Lay Down My Bad Husband

Lin Ziyi was so excited that he subconsciously blocked the dress that he had not thrown out from his hand in front of his chest and shrank on the wall.

On the sofa, the tall man was trapped there. The cigarette between his fingertips was on the verge of burning to the end, but he didn't smoke at all.

Even when she left the parliament building, she hurried down to talk with him.

How come when I was with him, I didn't see her talking like a trumpet? In front of Li Moyan, is there so much to say?

Just after Lin Ziyi's reaction, the man threw away the cigarette at his fingertips and walked forward at a speed that was not similar to others. In an instant, he came to Lin Ziyi. One hand went through her long hair, clasped the back of her head, and the other hand rubbed back and forth on Lin Ziyi's lip.

"Well, Tang Su, what are you doing?"

The man starts, it is fast and ruthless really, the hand that rubs on Lin Ziyi lip flap, made her ache all of a sudden.

"Tang Su, let go..."

Lin Ziyi went to push him, but before his voice of resistance came out, he was sealed in his lips by the overbearing man in front of him.

"Well..."

The man's kiss, urgent and fierce, with a fanatical overbearing atmosphere, seemed to swallow linziyi's breath and consciousness.

Lin Ziyi bears the man's crazy kiss, and the pain from her lips makes her gradually regain her independent consciousness and begin to struggle against it.

She punched and kicked men, but it was useless. The man in front of her was like a mountain peak, trapping her between him and the wall. No matter how uneasy she twisted and struggled, he didn't mean to let her go.

"Well Tang Su... "

At this moment, Lin Ziyi's tears of fear and fear rolled out of her eyes uncontrollably. She was pushed between the man and the wall, shaking like chaff.

The action on the man's hand, at this instant, because of Lin Ziyi's cry of fear, he stopped.

In my mind, I can't help thinking of the scene in the old warehouse in the eastern suburbs half a month ago.

Over the past six years, Lin Ziyi's suffering is not enough? Does he really want to push her to the corner that he will never touch?

Eyebrows, suddenly a twist, the man let go, let go of the little woman he resisted.

"Lin Ziyi, don't you want a son?" In the dark, the man glared at the woman with tears on his chest, "send yourself to the presidential palace, and your son is yours."

Words fall, the man turns around, strides to the door, grab the door and go.

Because, he is really afraid, afraid that if he stays, he will really do something irreparable.

Hear the door "bang!" Lin Ziyi opened his eyes slowly. A pair of eyes washed by tears were very bright in the dark.

Tang Su, you bastard, I hate you, I hate you!

In the extended version of Rolls Royce, Li Moyan leans back in the chair with his eyes closed. The black bow tie on his neck is pulled off and left on the back seat at will. At the moment, because there is no Lin Ziyi in the car, the whole car is a little breathless with low air pressure.

Tang Su makes him a gun envoy. Even though they are going to do the same thing, Li Moyan is still upset.