The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 3 Mo Yuchi

Tang Yimo took a deep breath, she was not surprised that he could see through the tricks of the Tang family.

However, she could clearly hear his even and clear breathing, and his very strong heartbeat. How could he be a dying person who needs to be cheered up to survive?
Maybe it was because they were too close at this time, I just felt that my cheeks were extremely hot.

She was imprisoned by him, she couldn't see his face, and she could only see his thin but sexy lips and his perfectly lined jaw from the side.

Suddenly, the man pursed his lips: "Give me a reason, the one who got married, why is it you?"

Tang Yimo settled down, and talked about business with him in the most ambiguous manner: "Mo Xiqing, what you need is a girl from the Tang family to congratulate you. I am the eldest daughter, which is more suitable in essence. Besides, I and Your horoscope matches."

The man hooked his lips with interest: "Oh? Do you still know the horoscope?"

Tang Yimo didn't like his frivolity very much, and frowned slightly, wanting to struggle.

However, as soon as he moved, he was severely pressed down by the man. There was a scent of sandalwood on his body, lingering in his nostrils, which inexplicably made her feel very dangerous.

The chest was pressed against her, and for a moment, what happened on that thunderous night five years ago came to her mind, making her breathless.

She resists too close contact with the opposite sex, even if this man is about to become her future husband.

Suddenly, the man's hand landed on her cheek, as if checking it, it slipped down a little bit, lifted her chin, and forced her to look directly at him.

At this moment, she saw his face clearly.

Just like the person in the painting, the chiseled face, straight eyebrows, high nose bridge, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth make people feel too seductive.

Tang Yimo's breathing was tight: "Mo Xiqing, what are you doing?"

"I'm not Messing."

Hearing this, Tang Yimo was shocked. In an instant, his eyes turned cold, and with a movement of his little hand, a small part of the silver needle was exposed from it.

The silver needle flashed in the moonlight, and the man didn't escape his sight. He grabbed her wrist, making her unable to fight back, and then overturned her.

After a whirlwind, she lay on the sofa, and he crushed her to death.

Just for a moment, close to each other.

She was breathing heavily, feeling humiliated, yet unable to move.

At first, she thought that it was a grievance between the rich and powerful, and that Mo Xiqing deliberately pretended to be ill, but it turned out that he was not Mo Xiqing at all.

Slowly, Tang Yimo calmed down, and said word by word: "I don't care what your purpose is, but this is the Mo family. If you want to survive, I advise you to let go. I will give you money if you want it. Don't even think about it!"

"I can't tell, the little girl has a bit of blood." The man smiled, and then slowly took the silver needle from her hand.

He bowed his head next to her ear, his voice was three parts lazy and seven parts evil: "Girls, don't touch the needle, sharp things will hurt others and yourself."

The man's fiery gas sprayed on the back of her neck, making her shiver uncontrollably due to the numbness.

When she thought that this was her future husband's room, but she was pressed on the sofa by another man in such a shameful posture, she became extremely angry.

She was trying to break free and took a deep breath: "Who the hell are you?"

"Mo Yuchi."

Tang Yimo was dumbfounded.

Isn't he the rumored brother of Mo Xiqing who is ignorant, cynical, and accomplished nothing?

Seeing her today really opened her eyes.

Tang Yimo only felt angry: "Mo Yuchi, get out!"

The man curled his lips into a lazy smile, and his deep voice was hoarse and flirtatious: "My brother is paralyzed in bed. As a younger brother, I naturally have to check him up."

Hearing this, Tang Yimo panicked, tried to look at him, but could only see his sexy slightly raised chin, and asked coldly, "What do you want to check?"

(End of this chapter)