Chapter 159： No cheaper for other men (2/2)

Jealous?

Mo Shiqian's expression was apparently calmed down, and his faint statement only seemed to be a little tight and low-pitched. ”With your worth, if it is for the interests of businessmen, no one will say 20 million. Your endorsement, the 20 million that Mosi gave birth to, is not for you to endorse, he just wants to approach you-Chi Huan, I will not allow it. ”

He did not allow a man who apparently misled her to approach her.

Besides, it's still the man she once liked.

Before waiting for her to say anything, the man chuckled again and said, ”You eat with him and you are happy, eh? Have you forgotten it, if it wasn't for him to derail Su Yabing? Violent. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed him, and his slender fingers also flexed the belt of her bathrobe flexibly, and stroked her soft and white body with a delicate fragrance.

His movements were a bit uncontrolled and rough.

Chi Huan bit his lip, breathing more and more quickly, but not because of his hand movements, but his words.

More accurately, it is the contempt in his words.

Her fingers clenched into a fist, and then she let go, clutching the sheet, and half of her face was deeply buried in the quilt. Her hair was scattered and she could barely see her face.

Mo Shiqian kissed for a while before realizing the abnormality of the woman under him.

It was extremely quiet, the original soft body was tense and stiff, and he didn't move, didn't refuse his occupation, and didn't give him a slight response.

He likes to linger with her, out of the most primitive likes of men to women.

He has not been close to people since he was a child. Whether in the physical or spiritual world, he keeps the distance habitually, the distance that can be seen, or the distance that cannot be seen.

Those who are a little familiar with him know that the indifference on his face is just ordinary indifference, and the indifference in his bones is really extreme indifference.

Even at the superficial layer of the flesh, Chi Huan still broke the distance that others never broke, not to mention that when lingering to the extreme, the senses will continue into the spiritual world.

Close to Chi Huan, he likes it, even sinks.

He paused, glanced at the woman curled up under him, murmuring her name, his voice as if from a deep place, ”Chi Huan.”

She still had her eyes closed, half of her face was buried in the mattress, half of her face was blocked by long hair, and her voice was very cold. Now. ”

Mo Shiqian neither moved to stop, nor got up from her.

The breath of the man leaned closer, and Chi Huan heard his low and domineering voice close to her ear. ”Chi Huan, open your eyes.”

He didn't like her like this, more than when he had a bad temper to tell him to break up.

She opened her eyes as he wished.

The beautifully shaped eyes, black and white, the red that had been angry and aggrieved before disappeared, and without the grievances and tears he imagined, he looked straight at him impartially.

His eyes sank and his brows frowned.

The crimson lips were closed together and asked, ”Did you do it?”

His throat was a little tight, dumb and tensely repeated, ”No Mosy's endorsement is allowed, huh?”

She nodded and agreed easily, ”Okay, if you don't, I won't answer.”