Mr.President, don't be too bad

Si Mo's face became more gloomy. After a long time of racing, he suddenly stopped the car by the side of the road.

A series of horns and curses sounded from behind the car, but Si Mo ignored them. He untied Xia Yiwan's seat belt, grabbed her behind him, bowed his head and kissed her.

Xia Yiwan was startled by his sudden action, subconsciously raised his hand to block, but he hit Si Mo's face impartially.

Sima's action was a meal, the green tendons on his forehead jumped abruptly, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks tightened. Then he stretched out his hand to imprison Xia Yiwan on the chair, put down the car chair with the other hand, and rolled over and pressed Xia Yiwan.

Xia Yiwan was shocked by his expression and couldn't speak.

Si Mo didn't intend to let her paint and calligraphy. He bent his head and grabbed her lips, sucked the tip of her tongue, and forced her to tangle with herself. His heavy breath was mixed with strong anger and emotion desire.

Xia Yiwan was suppressed and couldn't breathe. He could only twist his body and struggle.

Her struggle made Si Mo completely lose his mind. With a big hand, her skirt was lifted, and Si Mo's hand leaned down.

Xia Yiwan was surprised, "go away! Go away! "

This is the highway. There are all traffic outside. He actually

"Why, still thinking of Gu Chen?" Si Mo sneered: "shall I call him to come and watch our performance?"

"Si Mo! You're crazy! "

Xia Yiwan has been unable to describe the fear and fear at the bottom of her heart, but she has no way to escape.

Sima sneered: "I'm fucking crazy!" Then he untied his belt.

"No! Go away! " Xia Yiwan beat the man desperately.

Just now, she couldn't accept being kissed by Si Mo in front of Gu Chen. Si Mo's move now makes her fragile mood on the verge of collapse.

But she didn't understand that her resistance and struggle would only aggravate Sima's anger.

"Ah!" Sharp pain came, and Xia Yiwan couldn't help crying out.

Looking at her frown, Si Mo turned away.

They all say that they speak the truth when they are drunk.

The first moment she vaguely opened her eyes, she called Gu Chen's name, not him.

"You let go of me!" Xia Yiwan's tears fell uncontrollably, and her hands struggled desperately, "you devil! Go away! "

"It's late in summer. I hate betrayal most. You deserve it! " The handsome face of a man is occupied by coldness.

Inside the sealed car, the cry of summer night is intertwined with the sound of body collision.

After a long time, everything returned to calm. Si Mo sorted out his clothes and sat back in the driver's seat.

Xia Yiwan lay on the chair, his face gray and silent.

SMER smoked two cigarettes in a row and started the car.

On the way back to dijingtiancheng villa, Xia Yiwan didn't make a sound or cry, but lay quietly like a lifeless cloth doll.

At the villa, Si Mo got out of the car with a black face, took two steps but turned back, opened the co pilot's door and reached out to hold Xia Yiwan.

Xia Yiwan pushed him away and said calmly, "I can go by myself."

Si Mo gritted his teeth: "summer is late, don't you don't know good or bad!"

Xia Yiwan looked up at him and said with a sneer, "your so-called good is to hold me again after you raped me?"

Si Mo was stunned, but Xia Yi had stumbled into the villa.

"Bang!" Sima's clenched fist hit the car hard.

Betrayed him and looked righteous. Was she sure that he had nothing to do with her?