When Pei Mochen heard this, the cigarette in his hand had been broken unconsciously, and all the meridians in his hand bulged.
If you refuse to take western medicine for fractures or concussions, does that mean no anesthetics were used during the surgery?
How painful is that?
How did she survive? Zhang Mofei, how strong are you?
I can't help but feel red in my eyes as I imagine the millions of painful expressions she had on the operating table.
Her memory must have returned around that time.
Who forced her to leave? What was the reason that forced her not to contact her?
"Check, how did the car accident happen, the details, she met those people during that period, and found out everything for me in detail."
There was a strong murderous intent in his tone, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.
Whether it's Yuan Manling or Zhang Jingyou, he will make them pay the price when it comes to the few people around him.
As soon as he hung up the phone, the door clicked open.
Zhang Mofei stood at the door and poked his head into the room, "Yangyang, what have you been doing in the room? It's time to eat."
He has been shutting himself in his room since he came back from receiving the certificate.
Is work so busy? He doesn't go out to greet guests when they come home, it's true.
Pei Mochen turned around leisurely and leaned against the balcony window, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand still holding a broken cigarette, with only the cigarette holder left.
The sunshine in winter is precious. It is bright no matter morning, noon or evening. It shines on him, making his aura even more dazzling.
It makes his beautiful lip lines look more sexy and stylish.
A pair of black eyes were bottomless, hiding his thoughts where the little woman at the door could not see.
"Zhang Mofei."
He spoke quietly, sighed, and then said, "I've been thinking about you."
Zhang Mofei's smile was sweeter than honey when he heard this. He opened the door and walked into the room, "It's really exciting. Hurry up and say hello. We're going to have dinner soon."
Pei Mochen gave her a curved smile and waved, "Come here."
"What are you doing?" Zhang Mofei walked to Pei Mochen curiously.
Pei Mochen reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, "Do you want to know what I have been doing in the room?"
There was a bad smile on his lips, which made Zhang Mofei feel that it was definitely not a good question.
So she smiled naively and said, "Actually, it's okay if you don't tell me. I don't really want to know."
Pei Mochen frowned slightly when he heard this and said, "You clearly asked, which proves that you really want to know."
The tone is a bit childish.
Zhang Mofei had no choice but to say, "Then...just tell me."
"I'm thinking how many times should we do this on the wedding night?" Pei Mochen lowered his head and nibbled Zhang Mofei's ear with his lips, and put his big hand under her clothes into her clothes.
Rub it up and down on her smooth skin.
His fingers pervertedly insisted on squeezing in from under the steel ring of her underwear. He couldn't get into the easy-to-reach position above.
The big hand seemed to be electrified, and Zhang Mofei's whole body was numb.
Zhang Mofei was speechless "..."
She knew it.
She turned her face, raised her head, stood on tiptoe, put her lips roughly against his, hooked her hands around his neck, and began to have a fierce love affair with him.
She kept rubbing her body against him, until she felt his body reacting strongly, and when the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, she suddenly let go of his body.
Backing up quickly.
A naughty smile appeared on his face, "Haha, it will make you burn with lust and no one can help you."
