Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

For a few seconds, Wen Yi even suspected that she had heard wrong.

Get her...pregnant?

She felt that these two words came out of the man's mouth, it was so absurd and unimaginable, she even forgot or ignored the man's current memory loss, and there was only one loud thought in her mind——

How dare he mention pregnancy to her?

It turned out that she accidentally fell down the stairs when she lost the child in Lancheng. It was an accident, and it couldn't be said to be his fault... She couldn't blame him for the plane crash.

But if he hadn't secretly tampered with the condom behind her back, the child would never have been conceived.

Originally, she didn't want to think about some things without mentioning them, not to mention it's been so many years, it would be boring to bring up old things again, but now when it comes to pregnancy, he actually has the nerve to say it... It was to save that stupid woman Li Qianrui.

Pregnant.

Get her pregnant, and when she is pregnant, he will use this child to exchange for Li Qianrui, and then take away the child that is of no use to him, let alone be born, and he will be able to be with that woman without hindrance ?

A strong hatred welled up in my heart, it had never been so violent and sharp, and I couldn't restrain it at all.

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

It wasn't the red eye circles of grievance or sadness, but a kind of blood-red redness soaked in emotions. His eyes were like sharp knives, and there was no suspenseful hatred, shining brightly, without any concealment or restraint.

He looked into her eyes, his heart was slightly dazed, he forgot something in vain, and still bowed his head and kissed her.

Wen Yi's face turned away, and the man's lips fell beside hers.

The next second, Mo Shichen's small arm was in severe pain. His pupils narrowed, and he looked sideways at the woman who was biting him fiercely like venting hatred. His eyes became more and more complicated, but there was no fluctuation on his face. He just looked at her quietly and let her bite.

It wasn't until the tip of her tongue tasted the rust between her teeth that Wen Yi's tightly clenched teeth suddenly loosened. Her breathing was rapid, her pair of red eyes looked at him coldly, and her voice was even colder to the extreme. , "Mo Shichen, if you dare to do anything to me, I will definitely repay Li twice... um."

After all, she was unable to speak a word because her lips were blocked by the man.

This time, he didn't let go.

This kiss is not lingering at all, except for the bloody smell of violence, there is only the most primitive, physical conquest and subjugation, occupation, plunder, and chaos.

Mo Shichen was not like Mo Shiqian who grew up with his adoptive father who taught martial arts, and he never went to gangsters to fight with others, but as the prospective heir of the Lawrence family, he received the most comprehensive and elite education since he was a child. This is also included.

Wen Yi was admired for how powerful she was sitting in the office building, but in terms of physical strength, she was no different from women walking on the street.

The man blocked her lips with his lips and tongue, his hands were clasped by him and pressed against the back of the sofa, and his knees pressed her legs, making it impossible for her to move.

After leaving her lips, his kiss went all the way down, along her neck, until it reached the collarbone. Perhaps it was this violent coercion that made him take off the shackles of his clothes. The more she resisted, the more he would The more the desire to suppress, the stronger the desire, the more out of control people will be, and the more out of control, whether it is the tongue or the strength of the hands, the heavier it will be.

And the violent ambiguity made the man's blood boil even more.

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

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

The front two buttons were not fastened, and the undulating curve could be vaguely seen after the struggle just now.

Wen Yi was under his control, and there was nothing she could do, except gritted her teeth and called his name, "Mo Shichen..."

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

He looked up at her, and laughed in a hoarse voice, "Your underwear is really the type that women without men will wear."

Wen Yi really wanted to bite him to death, shattering the smiles on his face with a slap.

But before she could make another move, he had already kissed the softness.

He finally let go of the hands that clasped her hands behind their backs. He reached in from the hem of the shirt skirt, went up, and touched it directly. He touched the hidden button on her back, and untied it skillfully with his fingers.

She was already disheveled, and even her short hair was messed up. She was full of spring, and she had a kind of embarrassing sex appeal.

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

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

"Well," he clasped her waist with one hand, while pulling the cover under her shirt while kissing her ear, blowing the heat in, "It's the same no matter what, how much you hate me, I will succeed..."

He smiled, and bewitched in a low-key way like a discussion version, "Since this is the case, why not make this process better, I don't mind the rape scene, but I guess it will inevitably happen when I do it." Out of control, if you really enter the role, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, so you cooperate obediently, and I'll make you feel better...huh?"

Wen Yi opened her eyes wide, looking at this man who looked so gentle and pure, and how shameless his words were when he vomited, her chest heaved violently. After a few seconds, she still couldn't control her anger, and she raised her hand and slapped him. He directly threw it up, "Mo Shichen, I said you men, how can you be so shameless, ah?"

She did not strike lightly, and a faint slap print soon appeared on the man's handsome face.

He didn't dodge or evade, he just raised his hand to touch his face, then the corners of his lips curled up, the arc of his smile was very shallow, and the condescending eyes staring at her were gradually stained red.

Mo Shichen seemed to be calmed down by the slap, squinting his eyes, and instead of rushing over immediately, he went to untie the belt around his waist in an orderly manner.

In this gap, her legs were still pressed, but her body was free. She wanted to hit him with something, but in the end she was able to smash his head and bleed, but her panicked eyes searched here and there, and even her cell phone None were found.

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

The cup of hot tea on the coffee table was still misty, and she stretched her hand to get it.

She really regretted that she didn't just pour this cup of hot tea directly on his crotch, ruining that animal thing.

Just when her fingers finally touched the handle of the quilt's teacup, her body was suddenly adjusted by the man's strong hand, and she was a little closer to the cup. In the next second, she was pushed into the sofa more thoroughly.

With her hand, the cup of tea was knocked over on the carpet.