Rebirth of the Gambling King's Daughter: Doting on the little woman

Mo Yanli showed an impatient look, stopped the car, opened the door and walked to the front of the car. As soon as she stopped, she heard an ambiguous voice. She looked over and saw only the inside of the car.

The woman sat on the man's body, swaying her body enchantingly.

The man lying there had half of his face covered and couldn't see clearly. However, the man didn't even take off his shirt, and his pants were only half off. The woman was wearing a skirt with suspenders scattered on both sides, sliding down to her waist, and the black lace bar had been untied.

Hanging on his shoulders, the man's hands held the plump breasts as if they were playing with toys, and kneaded them a few times from time to time, causing the woman to scream exaggeratedly.

Mo Yanli tilted her head and looked. It was Jiang Mier, a socialite from Manchester. As far as she knew, she seemed to be one of her father's mistresses. She had seen this woman in the casino of the Prince Hotel.

But the man under her body was obviously not her father. After all, he was so old and not in such good shape.

Tsk tsk, actually fooling around with other men on the Mo family's territory. I have to say that Jiang Mi'er is really brave...

However, this is not her business. You can do whatever you want, but can you stay out of the way?

Mo Yanli kicked him unceremoniously, reminding the two people in the car who were having fun playing with car crashes that they were blocking other people's way. If they wanted to play with car crashes, they should go to the side of the road to play. Blocking other people's way was not considered a problem.

What's up?

The force of Mo Yanli's kick was not too strong. The sound insulation effect of the Porsche Cayenne was pretty good. The car still parked there motionless. The people inside still didn't react and continued to make exaggerated movements.

Mo Yanli became impatient and kicked him a few times without hesitation this time. Finally, the people in the car reacted. Jiang Mier, who was riding on the man, realized that there seemed to be someone there.

Looking at her, she turned her head, her face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, she seemed to recognize who Mo Yanli was, she exclaimed, hurriedly pulled up the string of her skirt, and turned her head to cover half of her face.

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At this time, the car window was rolled down, and the man lying there lazily raised his eyes. His eyes could not be seen to the bottom at a glance, and they were particularly unpredictable. He said elegantly: "Is something wrong?"

Mo Yanli glanced at the man's face exposed through the car window, and her expression changed. It was him again. How could we not meet him again in life?

If she remembered correctly, this man's name seemed to be Ye Jinghan?

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Ye Jinghan, right?"

There was a smile on Ye Jinghan's lips, and with a wave of her hand, Jiang Mi'er still seemed to be dissatisfied with her desire, panting and charmingly saying: "Young Master Ye..."

Ye Jinghan glanced at her, with a sharp cold look in his eyes. Jiang Mier no longer dared to be presumptuous, and immediately climbed onto the passenger seat next to her, revealing the thing she was stepping on, standing upright and facing Mo Mo.

Yan Li and Jiang Mi'er stared angrily at Mo Yanran who interrupted her good deeds, while helping him clean up and tidy up his clothes like a well-behaved maid.

"I can't believe that Miss Jiang is so good in bed. I think your father must be well served by you!"

Jiang Mier's face turned pale, and Mo Qiankang couldn't afford to offend her, but when she thought about the man beside her, she had spent so much effort and finally climbed into his bed. Now that Young Master Ye made the decision for her, why should she be afraid?

That old man Mo Qiankang?