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

Wen Yi had so few seconds that he even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Make her... pregnant?

She felt that these two words came out of the man’s mouth, it was really absurd to incredible, she even forgot or ignored the man’s current amnesia, and there was only a noisy thought in her mind——

He even dared to mention pregnancy to her?

Originally, the child who was lost in Lancheng accidentally fell off the stairs. It was an accident. It could not be said that it was his fault if it was missing... She could never blame him for the plane crash.

But if he hadn't secretly tampered with a pregnancy with her behind his back, the child would never have been pregnant.

She didn’t want to think about something she didn’t even mention. What's more, it’s boring to mention the old thing again after so many years, but now when it comes to pregnancy, he still has the face to say this... It was to save Li Qianrui's stupid woman.

pregnancy.

Let her become pregnant, and when she is pregnant, he will use the child to exchange for Li Qianrui, and then remove the child that is of no use to him and is unnecessary, and he can be with the woman without any obstacles ?

A strong hatred surged into my heart, never so turbulent and sharp, completely uncontrollable.

Mo Shichen lowered his head to kiss her, but before touching her lips, he touched her red eyes.

It's not that the circles under the eyes of grievance or sadness are red, but a kind of red that has been soaked with emotions. The eyes are like sharp knives. It is the hatred without suspense, shining brightly, without the slightest concealment and convergence.

He looked at her eyes, his heart was slightly startled, he forgot something in vain, and he bowed his head and kissed.

Wen Yi's face turned away, and the man's lips fell to the corners of her lips.

In the next second, Mo Shichen's small arm came in severe pain, his pupils shrunk, and he looked sideways at the woman who bit him like a hate, his eyes became more complicated, but there was no fluctuation on his face. Just looked at her quietly and let her bite.

It wasn't until the tip of the tongue tasted the rust between the teeth that Wen Yi's clenched teeth suddenly loosened, her breathing was rapid, her red, more powerful eyes looked at him coldly, and her voice was even colder. "Mo Shichen, what do you dare to do to me, I will repay Li...well."

After all, she could not speak a word, because her lips were blocked by the man.

This time, he didn't let go.

This kiss is not charming at all, except for the **** smell of violence, only the most primitive, physical conquest and conquered, invaded, plundered, and chaotic.

Mo Shichen did not grow up with his adoptive father who taught martial arts like Mo Shiqian, nor did he fight with others in the dark, but as the quasi-heir of the Lawrence family, he received the most comprehensive and elite education since childhood. Also include this aspect.

Wen Yi is admired for how well he sits in an office building, but in terms of physical strength, he is no different from a woman walking on the street.

The man blocked her lips with his tongue, his hands were clasped with one hand and pressed against the back of the sofa, and the knees pressed her legs so that she could not move at all.

After his kiss left her lips, he went all the way down, along her neck, all the way to the collarbone. Perhaps this violent force made him loose the shackles of his clothes. The more she resisted, he would The more the desire to suppress, the stronger the desire, the more people lose control, and the more they lose control, the heavier both the lips and the hands.

The violent ambiguity, the more aroused the blood of the man.

When Mo Shichen's kiss came to the woman's chest, he stopped briefly instead.

Because Wen Yi didn't go out, he casually wore a simple and loose shirt skirt.

The first two buttons were not fastened, and the undulating curve was faintly visible after the struggle just now.

Wen Yi was controlled by him and couldn't, except the one who gritted his teeth called his name, "Mo Shichen..."

The man's Adam's apple rolled down, leaned over, and slowly gritted the button with his teeth until the light bra inside was exposed.

He looked up at her, his voice muffled and smiled, "You are the type of underwear that women without men wear."

Wen Yi really wanted to kill him and slapped the smile on his face.

But before she could do anything, he already kissed the softness.

He finally released the hands holding her hands. He reached in from the hem of the shirt skirt and touched it directly. He touched the hidden button on her back and unfastened his fingers skillfully.

She has disheveled clothes, and even her short hair is messy, and she is very **** in the spring.

It's just that the man on her, whether it's a shirt or trousers, except for a few wrinkles, is still neatly dressed.

"Mo Shichen, don't force me to hate you..."

"Well," he clasped her waist with one hand, while his shirt pulled at the covering under her, while kissing her ears, he blew the heat in, "the result is the same no matter what, you hate me, I Will succeed..."

He laughed, and said with a low taste like a discussion version, "In that case, it's better to make this process a little better. I don't mind the **** scene, but I guess it will inevitably happen. Out of control, if you really enter the role, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. If you cooperate, I will make you feel better...Huh?"

Wen Yi widened her eyes, looking at this man who looked so gentle and pure and shameless if he vomited it, her chest was violently ups and downs, a few seconds later, she still couldn't control her anger, and she slapped her hand. He threw it straight up, "Mo Shichen, I said you men, how can you be so shameless, huh?"

She did not act lightly, and a faint palm print quickly appeared on the handsome face of the man.

He didn't evade, he just raised his hand and touched his face, and then the corners of his lips curled up, the arc of laughter was very light, and the eyes staring at her condescendingly gradually became red.

Mo Shichen seemed to have been calmed down by this slap fan, squinting his eyes, did not rush over immediately, but methodically untied the belt on his waist.

In this gap, her legs are still crushed, but Shang is free. She wants to hit him with something, and she can finally smash her head and blood, but she can search around with panic eyes, even her mobile phone. None were found.

She only has a pillow at hand, but what's the use of the pillow, flirting?

The mist was still floating on the cup of hot tea on the coffee table, and she stretched out her hand to take it.

She really regretted not pouring the hot cup of tea directly onto his crotch just now, and wasting the animal stuff.

Just when the finger finally touched the cup handle of the quilt teacup, her body was suddenly adjusted by the man's powerful hand. She got closer to the cup, and in the next second, the whole person was pressed more thoroughly onto the sofa.

The cup of tea was knocked over on the carpet with her hand.

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