In short, she just wanted to cure Mo Bingyan, and the liquid she poured in just now was not a poison, but a drug that she had prepared to help repair damaged nerves, so she naturally wanted to stay and observe the absorption of the drug.

"Come on, stop the ink, while it's hot."

Ye Lige's movements are domineering and rude, and he goes directly to pull the man's clothes.

He stared at her, his dark eyes darkening with obscurity.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm going to do something to you, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

She wouldn't hurt him.

She will also help him, help him pass on the lineage, spread the branches, and will not die miserably in this wheelchair.

Mo Bingyan didn't resist.

The buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned one by one under the woman's quick movements, and the exposed chest muscles were shiny, as if they contained the ultimate explosive power, which was enough to attract the attention of all women.

The night left the song, and the sight did not stop at all.

She is not a nymphomaniac, besides, ghost cultivation is to be indifferent to this desire from the body, so that she will not be fascinated by men, and taking it seriously is to cure diseases.

The shirt was finally taken off.

Ye Lige was about to untie his pants when suddenly, the bathroom door was slammed.

"Night Departure, you get out of here!"

Mo Dieyi's roar pierced the silent night, echoing in the steamy bathroom.

"Why is she here?"

Ye Lige frowned, it's really annoying, this potion must be soaked while it's hot, but it can't be cold.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and it was not only Mo Dieyi standing outside the door, but also Muyang and the housekeeper.

"You femme fatale woman, what the hell do you want to do to my brother?"

Mo Dieyi rushed over, and when she looked at the bathtub, oh my God, the water was still green, and it was steaming like the poison of a witch in a horror movie, which was simply scared to death.

"You—You're trying to poison my brother?"

Mo Dieyi's face changed.

Pointing at Ye Lige, he was trembling, angry and frightened, almost speechless.

"Get out!"

Mo Bingyan was still sitting in a wheelchair topless, his face was very dark, and it was gloomy as if it were the prelude to a dozen storms.

"Brother, this woman wants to poison you, you are still towards her, do you have to be poisoned to be willing?"

Mo Die was so angry that he stomped his feet, everyone in the whole day knew that Ye Lige was uneasy and kind when he married Mo Bingyan, but he was like being drugged, he had to marry her, he had to follow her like this, and even went into the water that was clearly poison to soak, no wonder his health has been getting worse and worse recently.

"There's no poison in this bathtub."

Night Departure Song explained.

Mo Die didn't listen, isn't this thing poison?

"Brother, anyway, I can't let you be at the mercy of this woman anymore, I can't watch your life go away."

Mo Dieyi said, her eyes flushed.

's mother died at an early age, and her father married her stepmother and never cared about her anymore, which is equivalent to saying that she is a close relative, and she can't watch him die without saying anything.

"No, I'll take you to grandma for comment."

Mo Dieyi stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair, thinking about pushing Mo Bingyan away to prevent Ye Lige from harming the scourge.

"Butler!"

The man snorted coldly.

The butler standing outside the door shook his head and ran in: "Yes sir." ”

"Take the eldest lady away."

He was very angry, his cold eyes were like an invisible knife against the butler's throat, so that he didn't dare to question it in the slightest, and looked at Mo Dieyi with blank eyes: "Miss......"