Runaway wife: Wolves are always pestering

His tone was aggressive, like an unstoppable sharp knife slashing towards him, she couldn't stand it.

Standing there dumb, she was unwilling to be so aggressive by him, so she said in a cold tone: "I went wrong, your house is too big, it's normal to go wrong, but it doesn't mean you can do this, Mr. Nangong." Treat your guests!"

He raised his eyebrows dangerously, and walked towards her slowly. He was wearing black leather pants, which outlined the lines of his thighs in a wild and dangerous way. His honey-colored chest was wildly bared and exposed, and the white shirt could not block it at all. Catch the wildness and unrestrainedness exuding from his body.

His appearance is definitely described as [-]%, but his degree of danger is also in the same proportion.

I don't know why, Mo Xi'er has always been cold, arrogant and intelligent, and has always looked down on masculinity, but this man's elegance and beauty really made her have an inexplicable fear. [

I saw him stop when he was a step away from her, and then said in a low and dangerous tone: "Guest? How do I know what kind of customer you are? I have rejected several customers. You are lucky. I don't want to reject you!"

Mo Xier suddenly became furious, without thinking, she waved her hand and slapped her across the face.

There was a snap.

It was particularly loud in this eerily quiet room, and it made her heart tremble.

She slapped her face in extreme anger, almost exhausting all her strength.

A red palm print appeared on Satan's handsome face, but his expression was extremely calm, like the eve of a storm, so peaceful that it made people very disturbed.

Because of this calmness, Mo Xi'er stared at him like a thorn growing all over her body, and glanced at his hand hesitantly. It was a big palm with clear and strong finger bones. If he wanted to fight back...

Her face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes, which were as bright as black gemstones, were also full of fear.

This man, the expression in his eyes was full of bloodlust, it was terrifying.

He would be the kind of cruel man who beat women, right?

Just now he almost raped him without saying anything, so it's fine now, even if she wants to shout, the sound insulation here is so good, no one will come to rescue her.

Thinking about it, she leaned against the wall and moved towards the door, only three steps away, but she felt that it was so far away.

He supported her with one hand, blocking her attempt, and looked at her creamy white skin exposed in the air with cold and cruel eyes.

It was as if a sharp knife had been slashed lightly on it, but there was no pain in the blood, and she couldn't help but shudder.

The next moment, she met his gaze unconvinced, like a small animal that was trapped and struggling.

His voice sounded softly: "Do you want to escape? Where are you fleeing to? Your purpose of coming here has not been achieved, shouldn't you continue?"

As she spoke, her face slowly approached, and the pungent smell of the cigar came over, she quickly pushed it away with her hands, and said angrily: "Mr. Nangong, please be more self-respectful!"

His chest was as solid as a mountain, and where he could push it away, his voice became softer, but also more dangerous and ambiguous, "Self-respect? How do you write it?"

She was angry, shameless man, how could he do this, they just didn't know each other, how could he do that to a woman he had never met before? ? ! ! ! [