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Moyan Chen eyes flash a little scarlet, thin lips cold cold and cold, a long time to draw up a cold smile: "I wait."

Some things, lost, outside, think he saw how much?

And some things, he clenched and let go of it. Even if it is absurd, he must verify it himself. Can he steal a bit of possibility from despair?

He waited. Waiting for that result.

Holding his hands tightly, he walked to the car with his long legs. Lanxi was dragged by him, and felt that he had not come back from the anger he had just been angry, and looked at him also a little scared.

So in his tall figure to pull her to the car, open the front passenger seat door to plug her in, and then buckle the seat belt and retreat to close the door moment, Lanxi realized that his anger was not for a while, his deep eyes in blood red has not faded, pale thin lips light tight, cold and frightening, on the car, two words do not say to start the car back.

Under the Moushi enterprise building, moziming slowly realized something after he gave out a cruel speech. He thought that since he was so bold, he had already been identified before, so determined?

The word wild seed, however, is often angry and involuntarily scolded out, who can put this situation in any family who can not doubt? What's more, the family property of Mu family is not only this small Mu family!!

- what if he was really a mojo?

Moziling Temple Temple suddenly jumped, bite teeth, inexplicable fear.

Then I thought about it all the time before I suddenly remembered - what happened? How can Moyan Chen be with Lanxi at this time? Is she not the top of senior high school review, how can she appear in this place late at night?

***The atmosphere in the car is very dull.

The window drives, the cold air comes in from the outside, cold and refreshing. Moyanchen arms are on the window. The long fingers curl up slightly, gently against the lip, and the deep eyes contain hidden anger. The cold deterrs people and doesn't know what to think.

Lanxi several times want to continue to write the test with a pen, but it can not be written.

On the one hand, she was too fast to look out of the window and felt afraid. On the other hand, the window was open. She was exposed to the school uniform with a bit cold and could not write words with her pen in her hand. The words on the exercises have become worms crawling.

The apartment is finally here.

Looking up at the scenery outside the window, Lan Xi's face is slightly red, and once again there is a sense of guilt. Yes, she told Ji Yao that she went home every night, but the fact is that she would come to the apartment of moyanchen every night.

Seeing moyanchen get off, she also wanted to get off the car with interest. She didn't expect that the car had just grasped the handle by her small hand, and she was pulled by the force road and she was stumbling. The exercise book on her knee was stumbling and splashing, and she almost fell out of it.

Moyan Chen eyes a color smothering, did not expect to be like this.

Lan Xi was pulled to the upper arm of the rib pain, light inhale, bite lip to look up at him, the water vapor in the pupil revealed a trace of sadness, then she bent to pick up her exercise book, and when she got up, she also hit with moyanchen's chin. Lan Xi covers his head and inhales, looks up and sees his cold face pass by, which makes her more cold and hard. She holds her in his arms, closes the door and locks it.

She doesn't know where to get him, is it just because they two men have just fought and she rushed over?

She can't guess the heart of Moyan Chen.

Anyone knows that when they get in, everything will be different.

The key was thrown on the shoe cabinet. Lanxi wanted to change the slippers with the shelf. But just took off his shoes, and a force pulled her into the man's arms behind her. She didn't respond. She only saw him slamming the door back He had to close it, and then his body turned over. His arms were cold and hot. The place close to his chest was hot, and the temperature on the surface of the suit was very cool because of the moisture at night. Lan Xi was still stunned, but her wrist was pulled up, the cuff of the school uniform was faded some, revealing some terrible red prints on her wrist.

I can't see the expression of moyanchen because he bowed his head and kissed the red seal.

Lan Xi felt a rush of water running up the spine, and arrived in her mind in a moment, which made her dizzy.

The long eyelashes trembled and her breath was tight - although his rough way of strength really hurt her, her skin was too thin to leave the mark for a long time, but This kind of action is too color. Love.

Just kiss the wrist, the temperature on his thin lip, but through each nerve tip to her to transmit the stream.

Lan Xi closed his eyes and couldn't stand it.

"Brother..."

Moyanchen finally lifted his eyes, and the deep eyes were like the glow of the whole thick night color. It was cold and unknown, and kissed her lips.

Lanxi was forced to open his eyes and saw the magnified handsome face coming near him. He remembered the scene just before the Moushi building. He thought that all three of them were mu, all of them were the children of Mu family. The feeling of taboo and evil came up again. Tears were flashing in her eyes. She said softly: "brother, you mouth corner Broken, it will hurt... ""Mu Ziming's punch was very powerful and fierce, and the bruise was looming.

Mu Yanchen covered her with cold breath all over her. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, and even hid her anger. She turned around on her lips and bit her. She opened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "do you think you make me ache less?"

This sound is a complaint.

The palm clasps her back brain, does not let her retreat, Prys open her teeth to kiss in, attacks the city fiercely.

This kind of extremely sober love and desire makes Lanxi's brain buzzing. When his tongue was sucked by him, and the strong pleasant telegram came to her, she was completely afraid. Finally, she could realize that she didn't want to, dare not. She could not mess with her own brother like this. Lun, however, the tip of his tongue couldn't retreat a little bit, but he could only swallow it deeper and deeper. The palm of his hand intruded into her school uniform, coldly clasping her slender boneless waist, forcing her to get closer.

Tears grew heavier and warmer, and her soft hand stretched out from his armpit, clinging helplessly to his back. Reason also constantly reminds her that she wanted to compromise, was willing to sink with him.

"I asked for the last time -- Lan Xi, do you want to mess with me to the end?"

"Hold me tight." Body tight to the extreme, mu Yanchen bow head cold in her ear said.

Lanxi shivered for a moment, but he could not help pulling his arms out of his armpit and tightening his neck. Mu Yanchen picked her up and felt that her feet were off the ground. She shivered helplessly and buried herself in his neck socket. However, in a dizzy moment when she fell into the bed, she called out softly. The zipper of the school uniform collar was opened, and his cold lips attacked her neck.

Without too gentle foreplay, mu Yanchen moves to attack her most sensitive and intolerable place, forcing her out of control.

He raised his head and tried to fall back, because the stimulation of his chest was intense. He bit and stabbed her gently with his teeth, and his knees intruded into her closed legs. Between them, he gently pushed up. Lan Xi wanted to bow back, but the big palm on the top of his head held her back for half a minute. Her waist was also pressed down. Then the edge of his trousers was invaded, and he went straight down to fasten the place he wanted her.

A sobbing murmur choked out of her mouth.

She didn't have time to say no, not at all.

"Are there classes tomorrow?" Mu Yanchen's deep and calm voice rings in his ears, pressing the last gushing desire. He knows that their Saturday class is only half a day.

Lanxi is at the top of the surging love tide, twisted by his fingers, his whole body is crazily sweating. He can't speak. He can only sob and tilt his face, pull the sheet tightly, and tremble with "um".

"Self study?" He continued to ask in a cold voice, tearing her clothes off impatiently, tearing off her tie and shirt and covering them.

The scalding hot hard arrived over, Lan Xi was afraid and stood up to hide behind.

“……！” She cried, trembling with pain, and felt completely dragged into hell.

Mu Yanchen droops his eyes, his forehead is blue and tight, and the dripping sweat is also seeping from each pore.

She clasped her fingers against his back, bit him in the socket of his neck and sobbed.

Half pain, half bitterness, whimpering with every thread of his nerve that was clamoring to commit a crime.

He closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't want to think about anything again. He focused on the matter of demanding her hard, devouring her lips and attacking fiercely. She was too sensitive to bear too much stimulation. This time, he seemed to deliberately force her into a desperate situation, dissolving her struggle from slight to violent, forcing her in. She was shaking violently but could not move at all FA makes a sound.

Lan Xi couldn't bear it. He grabbed the sheet and whispered his name, asking him to be light.

Mu Yanchen's eyes swept over the badge on her soft school uniform, clearly knew that she was a student, more clearly knew each other's blood taboos, and her deep eyes were covered with scarlet, which made her move faster and harder.

It's too late.

What blood relationship, what identification More than anyone else, he wanted to know whether the farce had a result and a future to speak of.

So as early as the day before he went abroad, as early as the day he walked out of her ward, he had already taken Mu Mingsheng's blood samples for testing. I was afraid of making mistakes, so I had to wait very seriously.

- how can he describe his feeling when he saw the RCP value in the test report at a high level of 99.87%?

Disillusionment.

Is all hope and vision, in an instant disillusionment feeling.

At that time, he even absurdly hoped that the word "wild seed" in Mu Minglu's mouth was true, and he didn't care. It didn't matter. But Where are so many possibilities in the world?

The probability of parent-child relationship was

RCP relative change of paternity