The wrong love is deep, Luo Shao indulges in indulgence

"What qualifications do I have to live in? With what status should I stay in your house?" Yu Muxi asked with a sad smile, her eyes filled with tears.

"You can use whatever identity you want, as long as you want. You don't need to work so hard to start a business. I can afford you and Xiaoxing."

Listening to his innocent words, Yu Muxi found it ridiculous.

Is it really that simple?

He didn't understand at all, and he would never understand her panic and fear, her pain and helplessness.

"I don't need you to support me." Yu Muxi pushed his chest with both hands, struggling, "Let me go."

"Yu Muxi, what are you doing now?" Luo Wanfeng grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the wall.

The document in her hand fell to the ground.

"No reason, please let me go." Yu Muxi stubbornly looked up at him, struggling and shouting angrily.

"Let go." She was so angry that her face was flushed, her eyes were full of tears, she stared at him with aggrieved eyes, she still didn't give up struggling, "Luo Wanfeng, let me go, if you don't let me go, I'll call for help..."

The man's burning eyes were red, staring at her lips, before she finished speaking, he suddenly pressed down and kissed her lips fiercely.

"Huh?" Her voice turned into a low moan, her eyes widened in astonishment, and she blinked in shock.

The deep kiss that followed was like a stormy sea, like the unblocking of abstinence for a thousand years, like a beast that has been hungry for thousands of years.

Yu Muxi felt that the man's kiss was about to engulf her, crushing her lips and tongue, it was so painful and crisp, as if even the air was going to suck her dry.

"Hmm..." She struggled to get rid of his restraint with both hands, supported him on his chest, and pushed him away with all her strength while he was unprepared for a moment.

He took a step back, and she slapped him.

"Slap." The crisp applause sounded, and Luo Wanfeng's distraught and obsessed thoughts were beaten awake.

With just a momentary withdrawal of reason, he was even more angry, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a sneer appeared, and he pounced on him again like a beast.

Pressing her struggling hand again, he kissed her lips punitively, his strength was stronger and his movements were rougher.

The more she struggled, the more excited he was, as if he wanted to conquer her.

Until she gave up struggling, it was difficult to breathe, her lips were swollen and painful, her heart was filled with grievance of being bullied by him, and tears rolled down her cheeks drop by drop.

After touching her tears, he slowly calmed down and left her lips.

She bit her slightly swollen lower lip tightly and took a deep breath.

He panted slightly, spraying hot breath on her face, his blurred eyes were hot and deep, staring at her tears, he sneered bitterly.

He couldn't control himself, he sank, longing for her like a joke, but she slapped him.

She cried instead?

How much do you hate him to be so sad?

With his back to them, Ah Qian stood guard on one side of the corridor.

With a cold face, Luo Wanfeng grabbed her wrist and walked out of the bar quickly.

Hearing the movement, Aqian immediately picked up the materials on the ground, followed them and left.

Yu Muxi was rudely pushed into the carriage.

She didn't struggle, she looked very calm along the way, turned around and looked at the night scene outside the window, without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the carriage was quiet and depressing, and they went straight to the autumn garden.

Luo Wanfeng pulled her out of the car and dragged her into the living room of the villa before releasing her wrist.

He tore off his tie irritably, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, walked straight to the bar of the wine cabinet, took out a glass and spirits, and poured himself a glass.

He drained the spirits in his glass in one gulp, but still couldn't suppress the hotness and discomfort in his heart.

His heart was throbbing and hurting, he poured another glass and said coldly, "Xiaoxing wants to see you."

Yu Muxi looked up at the room on the second floor, did Xiaoxing want to see her?

At this time, her son had already fallen asleep.

"You'll be staying here tonight." Luo Wanfeng walked towards the living room with the wine glass in his hand. He put the wine on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa.

He leaned back weakly on the back of the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, looking exhausted.

Yu Muxi looked at him, vaguely feeling that he was depressed, and there was a gloomy depression all over his body.

She was silent, turned and went upstairs, towards Xiao Xing's room.

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Yu Muxi's back, his deep black pupils were instantly covered with a layer of heat and loss that couldn't be melted away, and there was pain that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

Yu Muxi gently pushed Xiaoxing's room away and walked slowly to the side of the big bed under the dim light.

The son on the bed was sleeping soundly.

She moved lightly without making any sound, and slowly lay beside Xiao Xing, kissing his immature little face uncontrollably.

Missing like a wave, an instant attack came.

She gently hugged her son into her arms, buried him in his small shoulders, and sobbed silently.

That night, she didn't leave.

Until the next morning, she woke up with Xiaoxing's kiss.

She opened her hazy eyes and saw Xiaoxing's handsome face with a bright smile, and she kept kissing her.

"Mom, it's really mom." Xiaoxing was so excited that he hugged Yu Muxi, buried her in her chest, and said with a choked voice, "Mom is finally home."