Mr.Huo spoils his wife deeply

"Really?" Xiao Yebai's tone was faint.

Mo only nodded, "my father asked me to study hard and take my diploma. In the future, I can go to the company to help you. He showed me Mo's data in recent years, but I just can't understand it."

"What information?" Xiao Yebai was still in that faint tone.

"It's the law..." Mo's only words were half, and his face suddenly changed. "It's over. I put the USB flash disk in my schoolbag. The schoolbag is in the box. My father said that the document is very important and can't be shown to others. What should I do..."

Before he finished, Xiao Yebai had picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number, "Rong an."

Listen, he told Rong'an to go to the box to get his schoolbag. Mo only immediately added, "let him pay for the box."

Xiao Yebai: "

**

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was a burst of thunder outside the window.

Soon, the lightning and thunder in the night sky, the original intermittent and almost negligible gentle rain, suddenly turned into a downpour.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that the rain is filled in an instant. It's bleak and dark. I can't see it at all.

Rong an put Mo's only coat and bag back in the car.

Turning around, he looked at the dark rain, his fists hanging on his side, and suddenly held them tightly together.

In the rain and fog, he returned to the women's bathroom of the building again.

……

So when song Quan woke up in a burst of severe pain, he saw the man standing in front of him.

He was wearing a simple black suit and trousers, holding the baton that had been thrown on the ground by Xiao Yebai.

There was a flash of lightning and thunder outside, and the white light suddenly swept through the dark bathroom. The violent and ferocious look on his face was terrible.

Song Quan felt terrible pain all over. He was hit on the shoulder by a baton just now.

He shrunk, his face full of extreme fear.

He hasn't forgotten that the last time, this man beat his face crooked. He was going to beat him to death!

"Do you know who the woman you wanted to invade just now?" Rong an's voice sounded low without waves.

Listening to song Quan is like the voice of the king of hell.

He dare not speak.

Just now he just scolded a few bitches and was kicked away by the little white face.

Beautiful women really have many flies around. These two are for women's sake.

Rong an stood there, holding a baton, condescending and continued, "her name is mo only. She is the little princess of Nancheng Mohism. Nancheng Mohism. Haven't you heard of it?"

Song Quan's eyes widened sharply.

Nancheng Mohism?

That's not on the road

Before he could figure it out, Rong'an raised her hand and hit him with a stick.

"Ah!" Song Quan screamed.

Next, one stick after another, Rong an didn't blink, just like he was just repeating mechanical actions and hitting him constantly.

Song Quan kept rolling and screaming on the ground. The blood from his body gradually dyed the floor of the bathroom red.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning and thunder outside the window projected on the face of the man with the baton.

His eyes were scarlet, his cheeks and jaws clenched, and the ferocity revealed in his expression was like being able to light two fires and burn up the rolling men on the ground.

I don't know how long it was until song Quan lay on the ground and was dying. All his body, including the surroundings, was covered with blood. Rong an finally stopped.

He gasped slightly and dropped the iron bar with a bang.

The whole bathroom was filled with a smell of blood.

The rainstorm outside the window is still raging.

**

Mohist villa.

Unlike the rainstorm outside the window, the bedroom on the second floor is as bright as day, warm and quiet.

The bathroom is full of heat and fragrance.

Mo was the only one lying in the bathtub, naked, with only his face exposed, and two hands wrapped in gauze outside.

Listening to the thunder outside, she began to shout, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai."

After a burst of footsteps, the man in home came in.

Mo only raised his arm, "I've soaked it."

Xiao Yebai came over, took her hand and let her stand up in the bathtub.

Press the water outlet switch, he took the pengpeng head on one side, tried the temperature, and then began to wash her white and slender body.

After finishing, he took the towel on one side and began to wipe it at her.

He didn't wear glasses. His eyebrows and eyes were clean and gentle, but his face didn't change.

From head to foot, including between legs, they rubbed one by one so calmly and calmly.

Instead, Mo only blushed.

Finally, when Xiao Yebai pulled the white bath towel and wrapped her body, Mo only raised his arms around his neck and was picked up by him like a child.

She looked at the man's gentle and handsome appearance and couldn't help asking, "Xiaobai, in case I get old and can't lift my hands and feet and walk, will you take care of me like this?"

Xiao Yebai looked at her faintly, "I'm older than you."

"Er..."

The ink could not help but make complaints about it.

In this case, shouldn't you say "yes" without blinking?

However, she just likes such incomprehensible amorous feelings and will not deliberately say good words to cater to her Xiaobai.

Raised his head and kissed him on his beautiful thin lips. Mo said sweetly, "I'll take care of you then."

Xiao Yebai looked at her with a slight movement of eyebrows and eyes, and then.

"Yes."

Mo only once again: "

It's so cold!

Unable to help and make complaints about it in my heart.