Waiting for you to fall a flower

He kissed yin mo fiercely and tore her clothes violently. He buried his head in her delicate and soft chest until blood and purple kiss marks appeared on her chest. At first, Yin Mo was able to resist a few more times, but in a short while she lost her strength, like a helpless kitten at Ouyang Feng's mercy.

Seeing her teary-eyed mother-in-law, Ouyang Feng gently brushed her ear with his tongue and wiped away the cold tears on her face with his warm lips. He began to cherish her and love her. At this moment, he gently caressed Yin Mo. Every time he twitched, he sincerely expressed his thoughts and love.

Yin Mo's originally stiff and cold body was gradually warmed by his tenderness and kisses, and she began to feel something for him. The look in his eyes was no longer filled with resentment, but a charming warmth.

Ouyang Feng opened his strong arms and held Yin Mo in his arms as much as he could. At this moment, he could not wait to rub this woman into his body and never separate from her flesh.

This was the first time the two of them had been intimate. He was not her first man, and she was not his first woman, but this feeling was unforgettable in life.

"Yin Mo, be brave with me. Please don't just run away. This will only ruin our love and fate."

Yin Mo sobbed softly. She admitted that she couldn't forget Ouyang Feng. There was no way to end an old relationship and start a new one as quickly as before. She tried, but she really couldn't.

"You made me brave. How? Be a brave mistress that you can't see?"

"Of course not. I'm trying to move my business to the country. When I get out of some constraints, I'll file for a divorce and give you a happy future."

"How long will it take?"

"Not for long."

The two of them were silent, and Yin Mo struggled in her heart. She didn't know whether to compromise, whether to go against her principles of love, and never get involved with a married man...

"Ouyang Feng, I don't want to ruin other people's families. Even if I, Yin Mo, am not a great woman, I am not that bad."

"My marriage is a grave that never sees the light of day, so I am not happy. Once I thought it was nothing to be buried alive in the grave for my career, but it was only when I met you that I realized that there was something more important than my career that I would never give up."

Yin Mo still had no choice but to wait, wait, wait, but what if he didn't?

Ouyang Feng saw her hesitation and struggle and said softly, "I'll give you three days to think about it. Three days later, you'll give me the answer. No matter what choice you make, I'll respect you."

He picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on one by one. When he saw that the buttons of his shirt had been ripped off, he walked to the cabinet and took one out and put it on.

"Good night." He kissed her forehead, "I look forward to your hopeful answer."

Ouyang Feng left, and Yin Mo sat up in a daze. Thinking that Ouyang feng had just gone to the closet to pick up her clothes and was familiar with her like home, he frowned in doubt. How did he know that she lived here?

Looking around, her eyes were drawn to a photo frame by the bedside. She picked it up and saw that her mouth was shaped like an o...

Yin Mo stared stupidly at the person in the frame. It was Ouyang Feng. She didn't understand. This was Ye Beicheng's apartment. Why was there a picture of Ouyang Feng?

After thinking for a moment, she seemed to understand something. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Jing Ya.

"Hello? Mu Mu, what's wrong?"

Jing ya and Ye Beicheng had just come back from outside. She was lying on the sofa, exhausted, and her voice was like a ball of cotton.

"You're lying to me! I want to break up with you!"

"Lie to you?" She sat up in surprise, "What did I lie to you about?"

Yin Mo said angrily, "Is the apartment you lent me really your husband's?"

"Yeah..."

"Bullshit! Do you know what just happened?"

Jingya swallowed her saliva, "What happened?"

"Ouyang feng is here. He's forcing me!"

Strong... Jing Ya spun around and almost fainted.

"At first I saw a man's daily necessities in the bathroom and thought it belonged to your husband. Then I found a picture of Ouyang Feng by the bed. Explain to me what happened!"

"Mu Mu, don't be angry, don't get excited. I'll ask my husband. I'll call you later!"

Jingya hung up the phone, threw her phone on the sofa, ran to the study next door, and kicked the door open with a bang.

Ye Beicheng was startled by her big move and scolded angrily, "Can't you knock on the door when you come in?"

"Ye Beicheng, tell me, is the house you lent Yin Mo really yours?"

He paused and answered unnaturally, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Give you another chance. Is the house yin mo lives in really yours?" Jing Ya took a step forward and looked at him with fiery eyes, as if if she would not let him see the sun tomorrow if he dared to lie...

"Actually... It's not mine, a friend's either."

When Ye Beicheng looked into her eyes, he couldn't bear to lie.

"Ouyang Feng's, isn't it?"

"How did you know?"

Jing ya rushed up, grabbed his neck and said, "You can strangle you to death. You and Ouyang Feng are in cahoots. You have come together to deceive me and my friends. You damned men..."

Ye Beicheng grabbed her hand and said hurriedly, "Don't be angry. Don't be angry. Listen to me."

"If I don't listen, no wonder people say that they would rather believe in ghosts than men's mouths. They even lied to me. Now I can't wash myself up by jumping into the Yellow River!"

"So what if it's Ouyang Feng's house? He just wants to do something for her, so you should understand his expectation of love."

"Forgive him, sir. Do you know what he did to Yin Mo? As soon as we left, he forced Yin Mo!

Ye Beicheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he calmed down in an instant, "Why do you care so much about other people's wishful thinking between men and women?"

"Wishful thinking? How did you know they were consensual?!"

"Then how do you know that Yin Mo just doesn't want to? You're her good friend, and you should know more about her feelings for Ouyang Feng than I do. I'm a friend of Ouyang Feng's, so I know him. If Yin Mo really doesn't want to fight back, he won't."

Jing Ya was speechless at his rebuttal. She stammered, "You... You wait for me. I'll ask Yin Mo. If it weren't for that, you'd be dead."

Hmph, she turned and ran out of the study.

Back in the bedroom, she dialed Yin Mo's number, "Hey, Mu Mu, let me ask you, did you not give up on Ouyang Feng at all?"

"We're talking about the house right now. Don't talk about what's left and right."

"I see. You just didn't give up on him! In that case, when he forced himself on the bow, you were only halfway there..."

Dudu, there was a busy tone on the phone. Yin Mo hung up the phone. It was so embarrassing for Yu Jingya to tell her what was on her mind so clearly.

Yang Qianxue received a subpoena against custody of the child five days after meeting Dong Zi's family.

She knew that it was arranged by Ye Beicheng. When she went to the appointment that day, her mother was still at home, but when she came back, her mother was gone. She did not look around, nor did she ask ye North city, because she knew that he had arranged all of this to force her to return the child to those people.

Her heart grew cold day by day, like a withered rose, slowly dying...

The more she hated, the more she thought of things she didn't want to remember. Those painful memories were like slides in a movie in her mind, tormenting her deeply and making her life worse than death.

The reason why she survived was because she had expectations in her heart, but now, those expectations have long been gone. She tried her best to fight for them, but in the end, she still had nothing. So her heart went back to the night of three years, and the despair of death...

The day before the trial, Shi Jiang found Yu Jingya and Ye Beicheng and conveyed Yang Qianxue's intention to return Dudu to the Dong Zi family.

Both of them were surprised by Qianxue's decision to let go. They thought it would take some effort to compete for the child.

"Thank you, Shi Jiang. I knew you could convince her."

Jing Ya thanked him from the bottom of his heart, and Shi Jiang shook his head, "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything."

"You didn't do it?" She was a little confused about what he meant.

"Yes, I didn't persuade her. These days, I just stayed by her side, but I didn't say anything."

"So Qianxue figured it out for himself that he was willing to return the child to his biological father?"

Ye Beicheng asked calmly.

"You can say that."

"It's great that she can figure it out. Can we make an appointment to pick up the child tomorrow?"

Jing Ya suggested.

"Qianxue said that she would send the child to the hundred fee hotel tomorrow morning at three in the afternoon."

"Okay, thank you again." Ye Beicheng nodded.

"I hope that after the child is returned, you can stop making trouble for Qianxue. She is really pitiful now. I saw her crying under the bed twice, as if she had been provoked."

Jing Ya and Ye Beicheng looked at each other, as if they were all surprised to hear Qianxue crying under the bed. They believed that it was not because the child was going to be sent away that they were sad. It must be something in their hearts that made her miserable.

The next day, in room 401 of the hundred fee hotel, Dong Zi's family waited nervously.

Jing Ya and Ye Beicheng sat on the sofa with their own thoughts, and the other stood in front of the window. Although they had different thoughts, they were all thinking of Yang Qianxue.

At three o' clock sharp, yang qianxue and Dudu appeared. Jing Ya stared at her in surprise. She had not seen her for a few days. She seemed to have changed into a different person. Her originally thin body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. Her face was pale without a trace of blood.