013 Duan Mumu, a prostitute who can be a prostitute for everyone, dropped those words and walked towards the boarding gate regardless of the expressions of the people behind him.
Did it relieve her anger? In fact, she didn't really feel it. Instead, she felt an indescribable sourness in her heart, as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over.
She didn't know why she minded his love with another woman. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of face, right? After all, she was his wife now, and even if it was just in name, he had no right to humiliate her like this.
The luxurious cabin has everything. This is the luxury of the rich. Duan Mumu sat on the white leather sofa, looking down at the magazine in front of him, his expression calm. There was a wave of noise coming from the bedroom not far away.
She turned a deaf ear to another wave of weird sounds.
"...Ah! Chen...I feel so uncomfortable, hurry up...Ah...Chen, I want to..."
The wild cries were repeated over and over again, like buzzing flies, which really ruined people's mood. Duanmumu finally couldn't bear it and exhaled, turned on the DV on one side, and let the music flow...
"Sweet honey, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..." It was Teresa Teng's voice. It has been a long time ago, but it still touches people's hearts. However, it falls on Duanmu's ears now, but it does not taste sweet.
He said on the wedding day that he would let her atone for her mistakes, so the humiliation given to her now must be one of the ways he wants to atone!
Duanmumu stared at the white clouds outside the window in a daze, and did not notice that the bedroom door had quietly opened. When the man heard the music, his noble and handsome eyebrows knitted together, and he closed it with a snap. The entire cabin seemed to be silent.
Hear the sound of surging air.
She didn't move, but her heart was racing like a thousand troops, and the hand holding the milk was slowly tightening.
"Why turn on the music?" Leng Anyen came over and pulled her face with his slender fingers. His dark eyes were covered with a layer of ice, and the flickering light was dangerous and unpredictable.
Duanmumu was forced to look at him. At this moment, Leng Anyen only wrapped her lower body with a bath towel. The purple mark on her chest was clear and dazzling. She raised the corners of her lips, "Because music makes people more comfortable than noise."
"Really?" He smiled strangely and moved closer to her. The smell of having sex with a woman poured into her nose, causing her stomach juices to boil and make her want to vomit. "Since you think it's noise, why don't you come?
Make a nice one and let her learn from it?"
Leng Anyen grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. His hot breath sprayed on her face, causing her pores to expand rapidly. At the same time, she clearly felt a hard object poking her lower abdomen.
, she immediately looked stern, "Let me go, bastard!"
"Let go?" His lips brushed across her cheek, and the smooth touch like mutton-fat white jade made him greedy, "Honey, this is our honeymoon, and the old lady asked me to love you well!"
He stroked her frightened little face with his fingers, his tone ambiguous, mixed with a bit of evil.
"Get your dirty hands off." When Duanmumu thought that this hand had just touched another woman, she wanted to open her mouth and bite him off.
"You think I'm dirty?" His tone suddenly became serious, and the vulture's eyes flashed with a hunting cold light, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
"Yes, you are dirty, so dirty that it makes me sick," Duanmumu raised his head and his back straightened.
"Say it again!" The man was completely angered.
"Leng Anyen, you are just dirty, you are just a prostitute who can do whatever you want..." Before Duan Mumu could finish his scolding, a hot kiss on his lips, mixed with other people's saliva, engulfed her.
