Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"I haven't been in bed, have I? Rong Yue and I have never been in bed, nor did I go to his residence for a night, nor did I have the right to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department with him." He Huan's fingers were light. Caressing her forehead gently: "I happened to be pregnant when she had a miscarriage. I saw it with my own eyes and didn't mean to investigate you. Now, do you want to say that it has nothing to do with you?"

Qin Mo caught her in a hand and pressed her into the sofa.

He Huan's head was a little dizzy. When he returned to his senses, his face was really gloomy. He squinted and stared at her: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Tell you that you and other women had a miscarriage when I was pregnant?" He Huan looked up at him, "I'm sorry, you are not worth my self-esteem."

"Then who is qualified? Rong Yue? If you are married, try to seduce him and try to get in touch with him?" Qin Mo squeezed her chin very hard, and her skin was particularly sensitive. , Her chin quickly became blue, and when he loosened it, it was like she was doing a special service for him.

Qin Mo still stared at her: "Tell me, don't you? You bought the copyright of his book, do you want to relive your old dream with him? You said you never had **** with him, do you really want to have **** with him, a vegetable Can he satisfy you like I do?"

As he talked more and more nasty, He Huan struggled, but he pressed her firmly to keep her from moving, and finally she became angry and stretched out his hand and slapped him hard.

When that crisp slap in the face sounded, the surrounding air was frozen.

Qin Mo's eyes were terrifying, he stared at her, "In your heart he is clean, but I am dirty, am I?"

He Huan turned aside and didn't want to talk to him again.

"Why didn't you answer?" He clasped her hand, pressed it to the top of his head, and narrowed his eyes: "Since you don't want to say it, then do it. I don't mind who is in your heart, as long as you call a bed under my body. , He Huan, do you want to know that every time you pretend not to want it, every time you can't help holding me back? Did you still have your white moonlight in your heart?"

He was so rude to her, he sneered at her so rudely: "If Rong Yue has seen you be like this by him, he will still think that you are the pure little girl in his heart. Can he still write such a little freshness?"

As he talked, he kissed her frantically, kissed her lips, kissed her neck, kissed bitterly, and it hurt in his heart.

I can't love it, that's probably it.

She doesn't love him, she only wants to believe what she sees, not to believe him.

Qin Mo had a woman, but it was before or after marriage, and the child was not his. He is not interested in explaining now, he just wants to sleep with her severely...

He Huan is of course unwilling to do this, struggling, and his voice is just like tea, "Let go...I don't want it."

He caught her by the hand and nailed her firmly, "Thinking that he doesn't even want to have **** with me, He Huan, don't forget that you are my wife and I am your man."

With that said, the probing hand pulled it, and it easily succeeded.

He Huan screamed, her face arched on his shoulders, she couldn't stand him when he was particularly rough.

"Do you still think of him?" His voice was **** and hoarse, and he was gasping and don't go over and kiss her, as if he was going to swallow her in his stomach...