58. [058] Who is the child's father

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Li Song felt that she was soft, she couldn't lift up any strength, and her brain was not very clear, she didn't even know why Bo Muyao suddenly went out at the moment.

She leaned on the edge of the bed, endured the pain at the root of her leg and slowly stood up, her disheveled wolf bรจi was reflected in front of the dressing mirror, she smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

The door "slam!" It was only a split second, and she was already crushed on the bed.

I didn't expect this man to go and return, Li Song just looked at him in a daze, pressing on him, and tore the clothes he had finally put on again.

His face was gloomy, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were cold and emotionless staring at her, she had never seen him like this, so angry and so terrifying.

So looking at his eyes at this moment, she couldn't help but shudder, she didn't even know where she him off!

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at him in panic, and her hands clung hard to the sheets under her, trying to get away from him, but he quickly grabbed her back.

She was disheveled, he was neatly dressed, she was panicking, he was dangerous, he had come back specifically to punish her.

She felt that she was about to die, so she could only keep crying and begging for mercy, but she still didn't let him stop moving.

At the top of her desire and the climax, her nails dug deep into his arm, and before she fainted, she seemed to hear him whisper in her ear over and over again: "Who is the child's father?" โ€

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When he woke up in the morning, Li Song felt like he was falling apart, and his whole body hurt even his bones!

Bo Muyao came out of the changing room, he was already dressed in a new suit, an ink-colored suit, still tall, but when he passed by the bed, he didn't lift his eyelids and bypassed!

Li Song is angry, who is it that makes himself like this?! He didn't even look at her now!

She grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at him, very accurately, just at the back of his head: "Clothed beast!" โ€

He paused in place, then turned around, with a feminine smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked back, standing in front of the bed, holding her thin waist and lifting her up: "Believe it or not, I did more beastly things to you?" โ€

Bo Muyao looked at her, remembering her under him last night, so coquettish, begging him again and again, and finally her voice was hoarse.

He thought, who else has seen her like this?

Who else but that child's father?

Li Song thought that he would really do something, but he didn't expect him to gently take her into his arms, and his thin lips even kissed her hair.

"Bo Muyao, you ......"

He let go of her: "Not going to school?" Not yet. โ€

Li Song then remembered that he still had to go to the school today, but how did he know?