Chapter 220: So fierce, who wants it

Wen Yuan moved, and felt the ribs on her chest seem to be broken and painful. She frowned and took a breath of cold air, lowered her head and turned on the quilt, but saw that she was not covered in any shame.

Her expression subconsciously looked at the direction of the door.

The memories in my mind were replayed like a flash of flowers. The man's crazy and inhuman expression was pulled by him to jump into the sea. She lived so much that she claimed to be not a good person, but she was willing to give in front of this man.

Wen Yuan took a breath, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pulled the sheets off and wrapped them casually, opened the door and went out, a simple dark blue fabric sofa, coffee table, and tiles on the walls, which complemented the gray marble on the floor.

The first impression is emptiness.

There is no furniture, it looks like a simple decoration room.

She took two steps.

There was a very cold gaze behind her staring at her.

Dangerous and sharp.

Wen Yuan paused, turned around, raised her leg and kicked her over.

The man seemed to have been in defense. When she kicked over, she pinched her legs and pulled them with the flow. The two of them immediately rolled on the ground. The floor was cold and hard, and the bones hurt. However, Wen Yuan was still angry and tugged at his body. His legs tightly stooped, bent his elbows, and smashed them hard towards the man's chest.

Mo Qingqiu turned his head, biting cigarettes in his mouth, blocked the wind, turned over and held the woman to the ground, he narrowed his eyes, "Is there any energy?"

Wen Yuan gritted her teeth: "Relax!"

"It's not that I won't let go." The curling smoke made him look even more evil, and his eyes were cold, "Did you think you're wearing clothes?"

Wen Yuan froze.

I suddenly felt a sensation of air conditioning below.

There was almost no heating here, it was like a dead hole.

She only wrapped her bed sheets, and she had already moved in a row.

"Close your eyes."

Her teeth were slightly tight.

Mo Qingqiu simply lay on the ground, raising his chin, "The woman is really unreasonable."

Wen Yuan frowned.

He quickly got up and tidyed up. After realizing it, she looked at him: "Where is my clothes?"

Mo Qingqiu got up, leaned against the door, and smiled: "Can your reflex arc be longer?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, I took it off, I took it all for you to take a shower." He admitted it with briskness, raised his hand and plucked his thick and hard black hair, which was a cold man who was not afraid of death: "Don't glar at me, I did good deeds, I didn't let you freeze to death. As for whether I could see..."

He got up and glanced at him, "Brother is not Liu Xiahui, so I took a few more glances."

"You're looking for death!"

Wen Yuan was so angry that her temple was so painful that she was suffering from this life.

But as soon as she scolded her angrily, she felt dizzy and barely supported the sofa.

Mo Qingqiu glanced at her and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of ice water. "Don't be excited, your body has not recovered yet, sit down and rest."

"Where is this place?" Wen Yuan didn't recover and was so soft that she had to ask in a cold voice.

"My house."

Mo Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and took a mouthful of cold water. He pointed to the bed indoor: "The first time a woman has slept on it."

Wen Yuan leaned against the sofa, with a cold expression: "Will you die if you don't talk too much?"

Mo Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the kitchen quickly, "Who doesn't like to tease her? Ancestor, are you hungry?"

"I'm leaving, give me two clothes."

Wen Yuan has a great headache and has not yet concluded the matter with Yang Fang's antique market. She wants to go back and deal with it and strive for the best of the situation.

"You must like low-cards."

But Mo Qingqiu didn't seem to hear her and went to find some ingredients on his own.

"The surname is Mo!"

Wen Yuan was angry and got up from the sofa and walked towards him quickly.

He reached out and pulled his arm, and Mo Qingqiu was pushed to the refrigerator by her. He lowered his head to look at her, "Calm down?"

"Calm down your mother."

She frowned, "Give me clothes."

"I'm going to tell you that I've washed all my clothes and there's nothing to wear. If you don't mind running naked..." He squinted his eyes and smiled coldly: "You can try it."

How could Wen Yuan not know this person’s purpose?

Just keep her to stabilize the situation.

Being robbed of such a large market, at least she had robbed her of billions of dollars in business. Now she is so provoking her, and she is repeatedly stimulating her with extreme methods.

Wen Yuan couldn't help but jump, looking at the man's expression of beating.

She held her grim face and reached out to grab her.

As I wish, I heard a muffled groan from the man.

His face turned red.

Go down the neck all the way.

Mo Qingqiu couldn't help but arched her waist, pursed her thin lips tightly, reached out to grab her wrist, and gritted her teeth: "Wen Yuan...you are so fucking cruel."

"Give me clothes."

The voice of the sound of the vine gradually became colder.

Mo Qingqiu bent over and the veins on his neck swelled up. He took a while before lifting his eyelids and looked at her with a cold smile: "——No."

The man was obviously a tough guy, as if a gun was pressed on his head at this moment and would not make him repent.

Wen Yuan pursed her lips.

Let go of him, turn around and leave.

I really dare to go out and run naked.

Seeing that the woman had already walked towards the door.

Mo Qingqiu frowned, looked down at her lower body, endured the pain and walked away quickly, grabbed the woman and carried it on her shoulders.

"Mo Qingqiu!"

"Don't yell, I'm not deaf."

"Are you really lawless?" Wen Yuan gritted her teeth.

Mo Qingqiu threw the person back on the sofa and pressed her neck with one hand, "A coincidence, I have grown up so old and have never followed the law. Mr. Wen, please bear it."

Wen Yuan had been tossing for a long time, but the high fever had not subsided, and she lost strength. She was sweating all over and her ears were buzzing, disturbing her brain. She opened her mouth, but she wanted to scold but couldn't.

Mo Qingqiu opened the drawer and found antipyretics.

Put it into her mouth, "I know, you want to kill me if you are in good health."

Said.

He leaned over and pinched the woman's chin and looked around. Regardless of the woman's vicious and cruel expression, Mo Qingqiu smiled evilly and whispered in the woman's ear: "My baby is excited by you. You have taken medicine to sleep. If you don't sleep, that's fine. If you don't feel ashamed, you will be fine."

Wen Yuan froze.

I obviously felt the external pressure on my waist and abdomen.

Said.

He let go of her and went straight to the bathroom.

Wen Yuan's eyes chased after him, and the man turned around, raised his eyebrows at her, and began to untickle his trousers in front of her.

She cursed in her heart and turned to avoid it.

As it turns out.

Mo Qingqiu is a shameless madman.

Wen Yuan couldn't move so much, she had never been so passive. Fortunately, it wasn't long before she was fed the medicine and she fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Mo Qingqiu came out of the bathroom.

Washed cleanly.

He walked to the sofa and looked at the woman's pale face.

He leaned over and patted her face again, but she frowned but didn't wake up.

Mo Qingqiu smiled softly, couldn't help but tickled, and sighed sincerely: "Ancestor, who wants this temper--"

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Morning mist is everywhere.

Shen Zhouyi did not stop for a moment and came to the Hedao Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, the door has been opened.

Surprisingly, no one intercepted her and let her go in.
Chapter completed!