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Mo Wanqing pursed her lips at Mo Wanxin and smiled faintly, and said unhurriedly: "It's okay, you go back to your room and sleep." I'm going to open the door. ”

Mo Wanxin opened her mouth to say something, but finally closed her lips and didn't say anything more, just smiled a little blankly at Mo Wanqing, then turned around and entered her room and closed the door.

There are very few people who ring their doorbells, let alone at this time.

So who else but him?

Because of Mo Wanxin's identity, the sisters can almost be said to have no intimate friends, let alone anyone coming to them.

Whether it is Mo Wanqing or Mo Wanxin, they don't want people to know that Mo Wanqing is just a mistress who is being raised.

Seeing Mo Wanxin go back to the room and close the door again, the corners of Mo Wanqing's lips raised a bitter but helpless sneer.

Take a deep breath and walk towards the door.

When the door was opened, Jian Mingchao stood outside the door, his face seemed to be a little bad, very dark with a faint anger.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?" looked at Mo Wanqing with some displeasure.

Mo Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled: "I fell asleep, I didn't expect you to come over today." What's wrong, is something going on?"

Jian Mingchao was in a bad mood, and Mo Wanqing was also in a bad mood.

It's just that it didn't show it in front of him.

"Phew!"

Jian Mingchao kicked the door shut directly, hugged Mo Wanqing, and kissed her lips without warning.

His kiss seemed to be punitive, without any emotion, nor any pity or pity.

just used her as a tool to vent his anger, kissing her frantically and impatiently.

Not only kissed her lips and gnawed down on her neck, but also pulled her thin nightdress impatiently with his big palm, eager to raise Ning high.

"Don't!" Mo Wanqing rejected him, and said in a very soft voice, with a hint of helplessness and pleading in her tone, "Chao, my sister is here, you ......"

"Is your sister so ignorant?" Mo Wanxin's refusal made Jian Mingchao very displeased, and a pair of dark eyes looked at her coldly, "Don't you know what your identity is?"

"Super ......" Mo Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at Jian Mingchao in disbelief.

She was already in a bad mood because she saw Jian Lixing today, and when she heard Jian Mingchao's words, her heart was even more sad.

Then, the eyes that looked at him were covered with a layer of watery haze, and tears swirled in her eyes, as if they would roll down as soon as she blinked.

But obviously, Mo Wanqing's pitiful appearance did not arouse Jian Mingchao's pity.

As a father, he can't raise his head at all in front of his son, and he is still sneered and ridiculed by his son everywhere.

This is undoubtedly the most aggrieved thing for a man.

One son does not take him seriously, and the other does not listen to him.

As a result, the aura of the nest of fire in my heart became thicker and thicker, and it became heavier and heavier.

I just wanted to find a place to give him this breath that was stuffed in my heart.

Then, Mo Wanqing became his best outlet to vent his anger.

Some men are really cheap, always eating in the bowl but looking at the pot.

Jian Mingchao is such a person.