Mo Sihan did not hesitate to confine Zhu Wuwu in his own world, with deep and dedicated eyes, he looked domineering.

Zhu Wuwu's petite gives people a feeling of "weak and boneless", and Mo Sihan is intoxicated.

It's like when a ferocious tiger wolf meets a soft sheep, the man's unique "possessiveness" will be displayed without limits.

At first, Zhu Wuwu would still struggle, unable to resist Mo Sihan's brute force conquest, and she slowly calmed down.

Zhu Wuwu adjusted his breathing, and said in a flat tone: "Mo Sihan, you can't show your boyfriend's strength too much if you hug it so tightly, I just want to tell you that I can't breathe anymore."

Mo Sihan's chest was as hard as a stone, and the woman in his arms couldn't breathe smoothly.

Men always want to use domineering to show their affection, but they don't know that these unreserved actions will only backfire and cannot resonate with women's souls.

Mo Sihan loosened his strength slightly, and his hand slid onto Zhu Wuwu's thin waist.

Zhu Wuwu met his gaze, his eyes shrank, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Haven't you heard of it? A man's head or a woman's waist cannot be touched."

Mo Sihan corrected her, "No, except for those who are close to you."

"Does that work?" Zhu Wuwu smiled dryly.

What she is trying to convey is a dog that doesn't belong to you, even if you keep it on a leash?

Its heart is still not in you.

When given the chance, it will still run away.

Mo Sihan pretended not to understand Zhu Wuwu's words, he hugged her so tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment.

Smelling a fragrance on the tip of his nose, Mo Sihan lowered his head to smell the fragrance, and the fresh fragrance on the woman's hair made him feel satisfied.

"I wish time had stopped at this moment." Mo Sihan's soft lips fell on her hair one by one.

His heart, which had been battered by the cool breeze for days, was now coveting the warmth and enchanting fragrance of her.

What is fragrant is not only the original smell of a woman, but also the desire in love.

Why is it that in the dead of night, the style of painting deviates?

Zhu Wuwu pushed him away and said loudly, "Mo Sihan, I said I was going to get out of the car, did you hear me?"

"The train hasn't even arrived, how can I get you off?" Mosi's cold gaze fell on her, and her distinct face was covered with a layer of frost because of excitement.

Suddenly, Mo Sihan had an idea to let her conceive his child again.

Not to mention how nice it was to be entangled with her, he didn't mind having more children with her.

Mo Sihan put it on again like a dog skin plaster: "I wish you no worries, shall we have another child?"

Another child?

It's easy to say.

"You're trying to use the child to tie me up, aren't you?" Zhu Wuwu shook his head desperately, and said with a resolute look in his eyes, "In this life, it is enough for you to be a fertility tool once."

Mo Sihan's eyes quickly became dissatisfied with it, and he held back his anger: "Xiaoqingtuan is so lonely, what's wrong with us giving her another brother and sister?"

"Not good." Zhu Wuwu smiled miserably, "I don't want to wait for my child to grow up, if the child asks about his grandmother, I will cruelly tell my child that her grandmother was killed by her father."

Zhu Wuwu is interceding for Weng Xiaomei in disguise.

When Mo Sihan heard Zhu Wuwu mention the name of her mother Weng Xiaomei, his sharp gaze fell on her like a knife, and the disgust in his eyes was like a poisonous snake eager to devour her.

"Good luck worry-free, did I say I'm going to kill her?" Mo Sihan's voice couldn't help but sharpen a little.

The air cooled suddenly, and the temperature in the room dropped by more than ten degrees.

I wish you no worries to be silent for a while.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Sihan's voice came again: "This is what you said about the grudge between me and your mother in the future? It's been a big circle, and you're still trying to intercede for your mom. Good luck worry, how much your mom has done

Shouldn't bad things be punished? Can you tell what's white and what's black?"

Mo Sihan was full of words, and his words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

Zhu Wuwu's eyebrows were stained with a layer of sadness, and he bit his lip: "I didn't say that. What I'm trying to say is that you're not Romeo, and I'm not Juliet, and we can't get over the barrier. Even if we sleep in a double bed, the obstacle between us is still an ocean, you know?"

"To hell with it!" Mo Sihan was furious, "Good luck worry-free, don't interfere in the matter between me and your mother. Also, from tomorrow onwards, you move in with us. I remind you that you are now a mother and a wife of your children, and that you should not be obliged to do so."

The mockery poked into Zhu Wuwu's heart, and Zhu Wuwu's willow eyebrows were raised: "I'm not your dog, why are you leashing me?"

If he said a word, she would have to move in, why?

Ignoring her resistance, Mo Sihan put his arm around Zhu Wuwu's shoulders and walked towards the bedroom, "Now go back to the house and sleep. Tomorrow, I will arrange for Yan Qing to help you with your luggage. In the future, I will personally arrange for you to pick you up and drop you off work."

It's just a dog, and it's not as tightly tied as him.

"Mr. Mo is so thoughtful!" The corners of Zhu Wuwu's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Is there anything else? Mr. Mo has also prepared to arrange a few pairs of eyeliner to stare at me? When I eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom, do I have to arrange one?"

Mo Sihan replied lightly: "Once I was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, in short, you broke the idea of escaping from the palm of my hand as soon as possible."

This man's possessiveness has reached the point of bordering paranoia.

*

The bedroom is quiet, and the wall lamp in front of the bed is a warm dim yellow, giving a warm and peaceful feeling.

After taking a bath, Zhu Wuwu closed his eyes and lay on his side on the bed motionless.

When Mo Sihan came out of the shower, he saw that the woman on the big bed only occupied a small position, and his brow furrowed unhappily.

The Pacific Ocean is really separated from the middle of the bed.

On Zhu Wuwu's pale face, the curved and long eyelashes covered the eyelids, like a white arm exposed outside the sheet.

Mo Sihan wiped her hair with a towel and reminded her with a smile: "Good luck worry-free, I remind you that your sleep has always been bad, don't blame me if you fall out of bed later."

Zhu Wuwu was annoyed when he heard it, and pulled the quilt over his head: "It's noisy."

"It's the same old mistake again, isn't it?" Mo Sihan couldn't stand it anymore, so he covered the quilt for her again.

Zhu Wuwu has always had the habit of sleeping with her head covered, Mo Sihan said that she was guilty of an old problem, and there was nothing wrong with this.

Zhu Wuwu instantly sat up straight like an electrocuted little wild cat: "Don't let people sleep? Mo Sihan, you even have to take care of me sleeping now, don't you?"

Men's endless desire to control, how good it is to control it properly.

A superior like Mo Sihan, who is used to being in control of everything, if someone doesn't follow his rhythm, he will definitely not be able to stand it.

Replaced by the previous Mo Sihan, he has long been demonically possessed.

Not only was he not angry, but he was amused.

Compared with crying and crying, the lifeless Zhu Wuwu, Mo Sihan likes her vivid appearance when she is fried.

In Mo Sihan's daily life, most of the people are submissive to him and obey his orders.

There are a few exceptions, but they are precious.

The mother and daughter of Zhu Wuwu and Xiaoqingtuan are the few exceptions.

Mo Sihan felt more and more that just because he favored the Little Youth League, this would lead to more and more preference for the child and her mother.

"It's late, if we're a little bit of morality, don't make noise until others sleep." Mo Si calmed down, turned off the lamp and lay down to sleep.

He was laughing at her for being too loud.

I wish you to lie down with your back to your back.

Although he was only facing an angry back, Mo Sihan still had a subtle psychology in his heart.

Isn't that what the so-called couples are?

Even if the two are not reconciled, just lying on the same bed means something extraordinary to him.

The room was so quiet that there was nothing but the sound of each other's breathing.

Half of Zhu Wuwu's face was pressed against the pillow, thinking back to the words he had just said in the study, and a trace of grievance rose in his heart for no reason.

In the silent room, the occasional slight sobbing sound of a woman could be heard.

Mo Sihan's dark eyes closed and opened, and a long arm reached over and rested on her trembling shoulder.

Zhu Wuwu's body couldn't help shrinking and unceremoniously took his hand away.

In the next second, an uncontrollable cry overflowed from between the woman's teeth.

Although complaining about the heavens and others is useless, her life is really too bad!

Like a cursed misfortune, she looked back at the road she had traveled, and nothing but thorns was tribulation.

The occasional little bit of sunshine isn't enough to even dry your underwear.

Her crying was not loud or much, but the shock it brought to Mo Sihan was not small.

Mo Sihan sighed softly, "Okay, can crying solve the problem?"

"Is it okay not to cry?" The moment she said it, she felt regretful.

Sure enough, the sadness and the darkness of the night lowered her IQ.

Then again, she had a limited IQ.

Mo Sihan moved his body and pressed his warm and wide chest tightly against her back, as if he were transporting internal strength.

At this moment, he and she are like two poor people in rags on a snowy day, and they can only persevere if they warm each other.

Mo Sihan sighed with emotion: "Fate always likes to joke, and it seems that if you don't arrange it like this, you can't be wonderful. Still, there's a way, I assure you."

Gradually, as the night wore on, the sobs on the bed gradually stopped.

It wasn't until the even breathing of the woman next to him sounded that Mo Sihan relaxed and closed his eyes to sleep.

For the rest of her life, he decided to accompany her to the end.

He was so greedy that he wanted both her body and her heart.

In the matter of treating Weng Xiaomei, Mo Sihan couldn't ignore Zhu Wuwu's feelings, after all, she had her blood flowing on her body.

From this point of view, it is impossible to kill Weng Xiaomei.

The next step is to do what Mo Sihan has to do is how to accurately implement Weng Xiaomei's revenge plan within the scope of Zhu Wuwu's tolerance.