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Chapter 19: Is it responsible if you want to eat something small?

He is not out of kindness, but since this woman is so good at playing tricks, well, he will let her stay and play her to death.

She bit her lower lip, and the tears continued to flow uncontrollably. Eating it would kill the flesh and blood in her belly.

She grew up in an orphanage when she was sensible. She didn't have any relatives, let alone the warmth of family. If she had her own flesh and blood, and let her murder her own flesh and blood, she would not be able to forgive herself.

Nannan swallowed the medicine silently. It had dissolved in her throat, and the bitter taste filled her mouth. Since he despised her so much, even the flesh and blood she might be pregnant with, then she would help him.

He was right. In the final analysis, it was all her fault. She shouldn't have anything to do with such a person.

Qian Nian is also right. People from these wealthy families may look sunny and dazzling like the stars in the sky, but secretly they are dark and ruthless and cannot be provoked by ordinary people.

Even though I think about it, I feel very sad. The more sad I am, the more tears flow. It’s like I was born with water and there are endless tears.

Seeing her swallowing it so obediently and docilely, Bo Chenfeng suddenly felt that he was a devil forcing an innocent and pitiful girl

But when I think of the tricks she played, my heart becomes cold again.

There is no need to sympathize with her

A weak, endearing smile appeared on his face full of tears. His eyes were full of tears, and his pink and transparent lips were full of temptation, which caused the evil in his body to come out.

He suddenly had the urge to kiss her damn tempting lips, hold her in his arms, love her fiercely, and repeat what happened last night.

She must taste very good, otherwise, he wouldn't have had sex with her while drunk last night

Damn it!

He clenched his fists and suppressed the impulse.

She asked in an aggrieved, soft voice: "Can I... go back to work?"

That seductive voice once again seduced his primitive desires

He said coldly: "Who allowed you to go back?"

She went crazy: "You just promised that I would use it if you didn't need it, and that I could go back to work."

He curled his lips: "I said you can go back to work, but not now. Who just said that as long as you stay, it doesn't matter even if you work as a cleaner."


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