"Beat me up?" Mo Jiyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and looked back at her with murderous eyes, "Is that the wretched man standing behind you?" Just him? ”

Chu was slightly stunned, and couldn't remember who he was talking about for a while.

Seeing Mo Jiyan dragging her straight to the hotel, she hurriedly grabbed the door handle next to her and didn't let go.

Mo Jiyan stared at her, and suddenly smiled evilly, "You like to be in the car?" It seems that except for your first night four years ago, we haven't played car shock, since you like it, then I will satisfy you! ”

He rushed up with a quick stride, picked her up against the hood in front of him, and leaned down to find her lips.

Chu pushed his body slightly, but Mo Jiyan didn't move, "Mo Jiyan, you crazy person, if you want to find another woman, why are you still pestering me??" ”

"Pestering you? Chu Weiwei, you overestimate yourself too much, you are just a bus that anyone can get on, and when Lao Tzu gets on you, you start to be reserved? ”

At night, the sky is as vast as the sea, as far as the eye can see.

Chu Weiwei was stabbed the tip of her heart, she couldn't move in the passive position, she couldn't move an inch or a box.

Closing her eyes, she silently felt the pain of someone holding a knife with a barb slashing at her defenseless heart, and the barb pulled her heart twitching.

From beginning to end, he was hurting her.

He said these words as soon as he wanted to, and never thought about how deep the injury would be to her.

"Mo Jiyan, remember what you said today......" She smiled, her smiling eyes were a little crooked, and in her crooked eyes, the light seemed to be overflowing.

He fixed there, staring at her pupils, looking at the white spot in her heart, white and bright, like a stabbing light, which made people's eyes hurt.

"The most regrettable thing I've done in my life is that I met you, and you regret it now, right?" Her voice was a little higher, a little heavier, and her smile was still the same, with scorn, mockery, sarcasm, and a little peek into the provocation in his heart.

Mo Jiyan clenched Chu Weiwei's chin tightly, she was so cold, she ignored his sadness and despair, the words he said hurt her, as if they were elastic, but jumped into his scarred heart.

The more she did this, the more the things he hated were like seaweed that couldn't be pulled out, spreading wildly in his heart.

He wanted to crush her chin and make her little mouth obedient.

He even wanted to cut open her heart to see if she had a heart or a stone in her belly.

Anger exacerbated the onset of alcohol, and he imprisoned her hands and frantically ripped off his tie, uncaring for her bites and kicks, and bound her hands tightly together.

"Weiwei, I want you to ......" his voice pretended to be gentle, but he ruthlessly ripped off her pajamas, removed all the cover from her body, held the exposed softness, and lowered his head to nibble on the ......

This night, as he said, it was really cold.

From time to time, there was a whistle in my ears.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowed.

Her hands and feet were held down by him and she couldn't move, she looked down at the man's frivolous eyebrows, and the hatred pierced into her heart a little bit, 3106081