Chapter 2042 Qiao Mohan, you should die!
"mistress!?"
If Su Qing could move, she guaranteed that she would have raised her hand by now and slapped Qiao Mohan on the face.
This man, he really can always 'surprise' himself.
Mistress, fortunately he can figure it out.
"Why, the treatment is worse than what you expected? Did you fail your expectations?" Qiao Mohan pinched Su Qing's small chin and rubbed it bit by bit.
But the curvature of his lips was cold and cruel.
"Qiao Mohan, you'd better be so popular... You think too highly of yourself when you look at me like this."
The man's slanted Danfeng eyes are too alluring to Su Qing.
Those were the eyes that dreamed back at midnight, and often appeared in her dreams.
Staring at him so closely would make Su Qing lose the courage to fight. She was afraid that she would be addicted to it, so she could only turn her eyes away again.
But Qiao Mohan grabbed Su Qing's chin when she wanted to escape.
"Hmm..." Su Qing felt the pain, her bright red lips parted slightly.
But in the next moment, Qiao Mohan bit his lip hard.
"Qiao Mohan, what are you doing...um..."
The body was torn apart by something, and the man who had been entangled with him for so long just now came again! ! !
Su Qing's beautiful almond eyes opened wide, she stopped, but Qiao Mohan blocked all the stops in her throat.
And her hand was firmly fixed by him.
"Su Qing, remember... I, Qiao Mohan, cleaned up the mess you made for you. You have to repay me a thousand times and a hundred times for bringing Xiao Mu'er in. And now... the only thing I'm interested in is you. Yes, only your body."
Qiao Mohan covered Su Qing's mouth with his big palm, preventing her from speaking.
The woman's wet, apricot eyes that were filled with anger and tears just stared at him silently and angrily.
And Qiao Mohan, while begging her fiercely, bit her earlobe as a warning.
"Don't forget your own situation, don't try to reach the sky in one step, even if you can be called 'Mrs. Qiao' to the public, in front of me, Qiao Mohan, you will always be a mistress to be played by me at will. Su Qing, your I don’t deserve to be the mother of the little princess of the Qiao family. Don’t think that Mu’er is clinging to you now, so you can use this to threaten me—”
After finishing speaking, Qiao Mohan clasped Su Qing's shoulders, and before she had time to react, he turned her over.
Su Qing lay prone on the bed, and Qiao Mohan was behind her.
"Bastard! Qiao Mohan, you bastard..." Su Qing finally had time to shout out the words in her heart hoarsely.
But before the words fell, I felt the strength of the man from behind.
"Qiao Mohan, how dare you—"
All the voices became fragmented.
When Qiao Mohan had scarlet eyes, he didn't know whether he was venting his anger, or the inexplicable sourness in his heart completely occupied her.
He bit the woman's smooth and soft shoulders hard.
On her left shoulder, there were string after string of marks belonging to him, Qiao Mohan.
...
The next day, at dawn, Su Qing woke up in chaos.
Qiao Mohan beside him had already left, or in other words, after he vented everything last night, he left indifferently.
Vaguely, Su Qing still remembered what Qiao Mohan seemed to have said to her standing by the bed.
What is it?
Oh, come to think of it, it seems to be—'I never sleep with a mistress, mistresses are just for sex, and you are no exception. '
Oh, what a joke.
The man she once loved so much, the man who once loved her so much, actually classified her as a mistress.
And he, damn it, was pressed on the bed by him, like a mistress, 'serving' him all night.
[Sorry for getting off work late, I just finished writing two chapters, the next two chapters will be updated later, it should be around 19:00]
