"You know what?"

"Gubeitang is coming for me."

Yeli Song is chattering, she can't be quiet, otherwise she will be uncomfortable and want to grit her teeth and kill herself.

"He drugged you?"

Murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes.

"It's not him, I can't say it, I can't say it, in short, it's not him, he's also cheated, because in this way, you will be disappointed in me, and I won't be Mrs. Mo."

Ye Li Song was incoherent, pulling Mo Bingyan's clothes and grabbing them randomly: "This is not the point, the point is that he wants me and says he wants to help me, what about you?" You don't want to help me? ”

Whoever it must be given to, it must be Mo Bingyan.

What I owed him in my previous life, I still pay him back in this life, not only to pay him back his two legs, but also to be a husband and wife.

All right.

Ye Lige is already crazy, and he can't wait to knock down the man and do whatever he wants.

"I'll help you, I'll get back to the villa in a while, I'll give you an injection, and the injection will be fine."

Fine sweat was already breaking out on Mo Bingyan's forehead.

God knows how sultry the woman's words were, and Mo Bingyan's soul seemed to have spawned a demon, instigating him: "Anyway, it's not you who took the initiative, she asked for it." ”

"Gu Beitang wanted me, I beat him up, beat him hard, and beat him so hard that he cried and called his mother."

"Are you afraid I'll beat you up?"

"No, I'm not going to beat you."

"I owe you, and I want to pay you back, so I don't beat you, I'll give you everything."

Ye Lige grabbed his hand and pressed it against his body.

The man bounced off as quickly as if he was on fire, and the sweat on his forehead slid down one by one.

The car is slowly coming to a stop.

"Sir, it's here."

The driver was knocking on the door, but he didn't dare to open it casually, for fear of killing people if he saw something he shouldn't see.

The door opened on its own.

Mo Bingyan's wheelchair got out of the car, and the man in the wheelchair was holding the woman sweaty, and the woman was already disheveled, and she ripped it all by herself.

The driver did not dare to look.

With a twist of his head, he was so careful that he didn't even dare to look at the corner of his eye.

Wheelchair access to the villa.

The villa was empty.

Mo Bingyan entered the bedroom with Ye Lige, and the injection medicine was on the bedside table.

"Come, lie down first."

Mo Bingyan manipulated the wheelchair to the bedside, holding Ye Lige and trying to put her on the bed.

Women don't follow.

Obviously, he was already lying on the bed, but when Mo Bingyan was about to withdraw his hand, he grabbed his clothes and forcibly pulled them on his body.

"Lige, if you let go, I can help you."

Mo Bingyan coaxed softly, as if he was coaxing a child.

"I don't."

Ye Lige focused hard, looked at Mo Bingyan's face seriously, she was clearly so handsome, why didn't she feel it in her previous life, why did she like that scumbag in Gubeitang?

Blind!

She must have been blind in her last life.

"Mo Bingyan, you love me, don't you?"

She asked him.

Mo Bingyan: "......"

"You just love me, I feel it, I used to think that you hated me so much that you didn't want to divorce me, that's me stupid, I'm not stupid now, I want to compensate you."

"I don't need you to make amends."

Mo Bingyan broke her hand hard, and he was going to get an injection for her.

"I'm going to make it up to you."

Ye Lige is to live or die and not let go, just to pull his clothes, just to pull him to bed.

"I'll be happy when you're sober."

Mo Bingyan's handsome face was cold, and his eyebrows were firm, still resisting.

Men have a lot of strength.

Ye Lige couldn't resist him, his fingers still let go one by one, and he was free.

Mo Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly reached out and opened the drawer at the bottom of the bed, picked up the box containing the needles and placed it on the bedside table, opened it, and took the needles to draw the medicine.

"Meng Lang, who was obsessed with dreams in a roundabout way, the more he panicked, the more he thought about it, the more he panicked, the more itchy, the more he scratched, the more itchy......"

The clothes suddenly fell on Mo Bingyan's head, and the man picked up the clothes and turned around, instantly petrified.

On the bed, Ye Lige's clothes had been taken off, and he hooked his finger at him: "Come on, pretentious, anyway, there is a lot of time, ouch...... Ouch ......"