The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 134
Mo Rou didn't answer, but indicated with her eyes that she didn't want to listen to nonsense anymore.

Zhao Ziwei took steps upstairs. On the dark side that Mo Rou couldn't see, his face suddenly became ferocious, and a pair of deep eyes flashed with distorted ruthlessness!
Wait until I get 7% of Gong's shares, and then I will deal with you!

In his heart, Zhao Ziwei said harshly.

Unbeknownst to him, when he went upstairs, Mo Rou quickly took a brand new fruit knife from the kitchen, and hid it in the interlayer of the sofa cushion.

In less than 5 minutes, Zhao Ziwei went downstairs with a roll of tape and stepped two or three steps with one foot, which showed his urgency.

"Rou'er, the divorce agreement has also been signed, and the master tape is also given to you, you..."

Mo Rou made a 'shh' gesture to him, raised her throat and drank a big gulp of the wine, her charming face revealed a seductive smile, and the long and narrow eyes with exquisite eyeliner seemed to fascinate her, sucking her in Zhao Ziwei's heart and soul, she tore off the coat on her body, threw it on the ground in a seductive posture, kicked off her shoes, and approached him with a seductive figure.

Two slender arms wrapped around Zhao Ziwei's neck, tiptoes were raised high, and Yeyan's red lips kissed his lips proactively.

The beauty threw herself into her arms, Zhao Ziwei of course happily accepted it.

Suddenly, a mouthful of strong wine came over, and the tip of Mo Rou's tongue penetrated into the root of his throat, and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, which were full of provocation.

Zhao Ziwei is the one who does not allow women to provoke him the most. Almost immediately, he swallowed the wine she had brought over in one gulp, then picked her up in his arms, and threw her on the sofa rudely, his burly body pressed tightly against her. go up.

"Ziwei, I miss you in bed...I want to have one last carnival with you..." Mo Rou straightened up, biting Zhao Ziwei's ear with her red lips, luring him to commit a crime.

Zhao Ziwei was ecstatic. The man's ability was praised, which made his reason fluttering. He wrapped his iron-like arms around Mo Rou's fragrant shoulders, buried his head in her ear, and said with a shameless smile: "Rou'er, I will Knowing that you are unusual, you look pure, but you are extremely slutty, the taste of you is really good..."

As he spoke, he tore off the tight-fitting bottoming shirt on Mo Rou's body, separated by...

Mo Rou's chin rested on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes opened without a trace of sinking, she was sober and almost terrifying.

Then, Zhao Ziwei's movements became more and more urgent, and when the thing holding her was getting hotter and hotter, her right hand quietly touched into the interlayer of the sofa cushion, and her fingers touched the coldness of the steel blade.

"呲-"

The ice-cold fruit knife pierced Zhao Ziwei's back fiercely with a fierce light, and the crisp sound of the blade and flesh echoed in every corner of the room.

Zhao Ziwei's body shook violently a few times, he raised his head from her chest, his eye sockets shrank suddenly, he raised his hand, and wanted to slap her face hard, but unexpectedly, his right hand fell from the air feebly .

"You...what did you do..."

Zhao Ziwei asked pantingly. The severe pain in his back caused layers of cold sweat to ooze from his forehead, and warm blood flowed out, dyeing his entire back red all of a sudden.

Holding a fruit knife dripping with blood, Mo Rou pushed away Zhao Ziwei who was paralyzed on her body, and stood barefoot beside the sofa. Her beautiful face became ferocious and terrifying, and the hatred in her eyes made her look like Like a female ghost in hell, she is full of revenge.

"When I lived here for a month, when I saw a knife, I wanted to hide it somewhere, the most convenient way to kill you; when I saw wine, I thought about what kind of medicine to put in it, so that you would lose the ability to fight back." Ability, I see the water and want to drown you, see the clothes and belts and want to suffocate you... This room hides my hatred everywhere, I want to kill your heart, you are ridiculous and pathetic, you actually Still daydreaming ignorantly, do you think that I, Mo Rou, will always be in your hands and have no power to fight back?"

Zhao Ziwei's eyes showed fear, he dragged his weak and powerless body, and dodged Mo Rou's approach bit by bit.

The cold sweat on the forehead dripped in clusters.

"I know you love money, you love wine, these two things will make you lose your guard the fastest, and, I also know your arrogance, you think that I am a woman with no strength, and I must not be able to beat you Right? Right? But why don’t you think about it, if I’m going to fight you head-on, how can I come here alone today? I won’t be so stupid as to take the initiative to die…” Mo Rou smiled, with no warmth, the murder weapon in her hand Full of threats, she went on to say: "And you are the one who took the initiative to die."

The bloody knife tip slowly touched Zhao Ziwei's left cheek, Mo Rou's eyes were crazy and bloodthirsty, full of murderous intent, without any kindness.

As the saying goes, if you don't belong to the same family, if you don't enter the family, they are all ruthless people, and Zhao Ziwei's current fate is mostly due to his arrogance. He urgently found what he wanted from Mo Rou. Strong in desire, he tortured her cruelly, choking her throat with a roll of pornographic tape, he thought that she would not be able to fly out of his palm.

Therefore, he lowered his guard against her, but in fact, Mo Rou's ruthlessness was definitely ten times more ruthless than what he thought.

"Rou'er..." Zhao Ziwei trembled.

He tried it a few times in the dark, but he couldn't use any of his strength, his head became more and more tired, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. He knew that there was something wrong with that glass of wine, and she put sleeping pills in it!

"Rou'er, let me go... There is a saying that a one-night couple is a hundred days old, you just praised my bed... Okay, don't kill me, I will serve you well, and I will do whatever you want me to do." What are you doing, Rou'er, I was wrong, I really really know I was wrong..."

Zhao Ziwei repeatedly begged for mercy, and his dizziness became more and more intense, but he didn't dare to faint. Once he fainted, it meant that he would be slaughtered by Morou, a bitch, so he leaned back fiercely, the wound seeping blood There was more intense pain, and a pained moan came out of his mouth, and his increasingly chaotic consciousness temporarily dissipated a little because of the intense pain.

Mo Rou let out a sarcastic laugh, she lowered her head, approached Zhao Ziwei with a terrifyingly beautiful face, and said with a sneer: "Zhao Ziwei, I will never make the mistake you made, that day in the hospital, you were so ugly because of your ugly psychology Let me go, but I will never let the tiger go back to the mountain..."

The fruit knife moved down slowly, piercing the flesh on Zhao Ziwei's face, but he didn't dare to move, his eyes widened, and he saw that the knife in Mo Rou's hand reached the position of his left heart.

The fear of death frightened him, his face was almost pale and bloodless.

(End of this chapter)