Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Oriental ink?Yan Ru was stunned for a moment, and after a closer look, sure enough, it was indeed Dongfang Mo, wasn't he resting with his fiancée in his ink garden?

Yan Ru looked at Dongfang Mo in front of him, his face was very strange, red and white mixed together, and his eyes were even more terrifying, as if the eyes were burning with fire.

what happened to him?She went to Moyuan two hours ago. Although his face was a little tired at that time, it wasn't like what it is now?

Could it be that after she left, he drank with his first love, Fang Zining?Looking at him now, he seems to be quite drunk.

"Dongfang Mo, what do you mean? You come to me when you're drunk, don't you?" Yan Ru's tone was very bad, and she couldn't help but sarcastically said, "You can go with whomever you get drunk with. Help you sober up, don't say I can't sober up, even if I can, I won't help you sober up."

However, while Yan Ru was still saying this, Dongfang Mo had already come to her in two or three steps, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and before she could react, his hands were already pulling Yan Ru's body impatiently. Out of clothes.

"Hey, Dongfang Mo, what do you mean?" Yan Ru couldn't help but growl, and quickly blocked his movements with her hands, trying to remind him not to be rough on her every time.

It's a pity that in Dongfang Mo's eyes, Yan Ru's strength is like tickling. He completely ignored Yan Ru's struggle and continued to pull on her pajamas. Pressed under her body, he wants to gallop unrestrainedly in her body.

It's a pity that Yan Ru has already been humiliated by him once today, so now he is so forceful, even in the stairwell, which completely angered her.

So, without even thinking about it, Yan Ru lowered her head, opened her mouth, and bit Dongfang's arm directly.

This time, Yan Ru exhausted all her strength, so she bit deeply, and Dongfang Mo, who was burnt into confusion by the fire of desire, immediately let out an 'ah' in pain, and instinctively let go of her clothes with her arms.

Yan Ru took this opportunity to quickly run downstairs. The first floor is her painting room, which has all the painting tools, and of course there are tools for cutting paper.

Yan Ru quickly held the scissors with which she was cutting the paper vigorously, and then said to Dongfang Mo who was approaching her with a cold face: "Dongfang Mo, how dare you make trouble here tonight?" , I will stab you with this knife, at worst I will stab you to death and then commit suicide, we both die together."

Dongfang Mo's originally chaotic brain finally cleared up a lot after seeing the sharp blade. He stopped instinctively, and used all his willpower to control his body. Looking at the sharp blade in Yan Ru's hand, he felt pain. He shouted: "Mu Ru, do you really hate me so much? You want to kill me with a knife?"

"Could it be that you still want me to like you?" Yan Ru's mouth raised an imperceptible sarcasm, and said sarcastically, "Dongfang Mo, in the past six years, what you have done in the past six years is worthy of my liking for you ? Which one thing is not worthy of my hating you?"

Dongfang Mo was slightly taken aback. In the past six years, since the day Xi Muru replaced Xi Muxue and married him, it seemed that he had never done anything to make Xi Muru like him.