President please let go

Chapter 3 chapter9 The thrill of resistance

Luoyunju

Mo Yang dragged his sore body and got out of the car, the tearing pain was still floating faintly.

She had heard that a woman's first night would be accompanied by pain, but she didn't know that after experiencing it herself, in addition to soreness and fatigue, she also had an inexplicable feeling.

Mo Yang didn't want to hide this matter, on the contrary, she looked forward to Luo Wentian's face after knowing the truth.

Bitter smile lines emerged on the lips, overnight, in order to resist Luo Wentian, Mo Yang lost the most cherished thing.

In the first night, it was supposed to be shared with the one she loved, blended with deep love, and belonged to each other, but she was forced to choose the most hasty, even reckless way.

Hastily delivered herself to Xi Ze, a strange man who had a brief intersection with her eight years ago.

This night was full of plunder and conquest, full of desire and longing, but there was no love, no trace of emotional bondage.

Strange men and women can't talk about love, liking, or even understanding. The cold hearts are far apart, but the bodies are tightly entangled.

For the first time, Mo Yang understood that the physical relationship can really be maintained only by the primitive desire between men and women.

"Your face looks..." Uncle Yun quickly ran out of the mezzanine, looked at Mo Yang with concern, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"No... what about him?" Mo Yang shook his head, supported the stone pillar beside him, and asked softly.

When his gaze inadvertently fell on the mottled hickey mark on Moyang's neck, Uncle Yun's eyes widened in shock, and he stepped forward cautiously, "Miss, you..."

Following Uncle Yun's gaze, Mo Yang instantly realized that she was not afraid, and excitement filled her cold eyes, "Where is he? I want to see him."

"The master is away temporarily, and he won't be here for a few days...Miss, go back to your room, take a bath and have a good rest..." Uncle Yun frowned in pain, how could he not see Mo Yang's grief, and even more guess What did she go through just now.

Hearing this, Mo Yang clenched his lips in disappointment and staggered into the hall, "What a pity..."

three days later

As soon as Mo Yang stepped into the living room, he keenly felt the oppressive and dignified atmosphere.

"Miss, the master wants you to go to the study on the second floor." Uncle Yun walked up to Mo Yang with a heavy expression.

Mo Yang nodded as if he had comprehended it, and stepped up the tall spiral staircase without hesitation...

study
Luo Wentian sat in the large leather seat, holding a stack of photos in his hand, and pursed his cold lips angrily.

He had only been away for three days, yet such an "accident" happened. If the report was true, he would definitely investigate the matter.

A gloomy look shrouded that handsome and cold face, and a cold chill shone in the dark eyes.

Mo Yang pushed the door open and walked in, standing silently behind the desk, her curled fingertips showed her nervousness at the moment, her trembling voice slid out from her cherry lips: "Are you looking for me?"

"Take off your clothes, now!" Luo Wentian jumped up from the seat, and slammed the photo in his hand towards Mo Yang's feet with his big palm, and the furious roar echoed in the study.

Glancing at the photos scattered at his feet, they were all scenes of Xi Ze going in and out of love, his indifferent eyes fell on Luo Wentian's extremely distorted face.

With slender fingers, she unbuttoned the shirt, Mo Yang pulled it hard, and the shirt fell back to her shoulders, revealing the skin covered with hickey marks.

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