Wrong marriage! The black-bellied uncle wants a legitimate status every day

Lin Mingmo froze in place, struggling intensely in her heart for a long time before slowly turning around.

She took a deep breath and called out softly, "Mr. Mo, you called me?"

Mo Zheng frowned, feeling that the voice was somewhat harsh and unfamiliar.

"Come here." He ordered in a deep voice.

Lin Mingmo's heart beat faster and her whole body felt hot.

Should he run away now and attract their attention, or should he blend in with these women and fool them?

Lin Mingmo chose the latter.

She walked over and sat next to Mo Zheng pretending to be calm. She picked up a grape from the fruit bowl on the table and handed it to Mo Zheng's mouth.

"Mr. Mo~" she said delicately, holding her throat, "Do you want to eat?"

Mo Zheng looked at the woman beside him. Although the mask covered most of her face, her lips exposed were plump and full, with a cherry-like texture that was very tempting.

Moreover, this woman did not have the same scent of powder as other women, but exuded a faint fragrance.

Very fresh.

He likes fresh ones best.

Mo Zheng took Lin Mingmo's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to eat. I want you to feed me."

Lin Mingmo felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Who could have imagined that the serious Mo Zheng was actually so flirtatious in private? It completely overturned her impression of him.

But having reached this point, Lin Mingmo had no choice but to continue acting.

She stared at his mouth, twisted the grapes between her fingers and stuffed them into his mouth.

Mo Zheng turned away and refused.

"Really?" Mo Zheng said impatiently, "Do you understand the rules?"

Lin Mingmo was stunned and looked around awkwardly.

She accidentally met Sheng Yuan's deep gaze and quickly dodged away.

At this time, another masked woman kindly reminded: "Sister, grapes should be fed with your mouth. Like this..."

As she spoke, she also picked up the grapes, held them between her lips, and fed them mouth to mouth to the man next to her.

The man's tongue rolled up the grapes and ravaged the woman's mouth...

There was a cheer in the box.

Lin Mingmo's cheeks suddenly turned hot and she regretted it.

I should have run away earlier!

They are having so much fun!

It’s worthy of being Sheng Yuan’s circle.

Lin Mingmo felt somewhat fortunate for her initial resolve. A man like Sheng Yuan would never change his mind for anyone.

Her hand was still hanging in the air, frozen in place. Mo Zheng grabbed her wrist, his slightly tipsy breath gushing out, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

His eyes were cold and he stared straight at Lin Mingmo.

"I...that..." Lin Mingmo struggled hard.

Couldn't break free.

"Mo Zheng!" Lin Mingmo couldn't help but yell his name, "Let me go!"

The others all showed expressions of astonishment and surprise. In this situation, no one dared to call these people by their names...

Mo Zheng frowned, and an angry look appeared on his face.

I came out to play, but was actually rejected.

At this time, everyone else in the box quieted down and turned their eyes to Lin Mingmo.

Courageous!

The women looked at each other, trying to figure out who this woman was through their eye contact, so as not to implicate others because of her.

"Oh, I see. You should be embarrassed in front of so many people..." Mo Zheng's eyes darkened.

He stood up and held Lin Mingmo's wrist tightly without letting go.

"Excuse me, everyone." As he said that, he pulled Lin Mingmo out.

This kind of operation is nothing new to everyone.

After all, there is a hotel upstairs, which is specially prepared for those who seek pleasure.

Many people cast envious glances at Lin Mingmo.

Lin Mingmo was trembling with fear.

"Don't do this! Mo Zheng! Let me go!" Lin Mingmo struggled and resisted.

However, how could Mo Zheng let go so easily?

In a hurry, Lin Mingmo shouted: "Sheng Yuan!"

Mo Zheng stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Lin Mingmo, and chuckled, "You're quite good at it."

I thought Sheng Yuan would ignore it, but unexpectedly he slowly stood up.

The tall body, sinister face, strong and inviolable temperament, and the sense of oppression are full.

"I want this person."

As soon as Sheng Yuan's voice came out, Lin Mingmo's heart skipped a beat.

She stopped struggling, huddled down and lowered her head.

Mo Zheng looked at Sheng Yuan who was getting closer and closer. Under the influence of alcohol, he sneered and vented his dissatisfaction, "Sheng Yuan, you have always loved to compete with me since you were a child."

The two men's eyes met in the air, and there seemed to be a barely perceptible flash of fire.

Someone stood up to try to smooth things over and ease the atmosphere.

"Come on, let them all leave, and let's drink together, brothers!"

There was also a woman wearing a mask who pressed herself against Sheng Yuan and said delicately, "Fourth Master, Lily can also make you feel comfortable..."

Sheng Yuan pushed the woman away and stared at Mo Zheng.

The scene was extremely tense and awkward, and no one dared to breathe.

Sheng Yuan and Mo Zheng are fighting over the same woman. This scene is simply shocking.

Mo Zheng grabbed Lin Mingmo's hand and tightened it, causing Lin Mingmo to groan in pain.

"It's almost...broken!" she protested softly.

Sheng Yuan's eyes immediately darkened, and his tone became more serious, "Give her to me!"

After all, Mo Zheng didn't want the situation to continue to be awkward, so he pulled Lin Mingmo over and threw her towards Sheng Yuan.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Lin Mingmo staggered, lost her balance, and crashed into Sheng Yuan's arms.

Sheng Yuan raised his hand and held her waist, allowing her to fall steadily into his arms, while also restraining her so that she could not escape.

"It was originally mine." Sheng Yuan replied coldly.

Mo Zheng stared at him for a few seconds, then shrugged helplessly.

"Everyone, keep drinking and have fun!" Mo Zheng shouted excitedly as if nothing had happened.

It's just a small episode and shouldn't affect everyone's mood.

The atmosphere in the box became lively again. Mo Zheng was surrounded by women, laughing wildly.

Lin Mingmo was still in a daze when Sheng Yuan picked her up and walked out the door.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Lin Mingmo struggled hard.

Compared to Sheng Yuan's strength, her actions were like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Sheng Yuan had a gloomy face all the way as he carried Lin Mingmo into the elevator.

Lin Mingmo watched him press "18" and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Does Sheng Yuan really want to take her to the hotel upstairs?

Does he usually spend the night with other women like this?

Lin Mingmo already had the answer in her heart.

This is Sheng Yuan.

That romantic and passionate young man Jiang Jingui.

During those many nights of debauchery and extravagance, countless women lingered by his side.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of grievance and discomfort surged into Lin Mingmo's heart, and she bit his shoulder hard.

Sheng Yuan let out a muffled groan, and without changing his expression, he hugged Lin Mingmo tightly, walked out of the elevator, and walked to the door of his reserved room as if he was familiar with the place. He opened the door with his fingerprint, walked straight to the bed, and threw Lin Mingmo up.

Realizing that she would not be able to escape today, Lin Mingmo quickly touched the mask on her face. Fortunately, it was still intact.

Sheng Yuan's face turned slightly red and his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing that he was drunk and unconscious.

Lin Mingmo thought to herself, he must be drunk and probably hasn't recognized me yet?

"Sheng Yuan..." Lin Mingmo called tentatively.

However, Sheng Yuan ignored it.

He unbuttoned his clothes skillfully with his hands and said in a low, cold voice, "Don't move later, or I can't promise not to hurt you."