President please let go

Chapter 22 chapter35 cold palm

Mo Yang sat opposite the desk, silently lowering his eyes, waiting for Luo Wentian's accountability.

The tall figure walked back and forth in the room, and the heavy panting sound escaped from his lips, faintly revealing his gloomy mood.

The sharp gaze cast on Mo Yang with deep reproach, Luo Wentian frowned, and his cold lips parted slightly, "Do you have anything to say about today's matter?"

Looking up, faint confusion flashed in her gray-green beautiful eyes, Mo Yang raised the corners of her lips helplessly, "No."

"What kind of trick are you playing? It feels good to hold two brothers in your palm at the same time, doesn't it?" Thick guard came to his heart, and Luo Wentian's tone was sharper than usual.

With mocking smile lines on his cheeks, Mo Yang looked straight at Luo Wentian's dark eyes without fear, and responded calmly: "That's just your dirty imagination, I have nothing to say about it."

"Fantasy?" Pounced towards Mo Yang with vigorous strides, and pressed her slender shoulders with his big palm. Luo Wentian asked angrily, "Why did you let Xi Ming kiss you? Do you like him, or do you want to use him?"

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes, Mo Yang turned sideways, and slightly distanced himself from Luo Wentian.

Although he didn't want to explain too much because it would bring unnecessary trouble to Xi Ming, Mo Yang cautiously opened his mouth, "There is no affair between us. That kiss was purely just to comfort each other. If there is really something between us, Why wait until this moment? Over the past eight years, Ximing and I have had many opportunities to get along."

Seeing that Mo Yang was not in a panic state, Luo Wentian's tense expression eased a bit.

But after thinking about it, he narrowed his eyes coldly, strode towards the desk, took out a CD from the drawer and threw it at Mo Yang's feet.

"I believe you about Ximing." The mellow voice was full of anger, almost squeezed out from between his teeth, Luo Wentian stared fiercely at Mo Yang, "For the images recorded on this CD, I believe you Waiting for your speech."

Mo Yang frowned in confusion, picked up the CD, and put it on the computer in the study.

After a while, two figures were clearly displayed on the huge projector, and Mo Yang stood up from the seat in amazement.

This CD recorded the scene of Xi Ze holding her back to the bedroom together, and they behaved intimately like lovers.

As the person involved, Mo Yang never realized that when she was nestled in Xi Ze's arms, her brows were filled with complete trust and dependence on him.

Was she really so weak and helpless that night?

With an ugly face, Luo Wentian suddenly turned off the power, stretched out his long arms, and clasped Mo Yang's chin.

Complicated emotions lingered in the depths of the eagle's eyes, looking at Mo Yang's pure face, looking at Mo Yang's stubborn eyes, Luo Wentian tasted that astringent taste for the first time.

A little sour, a little sad, and a little helpless.

In front of Mo Yang, no matter what he did or said, he couldn't arouse her mood swings.

Those clear and beautiful eyes contained nothing but indifference, disgust and resistance.

A strong sense of frustration surged in his heart, Luo Wentian slowly increased the strength of his hands, and his fingertips left a clear fingerprint on Mo Yang's slender and fair neck.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of "Pa..." reverberated in the study, and Luo Wentian swung his backhand vigorously.

A slap came, and the sudden force pushed Mo Yang's body to the right. She fell from the chair and sat heavily on the ground.

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