Sweetheart,Don't run away

But the man's eyes, completely cold up, no trace of warmth.

It seems that he is determined to do it, and must do it.

Regardless of her appearance, Mo Yanke turned and left. As if unwilling to stay more.

Aimeng struggled to get up, but in front of him he was black and almost fainted. It took several deep breaths to slow down. But the man has opened the door and gone.

At that time, it was 8 o'clock in the morning. The sun rose little by little outside. It was not affected by the heavy snow at all. On the contrary, it was bright. There was no closed curtain, so you can see the outside clearly.

After a night of snow, now she has accumulated a thin layer. She is powerless to sit on the bed, but confused her mind. Finally, she is scarred.

That day, she sat so silly all day, dripping water did not touch, and then just covered his head, leaning on his knees, black hair has long been messy.

That night, perhaps out of revenge, or for some other reason, Mo Yanke brought a woman back. Because of the quiet of the villa, she can hear the outside sound even if she doesn't go out of the house.

"Mr. Mo, your family is so big."

"Yes, do you like it?"

"Mr. Mo, you are so bad. Don't make people here. They will be ticklish. I'll take it off myself. Are we here or going back to our room?"

Aimeng just sits on the bed and doesn't talk. She listens and wishes she could be deaf.

But they did it on purpose, or Mo Yanke did it on purpose. Although she covered her ears, she could still hear the outside voice clearly.

Suddenly, it was the sound of the door being knocked open. Aimeng looked up confused, his eyes wide open, looking at the two people.

"Mr. Mo, who is this? Is there a woman hiding in your family? You are so bad. You still want us to come together." The woman smiles and tears away Mo Yanke's clothes.

"It's just an outsider who is nothing. We don't need to pay attention to it. Let's continue."

Then the woman didn't say anything. She took Mo Yanke by the neck and wrapped her body around him like a koala. Then she went out laughing.

The door was not closed. Aimeng could hear the woman's exaggerated voice, and some words that she could not listen to and made her blush.

She trembled with anger and finally burst into tears. She thought that she was very strong, but in fact, she was not. She was still very fragile. In the face of this kind of thing, she would still shed tears. Maybe she loved that man, otherwise she would not see the scene and feel uncomfortable. The place of her heart was like a knife stabbing into it, which hurt. It really hurts. It hurts.

She has always known that people like Mo Yanke can't be just her. She didn't know that there were too many young models in the past. She overestimated herself.

It turns out that she is not the only one. No wonder he said that he would be happier if he didn't have the fetters of children. Or did he think that she had given him a green hat and that the child in her stomach belonged to Jinghao? But why didn't he ask her who the child belonged to? Why didn't he ask her and set her a death penalty.

How could he be so cruel.

The outside voice continued to come, but she blurred her eyes,

she suddenly stood up, and then maybe she was too weak, suddenly the whole person didn't stand firm, her head hit the bedside table, and her hand touched it, bleeding, but she laughed, as if nothing had happened, she Aimeng was not such a mean person, they wanted to play Just let them play enough. She doesn't want to hear. It's no use covering her ears. She can leave and walk far away.

She turned and walked out of the room, even though she was still in her thin pajamas and barefoot. Just as soon as I went out, I saw the woman in the corridor with big wavy curly hair and disordered clothes. Her coat had long been thrown on the stairs, leaning against the door, blushing. All the fools knew what they had done in the corridor just now, but she didn't say anything. She forced her heart down, bit her teeth and walked by.

Her room had to go through that room, so she couldn't help it.

She seemed to have been spirited out. Her eyes were empty.

Mo Yanke just came out, but AI Meng couldn't help laughing. The man was so quick. How long ago, he immediately recovered to be a gentleman. His suit was changed, but he was still romantic, as if he had nothing to do. What happened just now was like a play directed and performed by this woman, and Mo Yanke was just an audience.

Aimeng ignored it and went straight ahead, thinking that this woman is really shameless.

Mo Yanke reached out and grabbed her. "Where do you want to go? In the middle of the night, you look like a ghost, and you want to go out to scare people."

"You don't care. You don't care about my affairs. I don't care about your affairs. It's none of my business to make out with anyone you like." Aimeng roared out this sentence with great strength. As soon as he finished, he gasped fiercely. It seemed that as soon as he made an effort, his heart would hurt"Why, I'm sorry. When you were with Jinghao, didn't he satisfy you? Didn't he do this to you?" Mo Yanke picks eyebrows. He has checked. The child has been more than a month. In this month, he has not touched her at all. Where does the child come from.

Jinghao also said that it's a joke to go back to Zhao. It's not so easy to cheat him.

"Mo Yanke, you bastard, Jing Hao is not the kind of person you said."

"Well, only you know, Aimeng, don't tell me that the child in your stomach is my mo Yanke's seed. This kind of joke is not good. You are now a child in your stomach for more than a month, but you lived in Jinghao villa for more than a month before. I haven't touched you, where's the child from?"

"You." Aimeng was so angry that her hands were shaking.

"Or, now that Jinghao has left, you want to cheat me in this way. AIMUN, you are so brave. "

Aimeng widened his eyes, but broke away from Mo Yanke's hand, and then went downstairs without looking back. It's no wonder that Mo Ke can give her a green hat if he wants to.

I couldn't help laughing. The two dogs and the girl are really dying. Mo Yanke is such a motherfucker.