Chapter 1615 (1/2)

After hearing this, Yan Beicheng simply stopped and put all the weight of her body on her. His stubborn hum ignored her words.

Childish.

Mo Shanghua was silent and cursed in her heart. She didn't want to make trouble with him. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

But unexpectedly, she just ready to get up, Yan Beicheng somehow, a hook in the long arm, pulled her to his arms, heavily fell on his chest.

A sense of insecurity suddenly appeared in the flower heart on the street. Subconsciously, he hit him on the chest with his elbow. He got up and made a fist with his right hand and hit him on his white right cheek.

Yan Beicheng's white right cheek suddenly became red and swollen at the speed visible to the naked eye. He could not help howling in pain.

Qin Lin, who is hiding outside the door and eavesdropping on it, describes it to Qin ya. They are completely relieved, but they secretly sweat for Yan Beicheng.

As for the other servants, the expression on their faces was very delicate. They were busy raising their ears and quietly paying attention to the movement outside.

At this time, the situation inside has reversed.

Yan Beicheng howled miserably and faintly, and he didn't know what to do. For no reason, he pulled back the flower in the street, and pressed her on him again.

Mo Shanghua raised her eyes and looked at Yan Beicheng, who was pressed on her body. She felt a little impatient. This time, she shook him up with her palm force. Then she grabbed her collar and threw him out of bed.

When Yan Beicheng fell to the ground, there was another burst of crying and howling, which made the servants outside the room laugh.

Mo Shanghua has a clear ear and a clear eye. She listens to the outside smile. Her ears turn red for no reason. In her heart, she doesn't want to entangle with Yan Beicheng. She turns over from her bed and walks away.

But the next moment, the tall figure and there is a rush!

He pressed the flower's thin shoulder and forced it back.

Mo Shanghua's face changed!

Just now, she didn't feel his half step, so she didn't have time to dodge. With such force, she could not help stepping back and faltering.

However, with a faltering effort, Yan Beicheng somehow came to her side. He put his right foot behind her left foot. He took advantage of the skillful force to pick up the flowers on the street, and then he went back.

There was a breeze in her ear. The flower on the street looked up. Where I could see was Yan Beicheng's ugly face. Her white fingers suddenly lifted up and held on to his collar.

The next moment, they fell to the ground together.

It's OK for Mo Shanghua to make this human flesh cushion, but Yan Beicheng, who had nothing to do with it, cried and howled again, and had no masculinity at all.

Mo Shanghua is bored in his heart. He just kicks Yan Beicheng's jaw, which makes him cry more miserable.

Yan North City called twice, then revenge like climb over, again with the Mo Shanghua entangled together.

His actions have no rules to speak of, but I don't know why, often can be inexplicably suppressed.

For a time, the two were also entangled in the fight for a long time.

Mo Shanghua can't keep up with his physical strength now. After a while, he feels a little exhausted.

Fortunately, Yan Beicheng couldn't support himself any more. He collapsed on the ground with a black and blue face, panting and shouting: ”no, no, I'm tired to death.”