Ye Zhen seems to be extremely busy these days, and when he comes back at night, Qiu Mo has already slept. (Latest chapter update.)

He pushed the door in with a smell of alcohol, and saw her curled up in the milky white quilt, her hair covered in the moonlight, and her little face sunk comfortably into the soft pillow.

She always wore long-sleeved pajamas to cover herself tightly, and it was the same today, with only a small exposed hand lying weakly on her chest.

His Adam's apple rolled a little, and the effects of alcohol made his body hot.

He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, his cool fingers gently sliding from the center of her brow to the corner of her lips, copying the perfect shape of her lips.

She felt discomfort in her sleep, and her mouth smacked twice, hiding her entire face in the pillow.

Ye Zhen's stiff face couldn't help but show a smile, she was the most beautiful when she fell asleep, she wouldn't quarrel with him, wouldn't disobey his opinion, and wouldn't look at him with the kind of eyes that made his heart ache.

He sat for a moment, his gaze inadvertently falling on the small cabinet at the head of the bed.

The little cabinet was locked, and he didn't know what her dear things were in, and he suddenly had a curiosity to see what was inside.

She had nowhere else to put her keys but a pocket on her body, and his hand reached into the covers, reached for her pajama pocket, and pulled the keys out of it.

His voice was soft, and he was afraid that it would disturb her, and the feeling of being a thief made him feel very excited.

The moonlight poured in through the window, as if a layer of silver veil had been covered in her body, like a dream.

Ye Zhen carefully opened the drawer, and the first thing that caught his eye was a booklet, which he opened to see that there was a withered white flower in it, which had been made into a specimen.

Magnolia? Was it sent by Leng Xiao a few days ago?

His eyes deepened, and the hand holding the album was unconsciously straining.

Closing the album, he saw that there was still a lot of scratch paper under the drawer, and he picked it up and flipped through it page by page, his brow furrowing more and more.

This turned out to be the design scheme of TP5, she only read it once, but she didn't expect to remember ** is not far from ten, and those traces of modified calculations can show that she has been trying to find a way to solve the defects of this phone, if it is her, it is only a matter of time before she solves the problem.

Ye Zhen felt very depressed in her heart, and at this time, she was still thinking about Leng Xiao, thinking about helping him resolve the crisis and be safe and sound.

He looked at the little man who slept more soundly on the bed with cold eyes, and then tore the drafts little by little with his hands.

The crisp sound made Qiu Mo's eyelashes flutter twice, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

There was a long figure standing in front of the bed, and the eyebrows and eyes were not very clear.

She slept a little dazed, and shouted in a daze: "Leng Xiao." ”

She rubbed her eyes, and before she could see clearly, a smell of alcohol rushed to her face.

Immediately after, his sturdy body pressed against her, and the sudden weight made Qiu Mo almost out of breath, and she clearly saw Ye Zhen's angry face dilated in her pupils.

He drank and seemed very angry.

She looked down at the floor, her drawer was open, the album was shattered, and the papyrus she had worked so hard to get out of it was torn to shreds.

"You..." Qiu Mo was so angry that she couldn't speak, and glared at him with a pair of angry eyes.

He suddenly pinched her pointed chin, half of her face was almost embedded in the palm of his hand, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "You are still thinking about him, when are you going to think about it?" ”

There was like a fire burning in her chest, so hot that it suffocated her, and she looked into his angry eyes and said unceremoniously, "Until I'm dead." ”

"Okay, okay." He said twice in a row, "Then you will die now." ”

As he spoke, his powerful big hand pinched Qiu Mo's neck fiercely.

Reflexively, she reached out and grabbed his wrist with two hands, and he pushed harder and harder, his eyes were full of scarlet rage, and he really wanted to strangle her to death.

In the end, she gave up her resistance weakly, and her little face had become bruised, like an eggplant, but there was still no trace of submission and begging for mercy in her eyes, on the contrary, there was an unprecedented relief.

He let out a sudden low roar, let go of his hand, and slumped limply on top of her.

She coughed loudly, and with each cough, the wound ached.

He couldn't get his hands down, he couldn't do it after all, pinching her neck was like pinching his body, and he felt a suffocating fear if she died. If she died, he wouldn't have survived.

"Momo, my Momo, why are you torturing me like this?" He threw his arms around her, and the smell of wine and the good-smelling manly smell of his body surrounded her.

He kept kissing her, wild and passionate.

Her struggles were hopeless, and he easily stripped her naked and crushed her underneath.

On the white big bed, the man's back is firm and the lines are strong, while the girl under him, with white skin like snow and long hair like satin, has become a stark contrast.

Two sharply jointed hands held her inner thighs, forcefully parting her legs, and his ** was against her private parts, surging and jumping, seeing that he was about to enter.

She suddenly laughed above him, and that smile sounded a little bewitching and weird on a night like this.

She laughed and giggled, although it was a smile, but there was a kind of despair that both sides were lost.

He stopped his men's movements and looked at her in a daze.

Her face was still red, the corners of her lips were cold sneers, and she said almost cruelly: "I used flower scraps, you can go in and try it now." ”

His head buzzed suddenly, and the hand holding her leg suddenly strained hard, and several bruises suddenly appeared on her snow-white skin.

She didn't seem to feel the pain, and stared at him coldly.

Time stood still for a long time, and even the moon outside the window hid in fear.

His face was cloudy, and his eyes glowed with a beastly light.

He let go of her and raised his hand to slap her.

This slap was fast and hard, and it made Qiu Mo ooze blood from the corner of his mouth.

Her face was crooked into the pillow, her black hair obscuring her expression at this moment, and there was no pleasure of revenge in her heart, only boundless pain.

This man who gave her everything, she didn't want to hurt him like this, but fate is so cruel, what is given to you, you must be deprived of something.

She would rather be strangled to death by him just now, and not have to suffer from this displacement again.

Ye Zhen was really angry, jumped off the bed, put on his clothes hastily, no longer looked at the person on the bed, and strode away from the door.

Qiu Mo shrank herself into the quilt, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry.

What is she going to do, what is she going to do.

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