The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 39 Mo Zhiqian, If Torturing Me Can Make You Balance Your Heart, Then You're Welcome

Zeng Li was lying on the bed with his hands under his face, unable to fall asleep for a long time, his younger sister Zeng Huiyun was crying in his ears, and in front of him was the picture of her constantly beating her legs...

Like rewinding, turning around in front of my eyes, I can't wave it away.

The younger sister's accusation, like a whip, lashed Zeng Li's heart, reminding Zeng Li that everything was caused by her.

There were footsteps coming from the corridor outside the bedroom door, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor.

Subconsciously, Zeng Li suddenly raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door, nervous.

With a loud bang, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, hit the wall and trembled, and when it was about to bounce back, it was supported by a long arm.

Mo Zhiqian stood in front of the door, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was clearly dressed as a gentleman, but at this moment, he looked like a Rakshasa who had just stepped out of hell, exuding a terrifying hostility.

Zeng Li's bloodless lips moved, and before he could make a sound, Luo Sha, who was standing in front of the door, quickly walked over, grabbed her by the shoulders, and lifted her from the bed.

"Zeng Li!" Gritting his teeth, the two words showed his hatred.

"Mo Zhiqian..." Zeng Li was forced to prop himself up, half-sat on the bed, his messy long hair covered half of his face, but it was hard to hide the panic in his eyes.

"Zeng Li, you vicious woman!" Mo Zhiqian raised his palm like a pincer, and Zeng Li screamed "Ah..." and was thrown on the bed.

With a sound of "dong", the forehead hit the oak bedside, although it was not dizzy, it was still painful.

Reluctantly supporting his arms, Zeng Li raised his hand to gently wipe the painful forehead, it felt sticky, it should be red.

Putting down his hands, Zeng Li propped his hands on the bed, lying in a awkward position.

There was throbbing pain in the forehead, but Zeng Li smiled.

Her bloodless lips lifted slightly, and she laughed out loud, but those cold eyes overflowed with spring water, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.

Zeng Li raised his eyes, facing the stern gaze of the man standing in front of the bed, the smile on his lips remained undiminished.

She said, "Mo Zhiqian, if torturing me can bring you peace of mind, then you're welcome."

Zeng Li raised her face towards Mo Zhiqian, who was full of hostility, and her closed eyes showed her despair.

In the past, he was always sexually abusive, but now he is abusive to her family.

Mo Zhiqian's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and an unknown emotion flashed from the bottom of his eyes, so fast, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

Grabbing Zeng Li's arm again, and moving it in front of him, Zeng Li fell on the side of the bed in embarrassment, Mo Zhiqian's tall and stalwart figure was pressed down, his thin lips fell on Zeng Li's neck, and he gnawed Bite, no pity.

The pain came from the neck, and the artery seemed to be bitten off. Zeng Li bit his lip tightly, and tightly grasped the bed sheet under his body with both hands, without any struggle.

If she was still resisting vigorously at the beginning, then after a few times, she gave up.

Because, no matter how hard she struggled and resisted, what she got in exchange was Mo Zhiqian's more BT punishment.

In fact, when her younger sister Zeng Huiyun was crying downstairs, she should have thought that tonight was destined not to be a peaceful night.

Mo Zhiqian's lips and tongue spread all the way, and every time he passed by, he would bite hard and leave marks, as if he wanted to swallow Zeng Li into his stomach, but he couldn't understand the hatred in his heart.

Zeng Li never stopped screaming, but what really made her scream was Mo Zhiqian's heavy blow.

(End of this chapter)