It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

The entrance of the executive suite on the top floor of the Royal Plaza Hotel.

Lin Yang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.The unprecedented tension was accompanied by a little anticipation. He even forgot to press the doorbell, and his slender fingers gently knocked on the dark brown door.

Soon the door was slowly opened, and as soon as he raised his head, Lin Yang met Mo Ningxuan who was standing at the door and looked at him with disdain.

He was wearing a cotton gray bathrobe, with a loose belt hanging around his waist, revealing the wheat-colored skin on his chest, and a little indifference in his deep eyes.

Lin Yang clenched her fists tightly, and her fingertips pierced hard into the palm of her hand, which turned white. She had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with this man, but she never expected to meet in such a situation.

Her whole body was trembling slightly, and she was full of words, but she couldn't say a word.

"Ning Xuan is so late, who is it?"

A melodious and charming female voice came from the room, asking as if coquettishly.

Before deciding to meet the man, Lin Yang had prepared a lot of words, but all of them stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

White arms encircled Mo Ningxuan's strong waist from behind, and a delicate face rested lightly on his shoulders.

The woman's damp hair revealed what they had just been doing in this room.

The blood on Lin Yang's face gradually faded, and his snow-white jade teeth bit his lower lip tightly, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

Mo Ningxuan noticed the red and white expressions on Lin Yang's face.

There was a sarcasm in Mo Ningxuan's mouth, he turned his head, and said in a thick and hoarse voice: "You go back first, we have something to talk about, give me a message when you get home."

The woman was slightly startled, with a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, she left Mo Ningxuan's body and pulled his belt.

"En..." The woman raised her face and pursed her lips.

Mo Ningxuan looked at her, his deep eyes sank slightly, and he pressed a kiss on the woman's small and bright red lips.

The woman happily turned around, picked up her bag and walked out, passing by Lin Yang, with a contemptuous smile in the corner of her eyes, and the sound of high heels suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Looking at the scene just now, Lin Yang's heart reached freezing point, as if someone had stabbed his heart hard with a sword, dripping with blood and unable to move.

Originally, she thought that she had perfectly disguised the scars in her heart in the past five years, but she never thought that just a kiss from Mo Ningxuan and someone else could make her heart throb again.

As the sound of high-heeled shoes faded away, Mo Ningxuan who was leaning against the door cast a cold glance at Lin Yang, and snorted coldly: "Hurry up and get out, wait for me to carry you in with a sedan chair?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Ningxuan stopped looking at Lin Yang and didn't care if she followed her, and walked into the house without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Yang looked at Mo Ningxuan's indifferent back, completely opposite to the tenderness just now, took a deep breath, and closed the door.

Just as she walked to the door of the bedroom, a strong force from her waist picked her up and threw her heavily on the bed.

The internal organs seemed to be smashed into pieces, Lin Yang let out a soft cry of pain, before she got up, the man's thick hormonal breath wrapped her up.

The man kissed Lin Yang's mouth domineeringly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"Don't, um... um, don't..."

She wanted to struggle subconsciously, but because the man's strength was too great, she couldn't push him away at all.

Lin Yang tightly closed his lips, trying to block the man's intrusion. The man pinched her chin with his right hand and squeezed his fingers hard. Lin Yang was forced to open his lips. The man's smell instantly filled Lin Yang's surroundings.

Lin Yang worked hard to calm down the fluctuations in his heart. The faint scent of perfume that did not belong to her permeated her body. She could smell it clearly, and her eyes were full of water vapor.

Mo Ningxuan raised his head, tightly clutching Lin Yang's wrist with his left hand, with a look of contempt on his face.

"I thought that Miss Lin was ready to come. It seems that I was thinking too much. Miss Lin didn't come to see me to save her brother."

Mo Ningxuan shook Lin Yang's hands away forcefully, because Lin Yang thought his arm was going to break because of too much strength.

"Mo Ningxuan, can't we have a good talk? The matter between us has nothing to do with my brother, he is innocent." The tears in Lin Yang's eyes were almost about to fall, and his teeth were clenched tightly Lower lip, endured the pain in his body and looked at Mo Ningxuan pitifully.

Seeing Lin Yang's lovely and pitiful look, Mo Ningxuan suddenly lost interest.