Chapter 1787 Why is he angry?

After sending this message, she fell asleep.

Miraculously, this time she actually fell asleep.

She has been suffering from insomnia for too long, and every time she loses sleep, she will think of that day in the hospital, when Qiao Ting revealed the truth.

Thinking of her being alone in the suburbs, hiding like a coward, and then the Jiang family's company disappeared. The media began to report on Jiang Cang's death when he killed someone, and began to report on the mysterious upstart Shen Muye.

Just thinking about this gave her a headache and she couldn't sleep anymore.

But after chatting with Xu Lue, she slept soundly.

She didn't wake up until six in the morning. When she turned over, she felt someone on the bed.

Opening his eyes, he found that Shen Muye was wearing a suit.

He must have just come back, staring at her unblinkingly.

He originally wanted to explain it properly, but Jiang Liu closed his eyes within three seconds of opening them.

Shen Muye put on his suit, pulled the quilt off her body, pressed her down and kissed her.

He kissed her so hard that Jiang Liu felt that her lips were bruised and bloody, and she frowned in pain.

But he didn't care, and conquered the city in her lips.

She felt out of breath and couldn't help but push him.

He let go and stared at her for a few seconds, then moved his kiss towards her neck and sipped the skin on her neck hard several times, leaving several conspicuous marks.

Jiang Liu was in pain, but her hands were grabbed and placed on top of her head.

"open!"

She found that what Shen Muye talked about the most recently was where he was and where to go, while what she said the most was, let go.

But he won't let go even once, no matter how hard he feels, no matter how hard he feels.

Shen Muye has a bit of a ruffian in his heart. How can a man who dares to gamble with loan sharks be a good man? He was just pretending to be innocent in the past.

Jiang Liu couldn't move, and was very powerless every time he faced such things.

She knew he was angry again, but he was the one who stayed away all night, why should he be angry?

Her face looked ugly, and before she could react, he had already grabbed her and bumped her into her.

She bowed her back in pain, but a hand stretched out from her back and forced her arched position downward.

When he took revenge on her before, he did it while blindfolding her.

Now he usually doesn't attack from the front, he always uses force from behind.

Jiang Liu didn't know what he meant and didn't bother to think about it.

Shen Muye was neatly dressed, with only his suit pants a little messy.

His chin rested on Jiang Liu's neck, and his lips would peck her skin from time to time.

At the end of the scene, he buried his forehead on her shoulder and gasped.

Jiang Liu felt that he was extremely cheap. Every time he caught her and did something like this, she felt like a pet he kept.

he asks.

"Did you have a good rest last night?"

Jiang Liu didn't say anything. The flesh on his waist hurt so much from his pinching that his face changed in pain.

"I didn't come back, so you had a good rest, right? Jiang Liu."

He called her name, lifted her chin, and turned his head to look at her.

There was a hint of stubbornness in Jiang Liu's eyes, and he frowned and refused to speak.

Shen Muye's heart trembled violently, and the strength in his hands became much lighter.

Her lips were swollen and her hair was a little messy.

She thought it was over and was about to push the person away, but Shen Muye started again.

She was stiff and motionless.

His movements were so fierce that he wanted to kill her on this bed.

"Stop, stop."

She didn't want to go on like this anymore. She even selfishly wanted to commit crimes outside and be imprisoned together.

Although he couldn't see Jiang Cang, it was better to be in jail with him than to be humiliated by Shen Muye outside.

Shen Muye didn't listen to her words, and she was so tortured that she didn't even have a single piece of good skin on her body.

After all the trouble, he straightened his clothes and saw a water stain on his pants, which belonged to Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu buried himself in the pillow and didn't look at him.

There are also dense marks on her back, and her hair is very messy. The intersection of black and white is inexplicably irritating to people's eyes.

Shen Muye's Adam's apple rolled twice and he slowly began to button the buttons on his cuffs.

"You can sleep a little longer and remember to go downstairs to eat on time."

He didn't expect Jiang Liu to respond, so he just put on these pants and went downstairs.

He was already an hour late for going to the company, but he didn't care at all.

While eating at the dining table, the nanny glanced at the small area where he had wet his face and asked curiously, "Sir, do you need to change these pants? Did they get wet when you washed your face?"

Shen Muye didn't know why, so he didn't answer. His heart was scratched by something inexplicably, and he felt a little numb.