Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"No! Um! Uncle!"

He was fierce and anxious, and gradually her resistance and struggle disappeared, like a pool of spring water softening in his arms.

A wall is separated by his wife and children, her boyfriend, but they are so absurd inside.

Mo Tingshen stopped after kissing her trembling, "You knew he was my son?"

"I don't know." Her eyes were peachy and charming.

"Ruan Ruan, you did it on purpose." He squeezed her chin, forcing her to look up at himself.

"I don't, I am not." She shook her head, holding his arm in her hand, her whole figure was like a dodder flower that could not cling to, weak and pitiful.

"Don't want to be my woman, want to be my daughter-in-law?" There was a subtle ruthlessness in his tone.

She bit her lip and didn't speak, closed her eyes and didn't look at him.

He pressed her lips with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Well!"

The foreign body entered the mouth and she wanted to push it out with her tongue.

He held it back with his index finger: "Ruan Ruan, I'm jealous of him, I'm actually jealous of my son."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Ruan Ruan, I will open the door now, okay?"

"No, um, don't!" Her tears fell one by one.

"Then if you take the initiative to kiss me, I won't tell them." He still coaxed Ruan Xihe as a child.

If she were an average girl, she would have disarmed and surrendered a long time ago, but Ruan Xihe didn't want to be too sober.

She nodded in panic.

"Sit up." He patted his leg.

On the big boss chair, a young girl kneels|sitting, clinging to the man’s neck, and kissing him.

Sobbing out from time to time.

Because that huge little snow rabbit is covered.

After half an hour, the two came out of the study, Ruan Xi and his eyes were red.

There was no expression on Mo Tingshen's face.

Mo Qianqian rejoiced: "My dad told me to cry. I told you that it's not easy to enter the Mo family."

"Mo Qianqian, you shut up."

"You told me to shut up and I just shut up? I'm not, I'm going to say, Mo Weiyu, listen carefully, with me Mo Qianqian, this woman would never want to marry Mo's family." Mo Qianqian tempered. Up.

"I married my wife and did your ass!" Mo Huiyu was forced to explode.

"Why don't you do my business? Believe it or not, if you really marry her, I will take someone to your wedding to make trouble. I will tell you that it will make you dirty. I don't have the surname Mo." Mo Qianqian was angry. Tap the table.

He rarely quarreled with Mo Qianqian as an adult, and it was the first time he had such a big contradiction.

"Poor reputation." The little girl tugged his sleeve: "Don't quarrel with Qianqian."

Mo Huiyu felt very distressed, so he hugged Ruan Xihe into his arms and gently patted her on the back to comfort her: "Guy Ruan, I won't bring you back in the future."

Mo Ting's eyes fell deeply on the two people who were embracing each other, his face was difficult to look, and his heart was angry: "How decent is to hug and hug at home!"

"Dad, you are too much."

Mo Huiyu was already holding fire, and it would be completely ignited.

There was a raging sword between the two.

"I'm your Laozi, I can't say you are."

"Then you shouldn't interfere with my feelings. I tell you, whether you agree or not, I will marry her in this life." Mo Huiyu slammed the door and took Ruan Xihe away.

He was not in a good mood. He stayed at Ruan Xi and his home at night. He didn't mess around, but simply hugged her: "What did my dad say to you in the study today."

"He asked me if I deliberately seduce you." Her voice was dull, and she dived into his arms.