Qin Yu sneered, raised his head, and looked at him straight:

"Don't think that you are degenerate because I dump you.

You are not so fragile. At first you could marry your ex -wife, and then dismiss the marriage, indicating that you are the scumbag!

I saw you cheap, but I didn't blindly my eyes.

I found someone to get married, but you find an excuse to fall, drugs, women, money transactions, these temptations make you not personal!

What do you do to do it, to witness the moment when you are extremely glorious?

Or are you unwilling that I didn't choose you at the beginning, so I wanted to destroy me? "

Qin Yu looked at him straightforwardly, tearing the darkest side of his heart:

"Acknowledge Mo Xian, you are not to get me at all, you are to satisfy your vanity!

I tell you, the police will catch you soon, I am waiting for you to be shot a day! "

Just finish the words.

Mo Xian took a step forward, holding her neck tightly with one hand to raise it up.

The eyes are gloomy with haze.

Every time she says a word, he wants to strangle her.

"Qin Yu, don't force me, you know that I am not the kind of person."

Mo Xian's eyes are scarlet, and the sword is hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

He is not the kind of bad person she said.

He married, it is forced to.

He is derailed, it is difficult to ban itself.

His crime is to have no choice.

Every step, he is trembling.

Why, she is so bad in her eyes?

Qin Yu sneered, his eyes were full of contempt.

She looked at him with her chin:

"Why, dare you say what are you loyal?

Do you have no woman?

Haven't you slept? "

Her voice was hoarse and seemed to have a little ridicule and decision.

He acknowledged that she mocked his hypocrisy.

He denied that she mocked his character.

What's wrong with her marriage?

When she met the right person in her life, she wanted to live a positive life.

What qualifications do Mo Xian blame her?

Where is he clean again?

so.

In this deformity, what is he pretended to be?

Facing the contempt of her eyes, Mo Xian seemed to be stabbed, and let go.

She gasped, sitting on the sofa, covering her painful neck.

He won't let him die easily, otherwise what should he bring back so twists and turns?

Mo Xian's expression was stiff, and her eyes looked at her obscure, and the bottom of her eyes seemed to pass a trace of pain.

But Qin Yu didn't have the mood to watch.

Soon, he recovered the indifferent anger on his face, and his facial features became sharp, with aggressive domineering.

"Do you mind the woman around me so jealous or angry?"

His eyes stared at her tightly.

Qin Yu sneered silently:

"Mo Xian, do you think I am very open in men and women, right?

If I change you with others, I won't be so desperate, but I'm afraid you will be transmitted to me if you are sick! "

Her eyes were unavoidable, as if looking at a piece of garbage.

Mo Xian shook his eyes slightly, squinting his eyes slightly, and his eyes gradually gathered.

The bad emotions are not controlled.

He dragged Qin Yu's arm and walked up, indifferent;

"You guess, I just got sick, I just want to transmit it to you!"

Still that room.

Still that bed.

He was completely torn away and went straight to the theme.

It's just that Mo Xian seemed to only vent his emotions, and really regarded her as a casual and ordinary woman, but just revealed the words of her just now.

The power of men and women was very different. Qin Yu quickly fell into the wind, her eyes were swollen, her voice was dumb.

Noisy.

Back to the origin again.

Staged.

She seemed to feel the original hot face, the cold touch of the ice.

It seems that the upcoming volcano was wiped out by a iceberg.

The anxiety and anxiety in my heart are also flattened.

Nympho

Mo Xian changed his clothes to go downstairs.

Watching Zhang Li and Guo Tong sitting in the living room.

They were brothers who followed him at the beginning.

So I have always focused on them, and trust them.

They are homeless, and they often follow Mo Xian.

Living in the villa, living in the club, he went wherever he went.

Just now, in addition to them, there is also a woman A Mei.

Her eyes were swollen and sitting on the opposite side, her grievances were full of guilt and anxiety.

"Boss, have you come down?"

Zhang Li estimated that Mo showed his anger, and his mood should be better.

He touched his head, and quickly took out the cigarettes and handed it up.

Mo Xian glanced at him, took it over, and sat on the main position.

Zhang Li quickly held the fire and put on up.

This set of driving is familiar.

Ken smoke means that he is not angry.

Tensor raised his eyebrows, and gave Guo Tong and Amei a wink.

"Boss, did Miss Qin not make trouble?"

Guo Tong frowned and asked: "In fact, if you really like her, tell her directly. Those women are dealing with the outside, and you have never touched it. Ali was designed because you were designed ...

"

"Enough!"

Mo Xian's face is gloomy.

He doesn't mention it.

When it comes to my mood like a cotton, it is really not happy.

A Mei stood up tangled, his face was embarrassed and dragged his clothes:
To be continued...