Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 172 Messilo, You Are My Man
Seeing her serious look, Moxiluo hooked her long arms, pressed her head into his arms, and laughed lowly.

The little girl is jealous...

"Did you hear?" Feng Sumo waved his hand away, staring at him with beautiful eyes, as if he would not give up until he nodded.

Moxiluo admired her jealous expression, and asked lazily, "Why?"

The casual tone made Feng Sumo depressed. He sat up, looked down at him lying down, and announced domineeringly, "Because, you are my man!"

The words are very flamboyant, and the eyes are still fierce, but it just makes Mexilo feel happy physically and mentally.

"I'm very picky." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and his black eyes looked into hers. Mocilo said leisurely, "I'm so picky that I only have feelings for one woman."

"Really?" Knowing that he was referring to himself, Feng Sumo felt a little better, but the anger in his eyes did not subside.

Moxiluo ran away gently, supported her body, pressed her towards him, and bit her collarbone hard, as if punishing, "Feng Sumo, how dare you doubt me?"

"It hurts!" Feng Sumo muttered in a low voice, and rubbed the place where he had bitten, showing his teeth, feeling very sorry for his collarbone that was always tossed by him.

"It hurts?" Moxiluo didn't seem to have any intention of introspection. There was even a smile on the corner of his lips, and he added casually, "The pain will be more profound."

The corners of Feng Sumo's lips twitched, he lifted his skirt, pointed at his shoulder, and poked it with his beautiful fingertips, "Do you want to try this profound taste too?"

"I've already tried it." Moxiluo's tone was indifferent as his eyes flicked to the bite marks on his face that were almost invisible.

For the previous 12 years, he had been trying, and the mark on his shoulder when she was five years old was the best proof.

Feng Sumo followed his gaze, fixed on the imprint on his shoulder, and suddenly felt sore, "Who bit it?"

"you."

"..." Her masterpiece?
The small bite mark looks like it was left many years ago. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

Although the relationship with Moxiluo is the closest, but for a long time before, when the two met naked, Feng Sumo was forced to, not to mention the bite marks that were so light that they were easily overlooked. She wasn't even in the mood to look at his face.

After the relationship between the two developed further, she saw his naked body, but she didn't notice such details.

Fingertips lightly slid across the bite mark, Feng Sumo smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Starting so early, he has already left her imprint on him...

……

Looking at the underworld in Monaco, there are two big gangs. One is Cloud Gate, which has been established for more than a hundred years. He is a middle-aged man, and his appearance is rarely seen by anyone.

Cloud Gate, the meeting hall.

A slender figure stood alone by the window, looking out of the window with cold eyes, a golden mask covering his true face.

"Master." The door was pushed open, and a soft and slow footstep sounded in the room.

The man by the window didn't even turn his head, and his deep voice was cold, "Mexilo didn't notice your abnormality, did he?"

"After I brought Feng Sumo out of the palace, I went back to the palace to help find someone. I probably didn't notice." Hannah stood behind the man, her purple eyes were mysterious and beautiful.

The disappearance time is so short, it is very simple to find an excuse for yourself.

"Thank you." The corners of the man's lips curled up in a golden mask, and his eyes became deeper and deeper as he looked out of the window.

He is not the boss of this gang, but he has the highest power over anyone here. For him, manipulation is very simple...

(End of this chapter)