Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She was in pain, but she endured it. She poked his heart lightly with a finger: "Don't tell me that you and I are sleeping together. Before, you were not in this way, you were very decisive."

She is cynical, but Kang Qiao's face is full of pain.

For what, he himself didn't know.

The faith he once insisted on quietly collapsed in the bottom of his heart, which was a bit uncomfortable, so he was anxious to make up.

Xu Mo stared at him like that, with a touch of provocation in his eyes.

She smiled lazily: "Okay Concho, let me go, I still have guests."

She was kissed fiercely when she finished speaking.

Concho kissed deeply, like a kiss to **** her into the soul, hungry, even grabbing her hair when she was struggling, and biting her neck hard, like a male animal forcing a female It's the same when animals mate.

Kang Qiao tasted the smell of blood, and then loosened Xu Mo's neck, murmured hoarsely, "I can also give you money."

Xu Mo felt the pain in her neck, she stretched out her hand, touched it there lightly, and then looked at Kang Qiao.

She said lightly: "This time, I don't want to sell, Mr. Kang, you respect yourself."

Her thin face was embedded with midnight eyes, which Concho had never seen before.

Are they the eyes of angels?

He was a little dazzling, and suddenly felt that he and Xu Mo were actually people from two worlds.

He let go of her, took a step back, and smiled faintly: "You are right, I want to respect myself."

It hurt in my heart. I never felt that he was so gloomy. In his world, there was only gloom, only fame, wealth, status, and women. He was always enjoying himself, and he never felt like a walking dead.

Once, he thought he did all this for Wen Yuan, but when he could no longer be with Wen Yuan, he took this life as a habit.

Once he got used to getting provoked, he wanted to escape.

So, he let go of Xu Mo's hand.

Concho stepped back again, took out a cigarette and put it on, "That's it."

He smoked while leaving.

He sat in the car and did not start the car immediately, but sat quietly all the time.

It was an hour after Xu Mo came out of the dining room, and her face was paler than before. She said goodbye to the so-called clients and sent them away one by one, nodding and bowing, which made Kang Qiao look very uncomfortable.

Is this the life she wants, angel? He felt like his grandson.

He was smoking while watching quietly. He thought she was going to go home after sending people away, but immediately, she ran to the side of the road——

Spit out.

Kang Qiao froze for a moment, pinched off the cigarette butt, opened the door and got out of the car and walked behind her.

"Why force yourself?" His voice sounded behind her.

Xu Mo still vomited, until she vomited all the food in her stomach, she turned around, "You haven't left yet?"

In the moonlight, Kang Qiao watched her, her body was full of preciousness.

And she was very embarrassed.

Xu Mo slowly took a tissue to clean himself, and looked at Kang Qiao: "Is it because of my joke?"

"Miss Angel who has contributed to mankind, how can I laugh?" Concho's voice was mocking, and then he whispered: "If you don't want to drink and drive, I will send you back."