He didn't even shout to stop.

Could it be that he really doesn't care about her anymore?

But no matter how she is his wife, why can he be so indifferent......

Su Qingtian closed her eyes, and when the tears slid down, it was even hotter than the fire, and she only felt that her eyes were almost burned.

Su Qingtian has always learned to hide and ignore her feelings very well, because since she was a child, someone taught them to tell them that it is not important that you are happy or uncomfortable, the important thing is that the man who serves you is happy.

This is the purpose and the meaning of their lives.

But now, she really felt so uncomfortable, Su Qingtian opened her eyes again, and she saw Mo Nanjue's face in the haze, she only felt extremely sour, and then she realized that crying wantonly was a luxury for her.

Mo Beiyan kissed her collarbone, and with one hand he had already ripped open the upper part of the cheongsam.

He covered the palm of his hand, still without pity, and rubbed it down, pinching out conspicuous bruises and blood marks.

"Ah......h

Su Qingtian raised her head, she kicked her legs wildly, but it didn't help, Mo Beiyan didn't mean to stop at all, he went down inch by inch, reached out and tore off his leather bag.

He was really half-drunk, Mo Beiyan never allowed himself to get drunk, because in his eyes it was a fool's practice, but tonight, when he stood on the roof of the Mo Mansion, his shoulders were almost crushed, he made an exception.

How many times in a person's life can they make an exception?

Mo Beiyan didn't know.

Su Qingtian didn't know.

Mo Nanjue didn't know, he had broken too many cases for Tong, so many that he couldn't count them, the man still didn't move, his slender legs were like lead, he couldn't lift them heavily, and the sound of entanglement on the big bed outside came into the eardrums, like a pinprick that hurt.

The corners of Mo Nanjue's delicate eyes narrowed slightly, and the good-looking peach blossom eyes were gloomy.

He really didn't go out, he couldn't tell why, it was not necessary, it was not qualified, there was no reason, it was meaningless......

Endless fighting, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and some things had been pressed for too long, which could no longer be described as burden and hatred.

Mo Beiyan moved upwards from Su Qingtian's waist with one hand.

She was close to half-shedding, and the trembling brought by the skin touching made her extremely ashamed, Su Qingtian burst into tears, "Young Master, I beg you one last time, you get up quickly, if you continue like this, I can only apologize with death......"

Mo Beiyan didn't raise his head, he just cared about enjoyment, "Even if you die, I will condemn you today!"

Su Qingtian closed her eyes.

She took one last look, and the door to the fitting room was still closed.

The movement in Mo Beiyan's hand took a step further.

Su Qingtian gritted her teeth, she had made up her mind, no matter whether Mo Nanjue cared or not, but even if she died, she would keep her innocence for Mo Nanjue.

She didn't hesitate anymore, she didn't have time to hesitate, Su Qingtian suddenly raised her legs, and her knees slammed into Mo Beiyan's abdomen, the man was emotional, completely caught off guard, he snorted, and when he raised his head, Su Qingtian had already supported himself.

Mo Beiyan stretched out her hand to grab her, Su Qingtian avoided her as if avoiding the plague, her body desperately retreated back, and soon retreated to the other end of the bed, Mo Beiyan raised an evil smile when she saw this, "Anyway, it's in this room, you want me to you on the table, I don't care......"

Before his words fell, he saw that Su Qingtian almost rolled out of bed, turned around and hit the dresser!