Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 244 Losing You Is Worse Than Losing Your Life

She is not cold and tired, she is not sure that she can really quit love.

Why own what you can't grasp?

Hearing this, the man's eyes trembled, with pain and grievance in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to caress her face, and said word by word: "You underestimate me."

She underestimated his feelings for her.

If he could really quit, why did he keep pestering her, why did he waste his time on her?

He could have withdrawn at this time, and the two of them would have nothing to do with each other ever since.

What's more, he didn't intend to quit at all.

Qiao Yimo's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, her face paled.

Such deep and strong eyes made her feel like she was sinking again, and she couldn't even refute his words.

It's like a doomed ending no matter how hard you struggle.

Leng Juan looked at her painful and hesitant eyes, and his heart twitched suddenly.

I've known her for nearly a year, and I've never seen her so vulnerable.

The man's peach blossom eyes stared at Qiao Yimo with gloomy danger, and his big hands tightly grasped her shoulders, "If you still don't believe me, you will destroy me."

While talking, he took out an mm-14 pistol from the desk drawer and put it in Qiao Yimo's hand.

More painful than losing her than losing her life.

"If you don't believe me, you can shoot." The man's thin lips curled up. It was obviously such painful words, but they were so pampering when they came out of his mouth.

Qiao Yimo held the gun in her hand and looked at the man's chest. She knew that if she pressed down with her index finger, she would have no weakness.

He smiled softly and seductively, "You know what? Losing you is more painful than killing me."

Qiao Yimo clenched her small hands tightly, and pointed the gun to the man's chest, "Have you thought about it yet?"

"Shoot." The man interrupted her directly.

"Leng tired, have you made up your mind? If I recognize you, I won't let you go! If you don't want me, I will kill you myself." Qiao Yimo bit her lip, her face turned pale.

The next second, the gun slipped from her palm.

Hearing this, Leng Juan hugged her tightly in his arms, with great strength, his chest ached.

The man seemed to want to rub her into his bones to fuse them into one.

"I'm no longer your opponent! You can kill or scrape whatever you want." His voice was hoarse and dull.

Qiao Yimo raised her pale face, and kissed the man's lips instead.

A strange and irritating feeling slowly spread in the mouth.

This seems to be called the taste of love.

"I like you." The man moved his thin lips, said something hoarsely, and then kissed Qiao Yimo's lips again.

The scorching heat made Qiao Yimo even more confused.

Her little hand rubbed the man's body all the way up, up, and then stopped on his distinct collarbone, then broke free from the man's thin lips, and bit down hard on the position of his collarbone.

"Yeah" Leng Juan snorted in pain.

As if this wasn't enough, Qiao Yimo bit his neck hard again, and stopped when he tasted the blood.

She raised her eyes, looked at the man with her cloudy eyes, and said hoarsely, "I'll give it back to you."

Hearing this, Leng Juan's phoenix eyes opened slightly, and he couldn't help chuckling.

"Revenge?"

He also bit her neck last time, so he's back now?
Qiao Yimo didn't deny it, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips, it smelled like blood.

Leng Juan's eyes became more and more gloomy, did she know that a simple, small movement could rekindle his fire.

(End of this chapter)