She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

They talk about cooperating with him, but they keep looking for trouble in their actions. Even a fool can see that they are not in harmony.

Shang Manyue was immediately laughed out of anger. Why did the villain file a complaint first?

She didn't refute him, she just looked up at him and said without any emotion: "It's hard to swallow dishes that don't suit your appetite. So in order to accommodate your appetite, I couldn't eat for three years, and you just had such a meal." Unbearable?"

As she said that, she sneered, "Mr. Huo is really delicate."

Huo Jingbo didn't seem to expect that she was going back on old scores at this time, and he became more and more angry. He replied: "Who asked you to accommodate me? Did I force you?"

In his memory, she always had a smile on her face in front of him. She liked everything. When did she stop liking him?

"Yes, you didn't ask me to accommodate you, you didn't force me."

Shang Manyue smiled and nodded, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "So, Mr. Huo, you want to say that I brought it on myself. It's my fault."

Huo Jingbo choked.

She obviously had a beautiful smile, with stars in her eyes, but her smile at the moment was particularly dazzling and uncomfortable.

He had always been bright and flamboyant, but he didn't like how she looked down on herself now. He pursed his thin lips slightly and was about to explain that he didn't mean it this way when he heard her continue.

"Who hasn't fallen in love with one or two scumbags when they were young and frivolous? It would be great if they knew how to stop losses in time and wake up."

She deliberately looked him up and down, and said very bluntly: "I can see clearly now, doesn't that make me sober?"

"If I could do it over again, I would never have agreed to marry you three years ago!"

Every word turned into a thin needle pricking his heart, especially the last sentence, as if he had violated some taboo, and he suddenly became angry.

"Shang Manyue, if you don't want to marry me, who do you want to marry?"

Shang Manyue replied without thinking: "It would be better to marry anyone than marrying you. If I had married another man three years ago, my children might be able to have soy sauce by now!"

After her parents passed away, although her uncle was very kind to her, he dreamed of her rushing to the hospital at midnight and saw the doctor covering their bodies with white cloth. At that moment, she felt horribly cold.

The vast world was filled with ice and snow, with no end in sight, and she was walking alone in it, feeling cold, tired and hungry.

So she was extremely eager to have someone to accompany her, to have a home of her own, and to have her own children.

Three years ago, the Huo family came to propose marriage. She thought she had finally waited for redemption in her life. She placed her hopes on Huo Jingbo, but he failed her.

The veins on Huo Jingbo's forehead were pulsing, and her more outrageous words were simply jumping on his radar.

With anger jumping in his eyes, he pushed her against the wall, grabbed her hands, pressed them to her head, and covered her red lips fiercely.

Crushing and ravaging wantonly.

Her mouth is only suitable for pleasing men, not for talking.

There wasn't a word he liked to hear.

Shang Manyue never expected that he suddenly stopped being a human being. He was so angry and annoyed that he quickly struggled hard.

"Go away... um..."

All her words were swallowed up, and her little strength couldn't shake the man in the slightest. She was even more powerfully surrounded by him, like an iron wall.

Shang Manyue's eyes were so angry that she bit her hard.

The smell of blood spread from between his lips and teeth. Huo Jingbo paused, frowned slightly, and then slowly raised his eyes.

Just looking at her so close.

Not only did he not retreat, he seemed to have been aroused by the man's desire to conquer, but he also took off the reserved skin of a famous nobleman on the surface, revealing the wildness and madness in his bones.

He made a very low sound, touched her lower back with his big palm, tightened it, and bit her neck directly.

Like a wild beast, it stares at its prey and bites off the neck in one bite.

Shang Manyue sweated in pain for a moment, and then the next second, she felt the tip of his tongue gently licking and sucking.

Bit by bit, full of desire.

Not knowing when, his hand touched her leg and kept moving up. The cold fingertips made her tremble all over.

He was too familiar with her body and knew where her weak points were, and there was no way she could avoid them.

At this moment, it is painful and happy.

But what was more was humiliation. What did the dog think of her? She can be in heat anytime, anywhere, but do you have any respect for her?

She is his wife, but he treats her like a chicken!

"Huo Jingbo, you bastard!"

"If you dare to mess around, you bitch, I will definitely sue you!"

"Are you worthy of your true love?"

However, no matter how she scolded him, it didn't hurt him. Even if she cursed, his movements would be half as heavy.

Seeing the light in his eyes getting darker and darker, and everywhere his palms seemed to leave flames, Shang Manyue's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his strength was almost drained away.

She suddenly stopped struggling and even actively hugged his neck, letting him kiss the side of her neck.

She pressed her ears against his, lightly opened her red lips, and said word by word, "Huo Jingbo, you can do whatever you want, but after that, I will never take any more medicine."

"If I have a child, I must give birth to it!"

She wasn't joking. Even if she made up her mind not to have a relationship with Huo Jing, she would still want a child if she had one.

It is not impossible to leave the father and leave the son.

Apart from the demerit points for being a heartless man, the dog's other genes are plus points. She doesn't object to being the physical father of her child.

child.

These two words were like a taboo, pulling Huo Jingbo back from all his control for a second.

His heavy breathing was still in her ears, and she could still feel something hard against her, but he slowly straightened up and moved away from her.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his dignified look of self-restraint and propriety.

"Shang Manyue, I told you not to mention the child again!"

Without the man's strength, Shang Manyue's legs felt a little weak, but she leaned against the wall and forced herself to stand upright, unwilling to show her weakness in front of him.

She raised her head, looked at him, raised her hand to brush away the hair stuck to her cheek, and said, "Why should I mention it?"

Huo Jingbo frowned deeply, with a hint of boredom and a hint of disappointment appearing in his eyes.

He stared at her for a few seconds, said nothing, and just slammed the door and left.

Shang Manyue's body slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground. She hugged her knees and laughed to herself.

She couldn't deny that when she said those words, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

The result was another disappointment.

I thought...all Huo Jingbo's weird behavior tonight was because he was jealous and he cared about her a little bit. But now it seems that it was just the man's possessiveness that caused the trouble.

After all, she still wears the label of Mrs. Huo.

Even if he doesn't want it, he won't allow others to covet it.

Shang Manyue fixed her messy dress with shaking hands. Her black stockings were torn and couldn't be worn anymore. She simply took them off and threw them in the trash can before getting up and walking out.

Her emotions hadn't calmed down yet, so she didn't go back to the box immediately. Instead, she stood in the corridor, intending to blow in the cold air for a while to calm down.

She didn't know if the wind was too cold tonight, which stung her eyes, and tears fell unexpectedly.

She raised her hand to wipe it, and the more she wiped it, the more she wiped it.

Suddenly a handkerchief was handed to him.