I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 1760 Lie Yan: A Special Meeting

His body was stiff, and Murong Yan nestled in his arms, but she thought of Dugulie shamefully in her mind. She shook her head violently and looked at Bai Mosi: "Mosi, I'm dirty, Dugulie and I... and we I also gave birth to Tangtang for him, and I had a child for him before, I really don't know how to get along with you...Mosi, you should find a clean yellow girl, I'm not anymore, I'm not anymore. "

She hung her head in shame.

She really regretted that she married Bai Mosi on impulse.

She felt that she was so selfish and wasted Bai Mosi's golden years.

"Yan'er, I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that." Bai Mosi kissed her forehead: "Let's forget about the past, okay? Tangtang is my daughter, you and mine..."

"Okay." She said tremblingly.

Day will eventually turn into night.

The moist yellow candlelight ambiguously reflected on Murong Yan's seductive face.

She was sitting at the end of the bed, her heart was pounding. She watched Bai Mosi walking towards her in his middle coat, her heart was already mixed together.

"Mosi, I..."

"Don't talk." Bai Mosi sat on the soft bed, which had her own fragrance, he felt uncomfortable all over, he hugged Murong Yan, kissed her on the cheek, and moved towards her lips : "Yan'er, be my real wife tonight, okay?"

He took advantage of the opportunity to press Murong Yan under him, and kissed her neck, his breathing was heavy, and his scorching breath sprayed on Murong Yan's face.

Suddenly, a frantic face broke into Murong Yan's mind and heart.

"No, don't!" Murong Yan was excited, and frantically pushed away Bai Mosi who was deeply in love|desire.

The three words Dugulie have been deeply engraved in her heart, which cannot be erased or erased.

Even Murong Yan felt that as long as she had an intimate relationship with other men, she would subconsciously feel sorry for Dugulie.

Her black hair was disheveled, and her expression was distracted, as if she was frightened.

Bai Mosi was also embarrassed and embarrassed by her actions. He curled his lips bitterly, straightened his shirt, and got up: "Yan'er, rest."

"Mo..." Her throat seemed to be hoarse, and she couldn't even pronounce his name.

She covered her face in annoyance.

Dugulie, you bastard.

You have harmed me miserably, and you have harmed me so that I cannot live a normal life.

"Dugu Lie, you bastard." Murong Yan murmured, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

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The next day.

Murong Yan, who had settled down with Tangtang, came to the restaurant that the person who reported the report said that day.

Murong Yan, who is the Minister of Dali Temple, is naturally sensitive. She has been searching for it since she came in, but she didn't smell a familiar scent.

Her heart sank slightly.

The corners of the lips curled slightly bitterly.

Murong Yan, you are so stupid, you really are overthinking.

Knocking on the door, her clear, business-like voice sounded: "I am the minister of Dali Temple."

"Enter." In the room, a strange and vicissitudes of life sounded.

Murong Yan was very sure that she had never heard this voice before.

She pushed the door open, and what she faced was a huge screen, which was so dense that even the slightest shadow could not pass through it.

In front of her was a chair specially prepared for her.

Murong Yan felt that this person was strange and unpredictable, so she sat down, looked at the screen, and asked, "May I ask your name?"

"It's just a name, how can it be so important." An old and strange voice sounded from behind the screen.

"Okay, since that's the case, I won't force you. Please tell me the story of this case." Murong Yan went straight to the point.

(End of this chapter)