marriage to pregnancy

Chapter 80 Please me?Give you a chance!
God knows, she really didn't mean that!She didn't want to step on two boats with one foot!

Can't tell, the way is unknown, but Mo Wan is in a mess in the wind.

The relationship deteriorated again, and they lived under the same roof again. Mo Wan felt very uncomfortable, but he could probably guess that it was his conversation with his aunt in the afternoon that made him unhappy.

Maybe it's because of the compassion of a woman's nature, or maybe it's because she has a similar past with him. Ever since she learned about Yan Qingyu's past, every time she saw him, the more indifferent and ruthless he was, the more she seemed to feel the coldness behind the ice. The little-known loneliness and loneliness, the more I can understand his reaction, the more heartbroken it is.

On a day off, everyone seemed to be more tired than going to work. After dinner, they all went back to their rooms early.

Yan Qingyu didn't touch any of the desserts baked by his aunt.He always felt that he ate very little for dinner that day, and his mood was very low. Subconsciously, Mo Wan wanted to do something for him.

After the crowd dispersed, she went back to the kitchen, cooked the noodles and ingredients that were not too sweet, baked six tender and crispy egg tarts, and brought them back to the room happily.

On the sofa, Yan Qingyu was flipping through the documents and glanced at the dinner plate in his hand. Mo Wan didn't dare to go up to disturb her, so she sat on the bedside, picked one up by herself, and gnawed on it while waiting.

Seeing that the egg tart was getting colder and colder, she was hesitating whether to microwave it again. When she looked up, she saw Yan Qingyu closed the document, got up, got up, and she greeted her with a flattering expression:

"Are you hungry? Would you like an egg tart..."

Seeing the golden pastry, Yan Qingyu's face darkened, and he raised his hand angrily and threw it out: "Don't insult me ​​with that woman's things!"

She clearly has another man in her heart, yet she still shows courtesy to him? !Are you trying to redeem that family?Raccoons of the same feather!
Staring at Mo Wan, Yan Qingyu suddenly gritted his teeth with hatred, and then sneered softly: "Hypocrisy!"

"Don't waste it if you don't eat it! I've been making these egg tarts for a long time..."

She knew it well, even though she was upset, Mo Wan's tone was not tough, she just looked at the snacks scattered on the ground with a bit of aggrieved eyes.Muttering to explain, Mo Wan bent down and gently picked it up again.

Fortunately, there were still two on the dinner plate and did not fall out of the tap.

With his eyes downcast, the corners of Yan Qingyu's lips were instantly pursed into a line, and he threw off his suit obviously irritatedly, and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie.

Standing up and putting down the plate, Mo Wan looked at him for a while before speaking again: "I... put the bath water for you!"

She didn't want to stay silent like this all the time, but besides this sentence, she didn't know what else she could say.

As soon as Mo Wan turned around, there was a sudden tugging force on his wrist, and the next second, his whole body was wrapped in his arms, and a powerful masculine breath came over him that could not be ignored.

The sculpted face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help being startled, Mo Wan raised his arms: "You...what are you doing?!"

"Aren't you impatient to please me? I can...give you a chance right now!"

Forcefully restraining Mo Wan's soft figure, Yan Qingyu's dangerous eyes lingered evilly on her body for a week.

"Uh?"

For a while, he didn't hear the deep meaning behind Yan Qingyu's words, and thought that he was also trying to clear up the suspicion with him, so he was obviously taken aback, and Mo Wan immediately raised his head in a ignorant manner, with the intention of listening attentively.

The big rough palm slowly moved up, passed through Mo Wan's soft and smooth hair, and settled on the back of the head. With a sudden force, it was so fast that Yan Qingyu's cold lips pressed heavily against her pink and moist lips. The soft and bright red mouth pried open her braided teeth——

(End of this chapter)