The president was slapped twice by the president's wife... This news will probably spread throughout the company tomorrow.
Mo Shichen stared at her, his eyes gradually becoming sharper, and even his smile had a sinister flavor that could not be erased, "Madam, you are addicted to slapping men, right?"
Wen Yi held her breath and looked at him without averting her eyes, with a sneer on her lips, "I also want to ask why your face looks so twitchy."
A cold smile escaped from his lips. Wen Yi's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. She subconsciously took a step back and was about to walk out of the elevator. However, the next second her arm was grabbed by someone, and a strong force hit her hard. Pulling back, her shoulder and back hit the wall without warning, causing her to muffled "Ah" in pain.
But even this simple monosyllable was swallowed up by the man's blocked lips.
This scene happened to be clearly seen by the employees who were getting off work one after another -
The former Vice President Wen's current CEO's wife and the CEO must have had a quarrel in the elevator. Then the CEO's wife got angry and slapped the CEO, but when she was about to walk out of the elevator, she was pulled against the wall by the president and kissed her.
The man's tongue invaded her mouth, entangled and stirred, her taste buds were full of flavors that did not belong to her, and the surrounding area was forced to be filled with strong and dry male scent.
It took Wen Yi a while to realize what he was doing.
Her first reaction was to raise her foot and kick it with all her strength.
The man paused in pain. If he wasn't kissing him, he might have groaned. His breathing became heavy, and even after it slowed down, it was still slightly disordered.
The force of this kick is not the point. The point is that after Wen Yi kicked him so many times, she finally came across a pair of offensive shoes. Because winter had come, she wore a pair of high-heeled mid-length boots. The outer material is slightly hard, and it is painful enough to hit the fragile and painful calf bones.
But instead of letting go of the kiss, he kissed her deeper and more fiercely. He swept every corner of her mouth as if to vent his emotions, and licked her aggressively and skillfully, making her scalp wet. All tingling.
She wanted to bite him, but before she could use any force, the man who was keenly aware of it predicted it in advance. He quickly raised his hand and pinched her jaw to prevent her upper and lower teeth from exerting force, and even forced her to open her mouth slightly, not to mention his request for a kiss. and encroachment.
Wen Yiren was pushed against the wall by him, and his hands were held behind his back. He couldn't even bite him. He could only kick him randomly in anger, but most of them were in vain, or he couldn't attack his vitals again. .
Mo Shichen kissed her for a long time without any intention of stopping.
When he started kissing her, it was indeed out of anger and punishment, but as he kissed her, the taste changed, because since that day, let alone kissing intimately, they didn't even say a few words, and suddenly they tasted it again. When I smell her, even if I'm just kissing, I feel a lingering feeling of knowing her essence and not wanting it to end.
The passage of time gave Wen Yi a chance to calm down after her anger.
She gradually stopped struggling, and just when Mo Shichen thought she was softened by the kiss and complied, she suddenly licked him lightly back. The man was startled unconsciously, and the kiss became more intense. , but it is no longer so rough and unorganized, but has become more affectionate and deep.
Wen Yi saw the opportunity and used all her strength to kick him harder, right where the pain still lingered.
Injury added to injury, he finally ended the kiss, making a vague muffled sound from his chest. He squinted his eyes and no longer pressed on her body, but stepped back half a meter, lowered his head and hunched his shoulders slightly. , with a gloomy face waiting for the sharp labor pain to pass.
Because of this fierce long kiss, and because of the pain, the man was breathing heavily. He looked at the woman with short black hair who was still leaning against the wall with a cold and wary face. He closed his eyes and suppressed the pain, and gently curled his eyes. Lip laughed out loud, hoarse and solemn, "Why don't you continue fanning?"
Wen Yi was confused and had trouble breathing. Don't say she didn't want to see him at the moment. Even staying with him in this small elevator would make her feel suffocated. She immediately glanced at this cheeky man coldly and raised her feet to go out. .
This time, Mo Shichen didn't stop her and let her walk past him.
Wen Yi walked several meters before she calmed down. Where was she going? The car she drove was parked on the parking lot in front of the company, not here at all.
She adjusted her breathing to calm down, stopped and stroked her forehead, thinking about which way to go back to the company lobby to pick up the car, but as soon as she turned around, she saw the man who was walking slowly because she had kicked him hard. He had already walked behind her and met her eyes as she turned around.
Mo Shichen raised his chin, pointed in one direction, and said softly and hoarsely, "The car is over there."
Wen Yi was much calmer at this time, and there was a hint of ridicule in her laughter, "Mo Shichen, do you think I should compromise with you like this?"
The man looked at her and smiled casually, "Obviously, you find me even more annoying."
"It turns out you still know yourself."
"Of course, I know, madam, that you are a soft-spoken person."
She sneered without warmth, "But now I won't eat it no matter how soft it is, so you just use the hard one, right?"
He smiled, "Otherwise, if you have any better suggestions, you can mention them to me."
"I don't like you, I hate you, I even hate you, Mo Shichen, even if you trap me in this marriage as you wish, what does this relationship mean to you? Do you think I will Are you feeling better, or do you think you can be better off?"
There was a faint smile on Mo Shichen's lips, "This issue needs to be considered after I keep you."
Wen Yi looked at him steadily for a while, then turned around and walked past him without hesitation, heading back toward the elevator.
A gentle tone sounded low and leisurely behind her, "Madam, if you don't want things to get worse, you have to let me see you when I get home. It's hard to say that a life with a history of prison will not leave stains."
She paused for a moment, but it was only for a few seconds, and she continued walking forward without looking back.
She took the elevator back to the lobby of the company's front desk, then went out and walked to the parking lot to pick up her car.
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Mo Shichen's car drove slowly back to the manor. This was not because his legs were kicked. He couldn't use his legs to drive and the driver was also the driver. When his car drove back to the manor's parking garage, he looked out the window. I saw the white Bentley parked there.
Of course, all the other cars in the garage are also there.
Mo Shichen walked into the house with a leisurely pace. He took off his coat and suit and handed them to Su's mother to hang on the hangers. Then he asked casually, "Madam, are you upstairs?"