Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

With a bang, Mu Baoer, who tragically hit the street lamp, fell to the ground and passed out.

Han Lie stared at Mu Baoer who was lying on the ground, his chest was still heaving with anger, the rain drenched him, he had never been so embarrassed before.

This smelly girl, crazy girl.

"Don't pretend to be dead. You think I'll let you go if you lie still? How dare you hit me. You don't want to survive in this society. I'll make you completely desperate."

But facing his anger, Mu Baoer remained motionless.

Han Lie snorted coldly: "Beating someone was so powerful just now, so pretend to be dead now, okay, just pretend here slowly, and see how long you can pretend."

Too lazy to pay any attention to her, Han Lie approached the villa angrily, rushed upstairs to take a shower and wash her hair.

After taking a shower, looking in the mirror, the corners of his lips were swollen from beating, and his cold face became even uglier.

As the saying goes, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, this woman is really pretty, madman, he will definitely let her get out of his sight tomorrow.

Walking back to the bedroom, he took a sip of hot coffee before he sat down and looked at his watch. After all this tossing, it was already midnight.

There is a meeting tomorrow, so I have to rest well, damn it, it's all because of that woman.

Han Lie went to close the floor-to-ceiling curtains with a livid face, and the corners of his eyes drifted downstairs inadvertently. In the hazy rain and fog, under the street lamp, the woman was still lying there.

He squinted his eyes and felt that something was wrong. At this time, there is no need to pretend!Why is that woman still lying down?

Could it be that he fainted!

Hmph, but what does this have to do with him, she dared to hit him, even if she died, she should pay for it.

Don't expect a man like him to have any conscience, one more blood on his hands won't be much.Especially for a woman who offended him again and again, he didn't sell her to the black street as a prostitute. That's fine, anyone who dared to do anything to him died.

Han Lie put down the curtains, leaned against the window and smoked a cigar coldly, lighting up the flickering cigarette butts in the darkness.

Looking at the ceiling in the darkness, I couldn't help but admire those stubborn eyes in my mind, bright and annoying.

Just thinking of her eyes would make him inexplicably want to destroy the light inside.

But at the same time as loathing, there is another indescribable feeling, feeling that if those eyes are closed from now on...

"S.hit, dying here has polluted my land." Han Lie smothered the cigarette butt, "You're lucky!"

Back in the garden, he pulled the woman up, planning to drag her in, but the sticky wet hands made him frown.

He raised her hand and saw the slender palm, the skin was badly worn out, and the flesh was bloody.

This woman is quite tolerant.

Han Lie snorted, condescendingly picked her up and walked into the villa.

..................................................................

When Mu Baoer woke up, she thought she had ascended to heaven, because her body was so soft and warm.

It's been a long time since she felt this way, and she couldn't help but want to roll a few times in such a comfortable cloud, but when she rolled, the pain on her body immediately made her grit her teeth, never heard that there will be pain in heaven.

"You're awake." There was a gentle voice beside him.

Mu Baoer opened her eyes, and saw a kindly smiling uncle in his fifties standing by the window, with thick eyes and wearing a doctor's white robe, he was looking at her happily, making people feel at ease .