Chapter 304: Not Interested in Girls from Country M 1
The marriage between Mo Yiwen and An Xuexi has naturally become a major event for the three major families.
In the meantime, An Xuexi came to Mojia Villa once and happened to meet Mo Yanyi. The sadness and sorrow in his eyes made Yingzhen couldn't bear to look at him.
Presumably, Mo Yiwen was her second best choice
Mo Yanyi was holding a glass of red wine on the terrace, and the night enveloped the surroundings
Yingzhen leaned against the door frame, looked at his handsome back and said, "Miss An actually loves you in her heart."
Mo Yanyi didn't say anything, but turned around and gave Yingzhen a strange look. Then he drank all the wine, walked up to her, and spoke in a cold voice.
"You'd better not be that kind of woman with eight seals, I don't like it."
Yingzhen smiled faintly, and he passed by her, leaving behind the scent of body and wine.
"Even if I wasn't, you wouldn't like it."
Mo Yanyi walked to the stage, put down the wine glass, sat casually on a high stool, tilted his shadow, looking elegant and elegant. His fingers gently tapped the table, making a faint sound.
"If you want to have sex with me, you are really stupid."
Yingzhen turned around and walked towards him: the smile at the corner of her mouth was faint, hiding sadness and a slight sadness.
Is falling in love with him really a luxury?
Her eyes became deep, and she stared at him
Mo Yanyi seemed to be touched. He raised a faint smile, touched Yingzhen's lips with his fingers, and rubbed gently, as if to tease the desire and thirst in her heart.
His eyes slowly became gentle
She loved Mo Yanyi at this time. Although the tenderness attached to sex was extremely short-lived, only at that time could she see the Xiao Linzi she once was.
Yingzhen opened her mouth slightly, took his finger in her mouth, moved her tongue and head slightly, and Mo Yanyi hugged her.
He habitually nibbled on her earlobe: "Be good, maybe I won't lose interest in you so quickly."
"Oh, I'm very grateful." Yingzhen smiled sadly.
He put his hands into her hair and kissed her gently. He was clearly a passionate lover.
He hugged her sideways and walked towards the big bed, pressing her gently as if he was cherishing a treasure.
Everything was repeated again, everything was climax again, and in the emptiness after the climax, she had slept beside him for several nights, going through ups and downs several times every night, sighing that his physical strength was really good.
The hidden longing in his body was actually stronger than his apparent aloofness, a sultry man