Wenyi had so many seconds that she even suspected that she had heard it wrong.


    Let her Pregnant?


    She thought it was ridiculous to say these two words from the man''s mouth. She even forgot or ignored the man''s current amnesia, and there was only a noisy idea in her mind -


    How dare he even mention pregnancy to her?


    Originally, the child she lost in Lancheng was accidentally falling off the stairs. It was an accident. It can''t be said that it was his fault if she didn''t She can''t blame him for the plane crash.


    But if he hadn''t carried her on his back and secretly tried to avoid a pregnancy suit, the child wouldn''t have been pregnant at all.


    She didn''t want to think of some things that she didn''t mention. Besides, it''s been so many years. It''s not interesting to mention the old things again. But when it comes to pregnancy, he still has the face to say It''s to save Li qianrui''s stupid woman.


    Pregnancy.


    Let her pregnant, when she is pregnant, he will use this child to replace Li qianrui, and then take off the child that has no use value to him and is unnecessary to be born, so that he can be with the woman without any obstacles?


    A strong sense of hatred surged into my heart, which was never so turbulent and sharp and could not be restrained completely.


    Mo Shichen lowers his head to kiss her. Before he touches her lips, he touches her red eyes.


    It''s not the red eyes of grievance or sorrow, but the red eyes of emotion. The eyes are like sharp knives. It''s the hatred without suspense. It''s bright red fruit without any concealment and convergence.


    He looked at her eyes, slightly stunned, and in vain he forgot something, and then he went on kissing.


    Wenyi''s face deviated, and the man''s lips fell beside the corner of her lips.


    The next second, Mo Shichen''s little arm was in sharp pain. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the woman who was biting him fiercely. His eyes became more and more complicated, but there was no fluctuation on his face, so he quietly looked at her and let her bite.


    It was not until the tip of the tongue tasted the rusty smell between the teeth that Wenyi suddenly released her tightly clenched teeth. Her breath was short, and a pair of red and more powerful eyes looked at him coldly, and her voice was even colder to the extreme. "Mo Shichen, what do you dare to do to me, I will repay Li twice Well. "


    She couldn''t speak a word after all, because she was blocked by a man.


    This time, he didn''t let go.


    This kiss is not beautiful and lingering. In addition to the bloody smell of violence, there are only the most primitive, physical conquest and conquest, occupation, plunder and chaos.


    Mo Shichen didn''t grow up with his adoptive father who taught martial arts as Mo Shiqian did. He didn''t mix with others and fight with others. But as a quasi successor of Lawrence family, he received the most comprehensive and elite education since he was a child, which naturally includes this aspect.


    Wenyi is admired for her ability to sit in the office building, but her physical strength is no different from that of a woman walking on the street.


    The man blocked her lips with his lips and tongue. His hands were clasped by his hands and pressed on the back of the sofa. Her knees pressed her legs so that she could not move at all.


    After his kiss left her lips, he went all the way down her neck to the clavicle. Maybe it was this violent force that made him lose the shackles of his clothes. The more she resisted, the more he was oppressed. The stronger he was, the more out of control he was. The more out of control he was. The more powerful he was, the more out of control he was. The more out of control he was, the more powerful he was, both in his lips and hands.


    And the violence of ambiguity, the more aroused the blood of men.


    When Mo Shichen''s kiss came to the woman''s chest, he stopped for a short time.


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


    The front two buttons are not fastened, and the undulating curve can be seen after the struggle just now.


    Wenyi is controlled by him. He can''t, except for the gnashing of his teeth to call his name, "Mo Shichen..."


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


    He looked up at her, and his voice was dumb and low, and he smiled, "you underwear is really the type that no man''s woman would wear."


    Wenyi really wanted to kill him and smash the smiles on his face.


    But before she did anything else, he was already kissing the softness.


    He buckled her hands on the back and finally released them. He reached in from the hem of the shirt and skirt, went up and directly touched it, touched the buckle on her back, and skillfully untied it with his fingers.


    She has been dressed in a mess, even her short hair is messy, and the spring light is particularly dew, with a kind of embarrassed sexy.


    It''s just that the men on her body, whether it''s shirts or trousers, in addition to a little wrinkle, or dress neatly.


    "Mo Shichen, don''t make me hate you..."


    "Well," he said, buttoning her waist with one hand, pulling at the shelter under her while kissing her ear and blowing the heat in, "it''s the same in every way. If you hate me, I''ll get it..."


    He smiled and said with the low taste of the discussion board, "in this case, it''s better to make the process better. I don''t mind. I think it will be out of control if I do it. If I really get into the role, I''m afraid you can''t bear it. Please cooperate with me and I''ll make you suffer Well? "Wenyi''s eyes were wide open, and she could see how gentle and pure he looked and how shameless he was when he vomited. Her chest heaved violently. After a few seconds, she still failed to control her anger and threw it directly with a slap of her hand. "Mo Shichen, I said you guys, how can you be so shameless


    Her hands are not light, the handsome face of the man quickly floating up a light slap mark.


    He did not dodge, but raised his hand to touch his face, and then the corner of his lips was hooked up. The smile was very light, and the eyes staring down at her gradually dyed red.


    Mo Shichen seems to be calmed down by this slap fan, squinting his eyes, instead of rushing at once, he methodically solves the belt on his waist.


    In this gap, her legs are still pressed, but she is free. She wants to smash him with something, and finally she can smash her head to break the blood flow. But her eyes are flustered to search, even her mobile phone is not found.


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


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


    She regretted that she had not spilled the hot tea directly on his crotch and discarded the animal thing.


    Just as her fingers touched the handle of the quilt''s teacup, her body was suddenly adjusted by the man''s powerful hand. She was a little closer to the cup, and the next second, the whole person was more thoroughly pressed into the sofa.


    The cup of tea was knocked over on the carpet with her hand.