Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Yurou's neck was severely pinched by Fu Sichen, and he was not merciful at all. Compared to the pain in her neck, it was the heart in her chest that hurt her more.

Closing her tearful eyes, she suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and said to him hoarsely, "I haven't framed Tang Xinyan, Si Chen, I just told Naer that all because I love you so much. I'm so afraid of losing you.

do you know? How painful and sad was I when I heard you holding me and calling Tang Xinyan's name? I can lose everything, except you! If you don't believe me, you can put more effort and choke me to death! "

Looking at Tang Yurou, who was not afraid of death at all, Fu Sichen loosened her slender neck with shaking hands.

He looked at her with a complex and heavy expression, his voice hoarse, "You go, I want to be calm and calm by myself."

Tang Yurou bit her bloodless lip, didn't say a word, and left with interest.

When I walked to the door, I saw that he was still standing there, without the intention of keeping her, her chest seemed to be torn open by black hands.

Bloody pain.

They are all Tang Xinyan, since she has been divorced, she still exists in her life with Fu Sichen like air.

Suddenly remembered Mo Chiwei's figure in her mind, her pupils widened sharply.

The man kissing Tang Xinyan in Fu Sichen's MMS is Mo Chiwei?

How is it possible, how is it possible!

Tang Yurou put her hands in her hair, clasping her scalp hard, she kept shaking her head, she couldn't believe that Wei Mo Chi could ignore Tang Xinyan's dirty body and really fell in love with her!

...

A satisfied man was in a good mood. After taking a shower, he came out wearing a white long-sleeved V-neck T-shirt and white slacks.

Looking at his well-dressed appearance, Tang Xinyan couldn't help giving a four-character evaluation in his heart: the robed bird.

He personally went to the kitchen equipped in the suite and ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles with her, topped with a golden egg and two pieces of cabbage.

The color, fragrance, and taste are delicious, and it looks appetizing.

She annoys him and annoys him, but she will not treat her stomach badly either.

Besides, his cooking skills are really good.

A bowl of simple noodles, he made a hundred times more delicious than hers.

"It's a pity that you don't become a chef, Wei Mo Chi, if you take the lead, you will definitely attract countless fans."

Mo Chiwei took a tissue and wiped the corners of her lips that were stained with oil. A spring-like smile appeared on her handsome face, "If there are too many fans, Mrs. Mo will be jealous?"

Tang Xinyan patted the big hand he was wiping the corner of her mouth, blushing and coughed, "Who is jealous? I don't love you, so I won't be jealous."

Wei Mo Chi took her little hand and forced her to sit on his long legs.

She was a little flustered, thinking of the scene where she used her hand to help him solve his needs, for fear that he would react after holding her. She looked at his trouser chain unconsciously.

Her little behavior was seen in his eyes, "Mrs. Mo, just stared at her husband after eating the noodles. Didn't you have enough?"

With his low voice, faint tone, and dark and elegant eyes, she felt that her scalp was about to explode.

She stood up from his legs like an electric shock, Qiaomei's face was burning, she did not dare to look at him again, "I don't want to care about you, I'm back to the 26th floor."

She walked past him, and he held her hand. She pumped a few times and couldn't get it back, and stared at him in shame, "I will never stay here to rest."

Staying with this man for another second, she will die in embarrassment.