Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Her nerves have been eager to break, but there is only cold irony and suppressed anger in her heart. There is no grievance. Facing hostility and malicious grievance will only accelerate the collapse, so she has no time to be wronged.

When the man's finger touched her cheek, tears welled up with the blink of his eyes.

Straight men are usually afraid of women crying, especially his own women. Mo Shiqian looked down at her eyelashes wet with tears, his sword eyebrows were twisted silently, and he held her in his arms with one hand. Circle her waist and let her lean in her arms.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she cried silently, completely buried in the man's chest.

Mo Shiqian patted her head lightly with the palm of his hand. Then he raised his dark and dark eyes and looked at Fang Shao with a smile, "You said that she slept with you?"

There was blood on Fang Shao's forehead, and he wiped his hand. He looked embarrassed and terrible. He wanted to continue clamoring, but when he met the man's eyes, a wave of terror surged in his heart.

But after only a few seconds, he still stubbornly said to himself, "So what? Why, you are also Chi Huan's concubine?"

The ink in Mo Shiqian's eyes is still thick, his handsome face is clear and indifferent, and his low voice is warm and gentle, "I'll give you a chance to kneel and apologize to her, otherwise, if you can't speak , That tongue should be of no use if it grows."

Not only Fang Shao, but everyone else in the room looked at the man holding Chi Huan incredulously.

The words are obviously full of violence, but the more understatement, the more bloody.

"You...what are you?"

The man was not angry at all, his expression still indifferent, and he repeated lightly, "Kneel, or not?"

The word kneeling, Rao Chi Huan, was startled.

She suddenly felt a wave from him, and the darkness buried deep in the bone marrow overflowed fiercely.

Apologizing is one thing, kneeling down to apologize is another thing.

She lifted her head from the man's arms and whispered, "Mo Shiqian..."

He only stroked her hair, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, and whispered in a gentle tone, "Hey, wait until I finish teaching them."

"I want to go home, I don't want to stay here anymore."

No one here really wants to know if she has anything to do with the trash. They just want to watch the excitement. In that case, how do they think about her and what does it matter to her?

Mo Shiqian was quiet for a moment, "Okay, I hurry up."

In fact, his voice can't be said to be more gentle, but compared to his attitude when talking to other people, the gentleness is nakedly contrasted.

In the end, he raised his hand and didn't know who to make a gesture, and soon a hotel security in a black suit trot over quickly.

The man then raised his head again and said lightly, "You throw him out. Since Fang Shao doesn't want to talk, he won't have to talk anymore."

Fang Shao was a little scared. He didn't even know who the man suddenly appeared in front of him, but he was still panicked, "Who the **** are you, do you know who I am?"

Mo Shiqian curled his lips, curving coldly, "I don't know, but the woman you bullied me should know who I am."

"I don't know who Lao Tzu is, do you dare to move Lao Tzu?"

In response to him, the man smiled lightly, "You are not qualified to let me know who you are and what I can't move."

Fang Shao was forcibly dragged out by two security guards.

The two Kuo youngsters next to him wanted to step forward to stop him, but Mo Shiqian blocked his eyes, "I don't like watching women shed tears. If you want him to accompany him, I will call a few more people."

Who is this man and why did he move the security in the hotel?

Today’s dinner was hosted by the mayor’s son on two floors, and it was also the most luxurious hotel in Lancheng.

Fang Shao's roar gradually disappeared with the distance.

People are cold, not to mention that this was originally a gathering place for profit.

Ninety percent of the people present didn't know Mo Shiqian's identity and didn't know his details, but no one dared to stand up rashly.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes again, his dark eyes swept across the others, and then he spoke lightly, "You just now, who wanted to watch her undress?"

Those who were caught in his eyes couldn't help but want to step back.

This man has a kind of darkness and arrogance that makes people fear and tremble in his bones, silent, but permeating and rendering everywhere.

His gaze stopped, and he fell straight on the woman who started taunting Chi Huan, "Since it’s you, then you don’t need to kneel down. Come over and bow to her ninety degrees and say sorry, she said it’s okay. You can go."

The woman was a little trembling with fear, but she was also a sturdy person, "This...this," she plucked up the courage to argue, "What does it matter to us? We also listen to Fang Shao say, who knows whether it is true or false. , We didn't say anything, just gave her a clarification suggestion...we didn't force her to undress..."

"Yes, we are just suggesting, who forced her."

This kind of oppression of public opinion is more oppressive than direct persecution.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head and glanced at the woman in his arms, then raised his wrist and glanced at the time, then raised his eyes and looked over, "Either bow and apologize, or I will take off her clothes and show you--"

After a few seconds, the following sentence dispelled the various expressions on everyone's faces, "Who wants to see it, yes, but if there is no birthmark, I will goug those eyes."

"Do you... dare you, so many of us, do you dare to goug our eyes? Where are the bandits and gangsters who run out? Now in the era of the rule of law, you dare to try this."

The man’s thin lips lifted a shallow arc, and he smiled, “How can I do things like digging people’s eyes? Of course, whoever’s eyes digs out by themselves... I’m only good at letting you do it yourself.”

Bai Song couldn't help it finally.

She couldn't be clearer if others didn't understand him.

These years, killing people is breaking the law, but he is good at killing you in a hundred ways, not to mention that he studied law at Stanford-Feng Xing said long ago that law is a good weapon, or use it to serve justice Or, use it for better crime.

"Miss Chi..."

She pointed at Chi Huan directly, Mo Shiqian got angry, no anger was seen, but no one could stop it. Although it was many years ago, he was always born in the underworld, and there was a **** and brutal person in his bones. On the one hand, when he said that he would goug someone's eyes, he would really do it, "What happened just now...we were wrong, we misunderstood you, can you..."

She pondered for a while before saying, "Let Shi Qian not make too much noise?"

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