "don't make trouble, want to eat what, I go to buy."

"Eat your heart, will you?" She choked him.

The man frowned, "raw, or cooked?"

The corner of wood Qiao's mouth twitched next, "Mo Han, I won't forgive you to treat me like this."

The man poured her a glass of water. "What am I doing to you? What do I do to you? Isn't it normal to do this between husband and wife, Muqiao? "

There was a "bang" at the door. Something fell to the ground.

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