Love for one night, the CEO is too dangerous

Chapter 32: House flowers do not have the fragrance of wild flowers. Not wanting to see this man and woman flirting with each other, Qiao Muwan took a deep breath, walked around them, and with a very low rate of view, Go to the guest room.

"Where to go?"

The arm was caught suddenly, making her feet stagnate.

"Um……"

There was a numbness in the bloodshot instep, and Qiao Muwan subconsciously frowned.

"let me go!"

She reached out her hand to push Nian Nanchen, but he grabbed her wrist even harder.

Ignoring the existence of the two girls, Nian Nanchen dragged Qiao Muwan to the corner.

"Slap me, Qiao Muwan, you are really promising!"

As a husband, he wanted to "make love and make love" with his wife, but instead of stealing the incense, he was slapped in the face instead.

Thinking of this, Nian Nanchen's eyes became sharper.

"Why, are you just so reluctant to let me touch it? Or do you think house flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers, and you prefer to hang out with those wild-men outside?"

As one of the most famous families in Yancheng, the Nian family has many ladies rushing to climb into the bed of his Nian Nanchen, but he didn't expect that he would allow himself, the most legitimate wife in name, to refuse him.

Nian Nanchen's insulting words made Qiao Muwan's brows tighten even more.

Pursing her lips, she met the eyes that yearned for Ling Chi with chills in her heart: "Yes, compared to a man like you who has been with so many women, I prefer to meet men outside." Get it together!"

"Damn!"

A pair of dark eyes instantly turned red, and Nian Nanchen's grip on Qiao Muwan's wrist subconsciously increased, as if he wanted to crush her: "Qiao Muwan, you have the guts to repeat what you just said!"

Seeing the eyes that wished to swallow him up, Qiao Muwan took a deep breath, and looked up at him bravely: "Nian Nanchen, don't treat me as Qiao Mohan, and don't treat me as bad." A woman who is not four, let you touch me, I think it's dirty! Hmm..."

Almost as soon as her voice fell, she felt the force of her wrist being crushed, and the pain made her heart tremble.

"You think I'm dirty? Heh... Qiao Muwan, I don't fucking think you're an adopted daughter, a rotten piece that Qiao Zhengtian used as a trade item, but you despise me!"

The gloomy face bullied Qiao Muwan, Nian Nanchen's eyes were cold and sharp, and there was a hint of disdain and disgust at the corners of his mouth.

His wrist hurt from being scratched, Qiao Muwan bit his lips tightly, and subconsciously pushed him away: "Nian Nanchen, let me go!"

Because of Qiao Muwan's words, it was as if a fire was burning in Nian Nanchen's chest, burning his thoughts until he lost all reason.

With Qiao Muwan's scream, Nian Nanchen hugged her by the waist: "You think I'm dirty? Sigh, Qiao Muwan, I want you to see how dirty I am!"

While speaking, his iron arms wrapped around her waist, and he strode towards the bedroom with great strides.

"You two come with me!"

Coldly speaking to the two girls behind him, Nian Nanchen kicked open the bedroom door.

"Um……"

Being thrown heavily on the spacious bed, Qiao Muwan whimpered subconsciously.