"****!!" Yan Nuo let go of Ye Momo angrily. He touched the corner of his mouth that was bitten by Ye Momo and cursed fiercely.
While Yan Nuohan wasn't paying attention, Ye Momo instantly slipped away from him like a little snake, leaving a large safe distance.
Yan Nuohan glared fiercely at this ambitious woman, ignoring the burning pain coming from the corner of his mouth, and ordered in a deep voice: "Come here!!"
"I don't want it." Ye Momo backed away defensively. She was not a fool. Why was she looking for death?
Seeing Yan Nuohan angrily walking toward him, Ye Mo was so frightened that he picked up the pillow at hand and threw it at the man.
Then there are cups, magazines, handbags, shoes...
Unfortunately, Yan Nuohan ordered people to clean up all the lethal things in the house. Ye Mo's weapons did not pose any threat to Yan Nuohan.
"Don't come here, you pervert..." She hurriedly ran behind her, trying to close the bedroom door quickly.
Yan Nuohan resisted, and Ye Momo had no choice but to let go and hide beside the bed.
Yan Nuohan closed the bedroom door silently and said coldly: "Even if you are drunk and crazy, you should wake up."
"I say it again, come here!!" He ordered again with an emphasis.
Ye Mo looked at the tightly closed door, thinking that this was the time when the sheep had entered the tiger's mouth, but she was still making the final struggle.
She picked up the down pillow on the bed and threw it heavily to the man who was getting closer to her.
Yan Nuohan still caught it steadily. He rolled his eyes helplessly, knowing that resistance was futile. He really didn't know if this little woman was tired of spending so much time.
"You...don't come here..." Ye Momo looked at the corner of Yan Nuohan's mouth where the skin was bitten by her. She was completely sober from the wine. She couldn't imagine how this man would punish her if he caught her. Her face turned pale at this moment.
, shivering with fear.
"What, don't let it go?" Yan Nuohan kindly stopped and kept a certain distance from Ye Momo.
"Now, you'd better explain to me your relationship with that man."
"I've said it before, whatever relationship I have with that man is none of your business." Ye Momo emphasized again.
"You..." Yan Nuohan raised his fist and really wanted to give this woman Hai Bian a beating.
"It has nothing to do with me? You are mine, how dare you say you have nothing to do with me." He stepped forward and said viciously.
Ye Momo stepped back warily and raised his eyes filled with tears of grievance: "It has nothing to do with you in the first place. It is my freedom to make friends with whom I want. Who are you? Why should I have to listen to you? Do I, Ye Momo,
Is your Yan Nuohan's exclusive seal stamped on your body?" She wiped away the tears on her cheeks and spit out all the complaints she had accumulated in her heart...
"You are not a policeman. Why can't you restrict my freedom? You can be with your beloved sister Mai, but why can't I be with the friend I like?"
"Shut up..." Yan Nuohan listened to her accusation in annoyance.
"I have to say. I am a human being. You can play with it when you like it. If you don't like it, just throw it away for a few days. I want to have my own life. I don't want to be a prison bird. Since you
I can have someone to love, why can't I have someone..." She declared war on him repeatedly, just because she was blinded by jealousy. He can love Kudo Mai, then she can also love anyone except him.
"I told you to fucking shut up!!" This woman must be tired of living!! How dare she provoke him like this.
"Don't forget, you said that the person you love is me!! You won't forget such a bold and passionate confession," Yan Nuohan said with contempt.
Ye Mo suddenly lost her voice when she heard this. She...she said she loved him, and she confessed so passionately, but now it became his weapon to attack her fragile self-esteem.
She grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself up. She could not face him again. Yan Nuohan was such a powerful enemy. He had already seized all her weapons. What qualifications did she have to accuse him now?
Yan Nuohan looked at the slightly fluttering quilt, and she sobbed repressedly. He paused, lifted the quilt, and Ye Momo huddled up like a hedgehog.
She couldn't help but shed tears, feeling aggrieved. She really didn't know what to do. Who could live without dignity like her?
"Don't cry!!" He sat next to her and ordered sternly. His tears always made him feel bad.
"No matter what your relationship is with him, you are not allowed to see him again. Also, you are not allowed to go out from tomorrow." He ordered domineeringly.
Ye Mo curled up and said nothing.
Yan Nuohan put his hand on her wet hair and said lightly: "If you are willing to be good, I will be good to you."
I don't know how long it took, but the big room was silent, except for her slight sobs.
"I want to leave." After a long silence, Ye Momo finally said to Yan Nuohan with a cry of despair.
"You'd better take back those words!!" he said coldly.
"I want to leave. I don't want to be bound by you anymore." She said firmly again.
"I say for the last time, you are mine and you have no right to demand freedom." He raised his tear-stained face and emphasized coldly.
"I'm not yours, I'm my own." Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She looked at Yan Nuohan quietly and retorted with the same firmness.
"I bleed my own blood, and there is no part of my skin that says you Yan Nuohan."
Her words made Yan Nuohan freeze slightly, and his eyes became sharp and gloomy.
"Huh, what you said reminded me." A cold smile suddenly flashed across Yan Nuohan's deep eyes. He held Ye Momo's cheek with his hand harder.
"What... do you mean?" Ye Momo was pinched so hard by him that she asked in horror. She saw the danger she was familiar with in Yan Nuohan's cold eyes.
"What do you mean? Huh..." Yan Nuohan laughed, holding Ye Momo's small and delicate face and said evilly: "It means that you will completely become my Yan Nuohan's woman." He smiled, as charming as a poppy.
A dangerous smile. It's so chilling.
He grabbed the woman on the bed and took her roughly to the door.
"Yan Nuohan, what are you going to do? You...you..." Ye Mo's slender waist was grasped by Yan Nuohan's big hand and pushed forward heavily.
Ye Mo didn't know what this terrifying man was going to do, and she was on guard against the rebel until he stuffed him into his black Lincoln.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." The man raised a charming gentlemanly smile on his lips.
He stretched out his long and powerful fingers, gently pressed her red lips with his fingertips, and said evilly: "I'm just doing what you want."
"You...let me go..." Ye Momo felt her tongue tremble, and she suddenly regretted that she had just challenged him. She should learn to protect herself instead of irritating this terrible man.
Yan Nuohan smiled gracefully and slowly took out the phone.