After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 517 If I Was Sheng Xifang, You Would Be My First Suspect

"What happened tonight has nothing to do with me, Mo Yuanhang, what do you mean by that, you want to trap me in injustice?" Wan Mei stared straight at him, "Don't talk nonsense about things without evidence. "

evidence?

In tonight's occasion, those who feel resentment towards Zhao Chumian, those who would do that kind of thing...

He can think of.

Could it be that Sheng Xifang couldn't think of it?
"Late night..."

"If I were Sheng Xifang, the first person I would suspect would be you..."

"How long do you think he'll be upstairs?"

Mo Yuanhang suddenly squeezed her arm, "Wanwan, just let me..."

Wan Mei took his arm and suddenly fell down on the bed.

Mo Yuanhang held her down.

She tousled her hair with her hands, "Don't..."

"No, help..."

boom.

The door opened.

"help me……"

"Woooo..."

Wan Mei's crying sound came, and in the dim room, she looked pitiful, being oppressed by Mo Yuanhang.

At the door, Sheng Xifang walked in step by step.

Against the light, the face cannot be seen clearly.

But both of them could feel the ferocious aura emanating from him.

"Brother Sheng..."

"help me……"

Wan Mei whimpered and looked at him, her messy hair fell on her face, "Brother Sheng...he, he..."

Mo Yuanhang reacted quickly, grabbing Wanmei's neck with both hands, "Wan Wan, Wan Wan..."

"you are mine……"

Sheng Xifang got closer and closer,
Stop at the end of the bed.

He stared indifferently, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said nothing.

It seems to be watching them perform.

"Are you two finished? Or just started?" Du Zhao turned on the light.

The room instantly brightened.

Wan Mei's eyes were red, and she cried even more.

"Well……"

"I told you before, I don't like you, yet you treat me like this..." Wan Mei bit her lip, "Get lost! Get out..."

"Um..."

"Wanwan..." Mo Yuanhang stared at her weeping little face, and the movement of pinching her neck became gentle.

In the next second, he felt his clothes tighten.

Du Zhao grabbed his collar, "Second Young Master Mo, we will continue with the matter between you two later."

"what are you going to do?"

"let me go!"

Mo Yuanhang was dragged out by Du Zhao.

He stared at Wanmei lying on the bed, "Wanwan..."

"Night……"

As soon as he left the room, Du Zhao threw him away.

Slam the door shut.

block his view.

"Late night..."

Mo Yuanhang stepped forward excitedly.

Du Zhao twitched his lips and leaned against the door, "Second Young Master Mo, you actually like to force yourself..."

"I can't tell, you're all injured, and you still have that energy..."

"You have good physical strength..."

Mo Yuanhang straightened his clothes, pretended to be calm and leaned against the wall, "Open the door."

"I'll let you continue after the talk, if at that time...she's still alive."

Du Zhao smiled, but his eyes were cold.

"My crutches are still inside..." Mo Yuanhang exhaled heavily, "Du Mu!"

"I'm Du Zhao! That's my brother!" Du Zhao stroked his hair handsomely, "What eyes do you have! I'm much more handsome than my brother!"

He still wants crutches like this?
Climb back.

Mo Yuanhang: "..."

But at the moment in the room, Sheng Xifang was sitting on the sofa.

He glanced at the crutch on the ground from the corner of his eye, and his bloodshot eyes fell on her weeping face.

Wan Mei just sat up, her clothes were messy, her shoulders were exposed, and her hair was messed up.

If Zhao Chumian's appearance was in front of him, he would definitely be unable to take his eyes off his eyes, and his mouth would dry out.

But looking at her at this moment, I just feel that there is no beauty, and even a trace of disgust grows in my heart.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and said four words coldly: "I'll give you a chance."

(End of this chapter)