Lucky to Have You Till the End

After a while, the man who received Ye Ran's text message walked into the bar.

Ye Ran winked at him, and he immediately helped Tang Xinyan who was drunk to leave.

Seeing them going out, Ye Ran walked towards the box where Mo Chiwei was.

In the dim light, the man lay down on the sofa with a long body, as she expected, he drank too much.

She failed to sleep to him last night, and tonight is another great opportunity.

She squatted on the edge of the sofa, looking at the back of the man's head with short hair, her eyes obsessed, "Mr. Mo, why don't you want me? Is there anything I can't compare to Tang Xinyan? Is she that good? Is it worth your love then?"

"Do you know that she is just a shameless white lotus, married to Fu Sichen, and still have the face to marry you! I admit, my face is not as good as her, but I am not bad, don't you Reject me, okay?"

"She doesn't trust you at all, what I say is what I say. What is so good about such a woman? If we are together in the future, I will definitely trust you 100%!"

Ye Ran kissed the back of his head, quickly took off his clothes, and embraced the man's broad shoulders emotionally.

"Mr. Mo..."

Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly turned over and pressed her under him forcefully.

She opened her misty eyes, looked dimly at the handsome man in front of her, and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

"Mr. Mo, I love you so much. I know that you want to take advantage of me in front of Xinyan. I am wrong. Don't blame me, OK?"

The man did not speak from beginning to end, but his body was no longer indifferent to her.

He responded to her.

Ye Ran was overjoyed.

She unbuttoned his shirt with her small hands, and couldn't help but draw from his chest slowly towards his belly.

Excitement, excitement, nervousness, confusion, all kinds of emotions, all came to my heart.

She finally got her wish.

In the box, a woman's tenderness and a man's panting soon sounded.

...

Tang Xinyan was taken away by the rich second-generation Zhou Ziqing, who wanted to take advantage of Qiao Fei on the yacht last time.

He went out from the bar with Tang Xinyan in his arms, smelling the scent of her hair, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Drinking wine, the fragrance is so charming, it really is the woman Mo Chi likes.

Last time on the yacht, Mo Chiwei nearly beat him to death for Qiao Fei, so he secretly vowed that he must retaliate.

A woman who can play with him is really cool to think about.

Walking to his sports car, Zhou Ziqing was about to stuff Tang Xinyan in, and suddenly a sharp fist slammed into his face.

Zhou Ziqing fell to the ground unexpectedly.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the man who was condescending to stare at him.

His pupils shrank for a while.

Why is Mo Chiwei?

Isn't he with Ye Ran?

Mo Chiwei was dressed in black clothes, his eyes were dazzling, and his handsome face was cold, like the king of darkness.

Zhou Ziqing automatically recalled the brutal scene of the last time he wanted to take advantage of Qiao Fei and was beaten up by him.

Zhou Ziqing gritted his teeth, resting his hands on the ground, and just about to stand up to fight back, he got another kick on his abdomen.

Mo Chiwei's bright black leather shoes stepped on his face, and his voice said coldly, "Want to dye. Point to my woman?"

Zhou Ziqing shivered with fright, "No, I, I, I..." After stammering for a long time, his voice trembled, "Ye Ran, she sent me a message to come over. She wanted me to ruin Tang Xinyan. I want you to never be together."

"Is the photo of Qiao Fei in your hands?" Mo Chiwei asked coldly.