Lucky to Have You Till the End

Her words made him tremble severely.

His true face?

Perhaps!

In order to get what he wants, he will do whatever it takes.

Her lips trembled and she wanted to say something, but he suddenly lowered his head and pressed her lips hard.

It seemed angry, sad, or weak, he pried her teeth away, swept her lips directly, entangled her pink tongue, stirred, entangled.

Tang Xinyan did not expect that he would dare to kiss her. She was angry and anxious, and pushed him hard with both hands, but he was like a copper wall and couldn't push it anyway.

He kissed deeply. At first, she resisted strongly, but later, she didn't resist.

However, there was no response.

He stopped, his eyes gloomy, and looked at her deeply.

There was a layer of mist in her eyes, like a pool of death, without any waves.

She doesn't hate him, but she can't love him anymore.

Little by little, Wei Mo Chi loosened the big palm around her waist, his hands clenched into fists, and on the back of his hands, cyan blood vessels burst forth.

His Adam's apple was rolling, his thin lips opened, and he didn't say a word.

Tang Xinyan pressed the elevator, and as soon as the door opened, she walked in quickly, as if the people behind him were a scourge.

...

Back at the apartment, looking at Liu Yue who was waiting in the living room, Tang Xinyan wiped the tears on her face, she walked over and called out softly, "Mom."

Liu Yue handed a warm handbag to Tang Xinyan, "Mom warmed the milk with you." Then, she went to the kitchen and brought out the milk from the microwave.

Now her mother's mental condition has improved. Even if she lost Mo Chiwei, she still has her mother and her closest relatives.

After a sip of milk, she looked at her fairly flat belly.

In addition to her mother, she has her baby.

She is not alone.

...

Mo Chiwei stood in front of the elevator for a long time.

He closed his blood-stained eyes, punched it hard against the wall.

Fingers were immediately dripping with blood.

After a long time, he returned to the car.

He turned off the heating, lowered the window, and accelerated the speed. It seemed that he could not feel the cold, and the sharp wind blew on his face.

At four in the morning, Aunt Wang heard the door opening, and she got up and looked at the living room.

Seeing Mo Chiwei who was drenched and pale, she said worriedly, "Sir--"

Mo Chiwei waved his hand and motioned to Aunt Wang to ignore him.

He went into the bedroom, took a shower in the bathroom, and fell on the bed in his robe.

The next day Aunt Wang got up to make breakfast, and she knocked on the bedroom door.

"Sir, breakfast is ready."

No one in the bedroom responded to her.

Aunt Wang thought that Mo Chi was still resting, and did not dare to knock on the door.

She waited in the living room for nearly an hour, and saw that Mo Chi hadn't gotten up at 8 o'clock in the morning. You must know that during the days when she came to work as a servant, Mo Chi never got up before 7 o'clock.

What's going on today?

Didn’t the husband go to the island to chase his wife?

Why did you come back alone last night?

...

bedroom.

It seems that Mo Chiwei hasn't slept so much for many years, but he slept unsteadily.

After closing his eyes, nightmares continued, and cold sweat on his forehead continued to flow down his stern face.

In the dim basement, only a five or six-year-old boy was **** in the corner. A man wearing a mask came over with a sneer, pulled off the belt, and threw unpleasant urine on his face.

As soon as the picture turned, he came back from school with his schoolbag on his back. Just when he walked into the community, he saw the skyrocketing fire. A group of people gathered in front of the villa. The firefighters came out carrying several stretchers. On the stretchers were a few covered with white cloth. Dead body.

Dreamland kept switching locations. He and a few teenagers who were also bruised and bruised were thrown into the Tibetan mastiff field. They held a dagger in their hands. First they had to survive the fierce Tibetan mastiff’s mouth, and then they had to fight with them. Fight with the little boy who is locked up, kill his companions, and only the one who wins in the end can survive.

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嘤嘤嘤, there is no monthly pass, and there are no recommended tickets~~ I have abandoned Miaomiao after it was on the shelves~

There is noon~