President please let go

Chapter 4 Chapter 11 Entanglement
"You're lying!" Clenching her fingertips tightly, Mo Yang shook her head excitedly, unwilling to believe what Luo Wentian said no matter what.

"Lying?" Yin Wu's black eyes shone with a cruel cold light, Luo Wentian laughed out loud, and said sarcastically: "Believe it or not...you really impress me...to get rid of me, you can actually do Such an unethical thing happened..."

Panicked and took two steps back, Mo Yang frowned, bitter tears rolled in her eyes, "This is not true..."

Interest brushed across his handsome and cold face, Luo Wentian had already obtained the desired result, he waved his palm, "Go ask the person concerned, maybe you can get the answer."

This is Luo Wentian, if others hurt him, he will get it back ten times and a hundred times.

Mo Yang turned pale, rushed out the door, just stepped out of the room, a touch of elegant figure came into view.

Xi Ze was wearing a blue-purple suit, leaning lazily on the side of the corridor, with his head half down, as if he was deep in thought.

Sensing Mo Yang's approach, he lifted his eyelids and stared at her watery eyes with deep pool-like eyes, "I didn't expect...we will meet again so soon."

"Are you my brother?" Mo Yang rushed to Xi Ze's eyes in two or three steps, and Mo Yang eagerly grabbed his collar and asked eagerly.

Ghostly smile lines loomed on his lips, Xi Ze raised his eyebrows noncommittally, brushed Mo Yang's fingertips coldly away with his big palm, and said in a deep and indifferent voice, "I know so soon."

"You know? So... that night, you already knew?" Mo Yang looked at his relaxed expression angrily, raised his palm suddenly, and swung it out fiercely.

"Pa..." The crisp sound echoed in the corridor, and the crimson palm prints spread along Xi Ze's side face to his neck.

Time was silent for a few seconds at this moment.

The burning pain came so quickly that Xi Ze had no time to react, and the flames of anger gathered in the bottom of his eyes bit by bit.

Turning his head slowly, a gloomy look flashed across his cheeks, Xi Ze half-closed his eyes, reached out with his long arm, and clasped Mo Yang's arm, mocking words escaped one after another: "Don't forget, it's you I was tempted...I reminded you, you can't play this game."

"You bastard!" Intense remorse poured into his heart, and Mo Yang cursed in tears, "I don't know the truth, and you...what good will it do you? We..."

Suddenly letting go of his big palm, Xi Ze lowered his head and poured warmth into Mo Yang's ear, "All one-night stands are very similar, too monotonous, and there are more taboo entanglements between us... full of fun , isn't it?"

Smelling the natural fragrance emanating from her temple hair, Xi Ze felt fascinated, and he smiled in confusion.

Salty wet and bitter tears rushed down from the beautiful gray-green eyes, Mo Yang clenched her pink lips, and hurriedly dodged aside.

She stared at the man with whom she had the closest relationship with hatred, this brother who had a blood relationship with her.

"Secular morality is like dung in my eyes... I have always lived a life of will..." Xi Ze strode close to Mo Yang, locked her in a corner of the corridor, and rested her long arms on her head side, warned in a cold tone: "Since you have messed with me, before I get tired of this game, you have to keep playing with me..."

As soon as the words were finished, Xi Ze turned around and strode into the study, leaving Mo Yang curled up in the corner of the corridor alone.

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