Of course Song Qingyu wanted to avoid him. She turned around to avoid his kiss, but Mo Beiyan didn't give her any chance at all.
Can't fight brute force, what can she do
In the end, he was suppressed again and kissed fiercely for several minutes!
Song Qing had a deadly tone, but found that she was so helpless to face this man.
When he was determined not to let her, he couldn't win a fight or fight...
She burst into tears with anger!
Mo Beiyan regretted seeing such a small wild cat.
In his eyes, where is Song Qingyu a little girl who is only eighteen years old
She is completely thinking of a mature woman, and even most mature women do not have the calmness and wisdom of hers.
In his consciousness, she was so strong that she would not cry for anything at all.
But she cried with anger
"Qing Yu." He let go of his shackles on her, put his arms around her tenderly, and said, "I'm sorry."
Song Qingyu didn't speak, nor looked at him.
Mo Beiyan sighed and grabbed her wrist.
"Hiss!" Song Qingyu gasped when he touched his aching wrist.
Mo Beiyan looked at her hand, only to find that her entire wrist was red and swollen, and she couldn't help but feel distressed as if something had been scraping him.
"I did it?" He didn't remember what he did.
But the anger attacked his heart, he just wanted to possess her, where is there any reason
Song Qingyu said coldly: "It was made by a beast!"
She shouldn't have changed the remark name of "Mo Qi Beast"!
In his bones is a beast!
Mo Beiyan: "..."
He opened his mouth and did not refute her evaluation after all. He put his arms around her and cautiously coaxed: "Sorry, I was so angry at the time. You can punish me, whatever you want, eh?"
After saying that, I felt wrong, and quickly added: "Except for leaving me!"
Song Qingyu sneered and said: "Okay, I won't leave you, I cut you there, okay?"
She was in pain to death, but he was so good now that she can talk very much, and her heart is very unbalanced!
Why should a woman hurt so much, but a man will go to heaven
Mo Beiyan was startled, and immediately smiled lowly, holding her earlobe, and said: "That's not good, what do you use after cutting it?"
The tone was bad.
"Bah!" Song Qingyu said grimly, "I should be worried about this kind of problem, it's not me, shouldn't it be your Mrs. Mo who is more anxious?"
She was very angry.
But she is also desperate for reality.
She doesn't want to be a junior, but if Mo Beiyan doesn't let her go, she can't escape!
She already knew about this matter before, didn't she
Unexpectedly, finally got rid of the identity of the small three and became Mo Beiyan's upright girlfriend or even his fiancee. How long has this been
What made her even more angry was that even though she knew the facts were like this, her mentality towards escaping from Mo Beiyan was not as positive as before!
Mo Beiyan sighed faintly, and said, "Don't be angry, it's just an expedient, helpless move..."
"I know." Song Qingyu didn't want to hear him explain.
Because the more he explained, the more angry she became!
I compromised because I loved her, and had to marry another woman in order to save her!
She blames him? No stand!
Does she blame him? Can't do it!
Mo Beiyan was stunned and asked, "What do you know?"
Song Qingyu didn't look at him, turned her head aside, and said, "Your grandma used me to control you and forced you to marry Ye Bingqing."
"What then?" Mo Beiyan frowned, always feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it.
Song Qingyu said again: "Then..."
She took a breath and felt wronged, her nose became sore again, and she said, "Then you will get the certificate from her. You already have Mrs. Mo, and that person is not me."
Hearing the front, Mo Beiyan still felt unhappy, but the latter sentence exposed her heart, and he suddenly had a place to rest his heart for several hours!
His heart was calmed down by this sentence!
"You are married, but the bride is not me."
The regret and heartache of this kind of meaning, even if Song Qingyu said it in the calmest tone, it still made Mo Beiyan feel it, she had him in her heart!
He was very excited, put his arms around Song Qingyu, turned her head, and said, "Then why don't you ask me, what happened?"
Song Qingyu didn't resist his movements, but shook his head and said, "I probably want it."
"Do you want it?" Mo Beiyan smiled suddenly, nodded her nose, and said: "What you think in your mind must be the truth?"
For Song Qingyu's move that he could still laugh, she looked at him coldly, wishing to chop him off.
Mo Beiyan squeezed her hand, looked at the redness and swelling on her wrist, his smile gradually faded, and said: "I will bring the medicine box over and rub some medicinal oil for you, and then I will explain it to you slowly."
He lowered his head soothingly and lightly touched her lips, turned and got off the bed.
Before going down, she pulled the quilt for her, and the action was full of tenderness.
Song Qingyu didn't move, and lay on its original position.
After a while, Mo Beiyan took the medicine box over, sat down in her arms, took her hand over first, and turned out the medicinal wine for her to wipe.
"Hiss..." Song Qingyu didn't want to cry at all, but it was really painful. She couldn't control the intuitive reaction of her body and kept crying.
Seeing her appearance, Mo Beiyan was very regretful, almost rubbing it, and he was about to come over and kiss her.
At the back, Song Qingyu was angry: "Can you rub it well, kiss a ghost! It hurts me to death!"
She was also self-willed when it was so painful, she kept losing her temper at him.
Mo Beiyan was not angry either, but felt very magical for such willful Song Qingyu.
In his consciousness, Song Qingyu would never have such a naive behavior, but at this time he saw it with his own eyes.
If she weren't able to let go of him, how could she be able to do this
"Mo Beiyan, can you be lighter, do you think you are pinching a rock!"
"Oh, it hurts! Can you hurry up?"
"Are you okay?"
"..."
The little red mouth kept spitting out such words, which made Mo Beiyan both distressed and funny: "It's all right, don't be angry, it's all right, ah."
After kneading the medicinal oil, Song Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She closed her eyes and lay down, feeling that she was just a waste fish.
Who knows, Mo Beiyan's next move made her wish that she could not immediately turn over and jump up: "What are you doing!"
Meeting her angry eyes, Mo Beiyan looked innocent: "I'll give you some medicine."
"Put some medicine, you don't know how to wash your hands!" Song Qingyu yelled, her eyes flushed.
Adding to the crying just now, the eyes are moist and watery, and it looks even more pitiful.
Mo Beiyan: "..."
He had washed his hands before kneading the medicinal wine for her!
Song Qingyu knew at a glance that he had no idea where the problem was, and said desperately: "Don't you know that medicinal liquor is volatile, but is it irritating?"
Mo Beiyan: "..."