After being scum, I was reborn into the arms of President Ba's ex-husband

Long Moran brought Shen Ya to the most dangerous and rough racing track in Yun City.

Remote, quiet, not even a ghost around.

She parked the car, opened the door of the back seat, pinched Shen Ya's chin, and forced her to swallow those cursing words, with evil charm on her exquisite and cold face, she pursed her lips and said, "Madam Gong, let's play a game Bar!"

Shen Ya's pupils shrank suddenly, as if someone had acupuncture points on her, and she felt a great fear in her heart. This bitch's eyes were horrifying.

When he regained his composure, his hands were raised above his head and handcuffed to the iron ring in the center of the arena, and his legs were also bound in a large font.

Long Moran's cold and charming Ruifeng looked at her with a murderous look in his eyes, like a glamorous and life-threatening ghost, and his tone was laid-back with fatal danger, "Ma'am, enjoy yourself."

Stepping into the car, the glare of the light forced Shen Ya to close her eyes instinctively, but her hearing became more sensitive.

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded like a reminder to Shen Ya.

She cursed and cursed Long Moran with vicious words, but when the extreme speed brake lifted the hair around her ears, she was trembling all over, with her mouth half-opened, unable to speak a word, feeling like a knife had split her chest, feeling cold millet.

The roar that pierced the night sky brought her endless shock, like the god of death strangled her neck, eroded her nerves, and tore her soul apart.
After half an hour.

Long Moran got off the car, cast a disgusted look at the man who was covered in dirt and had a foul and disgusting smell, and said coldly, "Madam also knows fear, knows fear too!"

"Anyone who offends me will be punished."

Shen Ya's eyes were empty, without any waves, as if someone had taken her soul out.

Long Moran's exquisite body leaned lazily on the car, her black hair was blown flying by the wind, her charming and delicate face shone coldly in the moonlight, like the queen of the night.

Glancing at the dark place on the right, he said in a cold tone, "Luo Bei, take the man away."

Luo Bei, who was guarding in the dark, suppressed the surprise in his heart, strode out, watched this thrilling performance, and was completely overwhelmed by Long Mo's method of dyeing thunder.

Long Moran turned around and got into the car, started the car, and disappeared into the shadows.

Gong Junmo hung up the phone, with joy on Qingjun's face, his deep eyes were gentle like water, and he uttered a few words one by one, "Ni Lin, you too."

He wanted to see her, very much.

He stood up excitedly, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground,

Zheng Yuze's face fell to the ground, and he propped himself up with his hands, staring like a bull's eye, looking at the door that was just closed, and said quietly, "Gong Junmo!!! You are a fairy."

Long Moran looked at the empty bedroom, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he went to the bathroom with his head drooping.

Delicate little hands turned on the shower, and the sound of water flow masked the sound of parking outside.

Finished, the water stops.

She opened the door, wiped her hair with a towel, and came out wrapped in a bath towel. Suddenly, she stopped and raised her head. Ruifeng's eyes were full of surprise, and she rushed into the man's embrace.

With a broad and gentle embrace with a cold fragrance, her heart was full of satisfaction, she tightly wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and buried her head on his chest.

Gong Junmo's dark eyes were full of pampering, his heart seemed to have fallen into a honeypot, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile, "Blow your hair and go to sleep."

When Gong Junmo lifted her hair, his hands paused, his cold eyes were full of hostility, and his chest heaved violently.

Long Moran opened her closed eyes and saw his violent eyes through the makeup mirror, staring at her back.

She cursed secretly, masculinity is misleading!

Turning around and trying to tease him, the man suppressed a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Long Moran looked at the root of the man's slender eyelashes, and trembled several times. There was an unknown blush at the end of his eyes, and he wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare.

Her heart trembled, her voice was soft and delicate, "It doesn't hurt."

"I'm so sleepy, Ah Mo, can you blow my hair!" said coquettishly.

"it is good."

After Long Moran finished drying her hair, she went to bed quickly, put on her pajamas quickly, and hooked her finger at the man, "Sleep, Mr. Gong."

Gong Junmo slowly put down the hair dryer, strode to the bed, stretched out his arms to hug her, his chin rested on her slender shoulders, lowered his wet red eyes, his throat was sore and hoarse, "I'm sorry!"

Long Moran knelt on the bed, raised her shiny fingertips, and patted his back lightly, "Ah Mo, I don't blame you, nor is it your responsibility, we are husband and wife, we are one body, so there is no need to say sorry, My Ah Mo is very powerful and can protect me well."

Her words were like light, shining directly on him at the bottom of the valley through the long and dark passage.

His deep eyes are no longer endless black, they are dyed with colorful colors, as if they have changed from a black and white painting to a bright and dazzling oil painting.

Someone wants him too!

couple.

Very sweet.

In the end, Long Moran hugged him tightly like an octopus and fell into a deep sleep.

Gong Junmo looked sideways slightly, and depicted her outline with indulging eyes, as if engraving her on his own soul, and said almost indifferently, Ran'er, meet me early in the next life, okay?
When he finally breathed steadily, the woman in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, and gently unbuttoned his cuffs, and a white bandage with dried blood stains came into sight.

Long Moran leaned over and gave him a soft blow, resisting the soreness in his chest, and said in a tender voice, "I will accompany you in heaven and hell."

When Gong Junmo woke up, there was no one around him.

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

After washing up, I went downstairs.

Glancing at the steaming dining table, a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

After stepping down the last step of the stairs, Long Moran also came out with the last dish, his eyes curved into smiles, and his tone was a bit teasing, "Mr. Gong, your nose is really long! It's time to eat! Did you plan to call you just now?"

Gong Junmo walked over involuntarily, took the steaming dish in her hand, and suppressed the worry in his eyes.

Looking at the steamed stuffed bun, millet porridge and vegetables in his hands on the table, he was slightly taken aback, and opened his mouth to ask why, but he seemed to be stuck and couldn't make a sound.

Long Moran took the dish in his hand and put it on the table.

He greeted him, "What are you doing in a daze, eat!"

Long Moran pulled the seat away, pressed his shoulders to let him sit down, filled him with millet porridge, put the spoon away, and shook his hand in front of him, "You're back to your senses! Let's see if it suits your appetite."

He squeezed his eyelids tightly, held the spoon in his hand, and said softly, "You did it?"

Long Moran smiled and said, "Yes! Although it can't catch up with the chef, it should be good. If you like it, I will make it for you every day if I have time."

She propped her chin with her hand and stared at him intently, "Taste it."

Gong Junmo took a sip and put it in his mouth. The softness and sweetness filled his mouth and filled his heart. The meal ended in a warm and happy time.

After sending off Gongjun Mo.

Her cell phone rang.

"Xiao Xiaoran, come pick me up."