Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Jiang Muyu looked at him calmly, "Yes, I know that I am Huo Beicheng's wife now, you can rest assured that I will behave well to outsiders."

Young master Huo, the bastard, you hate me.

She obviously doesn't like it, why should she be restricted?

She felt that she really didn't understand Huo Beicheng, and she couldn't even guess what he was thinking in his heart.

In the past 13 years, she could almost guess his emotions accurately.

But then, in the next six years.

There seemed to be too much estrangement between them. Once she was familiar with him mocking her, she could hear the concern in his tone.

But now...

It should be said that she was too naive at the beginning, or it should be said that she has grown up now.

"Show me, then you should know your obligations as the young wife of the Huo family." The anger in Huo Beicheng's heart continued to spread.

Looking at the little woman's indifferent look, that understated expression seemed to tell him all the time that she didn't care about this marriage at all.

If it wasn't because of the child, or because of his coercion...

Jiang Muyu trembled slightly, "Yes, I know."

She raised her head to meet his gaze, and smiled slightly with hooked lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, "So, I didn't refuse just now, did I?"

The girl's soft voice was accompanied by a smile, but her heart was getting colder and colder.

"Jiang Muyu, do you have to do this?" Huo Beicheng's heart ached, and the flames of anger kept burning his last nerve.

He clasped her chin, raised her head, and bit her lips with his mouth, and pulled her into his arms with his other hand, and lifted her skirt in a somewhat rough motion.

"Even if I treat you like this, are you still indifferent?"

of course not.

"Yes, anyway, it's not that I haven't slept. Huo Dashao is so handsome, I don't lose money if I sleep with you."

With a soft tone, she smiled and said something against her will.

Huo Beicheng's eyes grew cold, "Jiang Muyu!"

The little woman smiled coquettishly, changed her hands to be active, and hooked his neck, "Didn't you say that you want me to fulfill my husband and wife obligations?"

Huo Dashao's hand clasping her waist was getting closer and closer, his eyes were as dark as the deep sea, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces and rub her into his body.

Xiaoyi, do you care about Ji Ziyang so much?

If it wasn't for his coercion, would you be lying in that guy's arms like this now?

Thinking of that scene, all the tense rational nerves seemed to be broken by all the flames of jealousy in an instant.

He picked her up and stared at her closely, "I will fulfill you."

After the words fell, he carried the person in his arms and walked directly towards the lounge next to him, and finally locked the door of the lounge behind him with a bang.

Depress, enter, vent with rage.

There is no warmth at all.

"Ah!" Jiang Muyu shuddered in pain, wanting to shrink back in fear.

Huo Beicheng clasped her hands tightly with both hands, pushing her forward bit by bit, as if punishing her, cold sweat covered her forehead.

Not to mention that she was not feeling well, it was also a torment for him at this time.

"Why do you want to retreat?"

Jiang Muyu's eyes were instantly moist, and she raised her hand and slapped the man desperately, tears streaming down from the pain, "Huo Beicheng, you bastard, I hate you, I hate you."

The woman's voice was full of tears, and she slapped him with both hands.

Huo Dashao's eyes flickered, and all movements stopped.