Chapter 799: "You don't have me in your heart, how can you be softened by my repeated threats?"

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Mo Shichen just looked at her like this, not flashing, Jun Mei's face was very feminine, and she gave off an endless forceful field. This slap did not fall on his face in the end.
Wen Yan was short of breath, her chest was undulating, her eyes were getting redder, but she didn't know what kind of emotion, her raised hand became a fist, maintained her original posture, and froze in the air.
"Don't you want to pump me, I stand and let you pump."
She trembled imperceptibly, pointing out the door. "You get me!"
He stood still, looking at her like a prey under his claw. Danger was inevitable, and he felt full of suffocation.
His eyes made her panic for no reason, and he repeated it with his teeth again. "Mo Shichen, I let you roll--"
The man bowed his head and forced her in front of her, one hand clasped her back and kissed him fiercely, and the other hand wrapped around her waist, took her into the room, kicked her leg back, and closed the door heavily. Already.
Wen Yan's eyes widened, and before she responded, her hand, which was about to fall from the air, was already held by the man, and then turned around with him, and the whole body was pressed against the door panel.
She was greeted with mad, raging, unstoppable deep kisses.
He pressed her body, his breath, his kisses, all revealing the extremely strong domineering meaning, making her feel small and weak enough to be swallowed by him.
He lied to her, without any guilt, no guilty conscience, and some were even stronger than before.
Mo Shichen pressed her against the door panel, almost imprisoned her, and didn't tie her hands. Instead, as usual, she could not push him even if her hands were free.
But now ...
She was kissed by him, and her hand pushed firmly against his chest.
The man's body immediately froze, and a pangling patience followed in his throat. Sure enough, he quickly let go of him, breathing heavily and disorderly, and his beautiful face instantly turned pale. Looking down at her, his eyes seemed to be Exuding ink.
She pressed his wound and tried hard.
The apartment was quiet like a grave, and she and his breath were clear enough to discern the rhythm.
One of his hands landed on the door panel next to her shoulder, and the other covered his wound, his face paled, and his lips chuckled, "Just hate me like that?"
"I hate you?" Wen Yan asked him back, "Don't you have to stand and let you do whatever you want to do to me, do you not want to hate you?"
Mo Shichen hugged her again, her arms around her waist, her chin buried in her shoulder socket, and the fragrance of the bathing milk immediately after the bath smelt and made people feel refreshed.
When he called her name, his voice was obviously soft.
She didn't speak, let him hold.
He said quietly, "I'm not afraid to tell you clearly, even if I do it again, I will still do it."
Wen Yan closed his eyes.
She was not surprised at all, he would not regret it.
At best, he only regretted that he hadn't done enough to let her know about it.
The man followed coldly, "If it wasn't for Mo Shiqian's nosy, I'll have you again in a while."
"Do you think you can deceive me forever?"
He calmly replied, "After this time, when you recombine with me, even if you know this again, you will only quarrel with me at most and will not leave me."
Wen Yan wanted to refute, but she was speechless.
She found that he was right.
If it is a long time later, if a new relationship has been cultivated and their relationship has stabilized, she will indeed not be separated in the past.
He calculated that.
Wen Yan felt very tired. She didn't have the energy to parry him again, and her mind was confused. She didn't want to think about anything.
She allowed herself to lean against the door panel and said gently, "Go back, I'm tired and want to rest."
I glanced over the man's chest inadvertently. He wore a coat with a base in it, and it was dark. So at first glance, he couldn't see anything. I wondered if she pushed him again when she pushed him It's serious.
I remembered his reaction at the time. Even at this time, his face was not very good. Wen Ye was still very blocked, very uncomfortable and annoying.
He looked down at her, "Are you going to go back to where you were and get rid of me again?"
She looked away and didn't answer.
This reaction falls in the eyes of men, and is without a doubt the default.
Perhaps originally, she was the default.
"get out."
"You promised to accompany me for dinner tonight."
"Do you still think I'll eat with you?"
He said lightly, "You promised, why can't you think?"
Wen Yan was very cold. "I don't eat, and I won't accompany you."
The man was not angry. He nodded. "Then I will not eat with you."
"Mo Shichen," she looked helpless and helpless. "You are smarter than me, can you tell me what to do to get rid of you?"
"Then I tell you, you have me in your heart, can you give me a chance in your own mind?"
She asked mockingly, "I have you in my heart?"
He replied in a cold voice, persecution in the sentence pattern, "You don't have me in your heart, how can you be softened by my repeated threats?"
She pursed her lips, her lips faded, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing.
The man's tone faded again, "You just have no confidence, no confidence in me, no confidence in our relationship, it doesn't matter, I can give you time, as long as you give me a chance."
Wen Yan didn't want to argue with him any more, bit his lip and pushed him away, and stopped chasing him, and went straight into the bedroom.
After entering, the door was closed and locked.
Mo Shichen didn't catch up. In fact, with his current strength, if she had the intention to get him out, he might not be able to resist it.
It wasn't until the woman's figure disappeared that the door was closed tightly, and his shoulders twitched a little.
The injury to his chest seemed to have no chance to heal, cracking again and again.
The man's hand was holding the door, his face was even uglier than when Wen Ying was there.
He almost bent over.
Sometimes the human heart is really weird, and there is no regularity to follow. He gives himself a shot. He dug open the wounds that he was about to heal, and he used them to beat her several times.
Just now it was OK, and she still refused to press the wound.
He kept it alive.
There is absolutely no need for patience.
Mo Shichen held the door for about five minutes, then slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
She wasn't going to control him.
If he doesn't leave, she probably won't come out.
He took the phone from his body and dialed the phone. His voice was weaker and weaker than when he was talking to Wen Ying just now, but he was more methodical. Come here."