After Li Zheyan finished speaking, he reached out to pull the buttons of her shirt with an extremely serious expression.
"Don't touch me."
Mu Qianling pushed him away vigorously and sat up from the sofa.
His eyes were wide-eyed, worried that his momentum was too weak to restrain this domineering man.
She continued, "You said I seduced you back then.
Did I succeed?"
Li Zheyan pursed his lips, pushed her against the wall forcefully, helped her pull up the open shirt in front of Yue Xiong, covering the purple bar inside, buttoned the buttons meticulously, raised his thick eyebrows, and answered directly Her words.
“After seven years of wandering, it’s time to go home.”
After hearing this, Mu Qianling twitched the corners of his mouth, moved away his hot hands, and held his hands in front of his chest with a touch of teasing.
"My grandma is dead, my brother is in jail, and the Mu family is yours.
If you said you let me go home just because of guilt, I can tell you now that it doesn't have to be like this.
Oh, I forgot again, you have a fiancée, I'm just a Passerby A is at best a mistress with no chance of rising to the top, and has no family."
After saying that, he stood up to leave.
Li Zheyan poured the red wine into the glass elegantly and calmly, and said in a neither fast nor slow tone, "If you want to see your Brother Jian cut off his hands and feet, you can go out and try."
Mu Qianling turned around and glared at him, suppressing his anger and said, "You threaten me."
Li Zheyan casually took a sip of red wine, leaned lazily on the sofa, half-smiling, "I am willing to threaten you if it is useful to you."
Mu Qianling looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, allowing herself to gradually calm down.
She took out her cell phone and sent Brother Jian a message to make an appointment another day.
Sitting angrily on the single sofa farthest from him, his slender legs were crossed, and the scenery on the inner thighs was looming, which made Li Zheyan frown.
She put on a negotiating posture with clear eyes, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Sell my house, take away my job "Drink with me."
Li Zheyan looked at her intently and drank the wine in one gulp.
Mu Qianling, "" Without a job and homeless, the condition is that he comes to drink with his ex-husband who is about to get married.
She thinks her ex-husband, after not seeing each other for seven years, has become extremely cute with his tricks.
Li Zheyan felt that drinking from a wine glass was not enough, so he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, held the bottle to his mouth, and drank bottle after bottle, elegance and wildness, showing an alternative decadent beauty.
This man is so damn handsome.
Thinking about being forced to marry him back then, it was a little worth it.
Mu Qianling swallowed his saliva, having such little and useless thoughts.
"I have no money and no home, and the man who gave birth to your child is not willing to show up.
He is no better than me."
Li Zheyan glanced at her casually and kissed her with her thin lips.
Mu Qianling raised his head and chuckled, "Yes, I was born low-born, and the men I met were all scum.
There was nothing I could do about it."
Li Zheyan turned his head to one side and held the wine bottle in front of his chest in one hand.
He said nothing and was silent.
Mu Qianling pursed her lips and waited for the man's reply.
One second two seconds What was waiting was the sound of this man's even breathing.
She instantly became furious, stood up angrily, stretched out her hand to grab Li Zheyan's arm, "Li Zheyan, you bastard, give me back my house, give back" Before she finished speaking, she realized that the wine bottle in someone's hand was poured onto her white shirt, making it wet.
"Wife" Li Zheyan opened a pair of deep and hazy eyes, looking at Mu Qianling doubtfully, holding her hand tightly with both hands.
Mu Qianling shouted toward the door in panic, "Someone is coming, someone is coming!"
With a "click", Wu Shang hurriedly pushed the door in from the outside and saw Mu Qianling sitting on Li Zheyan with an ambiguous painting style.
He hurriedly bowed his head and exited, and locked the door considerately.
If he goes in and works as a lightbulb to die, it's more like that.
"Wife, I feel bad" Li Zheyan looked at Mu Qianling with distracted eyes, as if he was being coquettish or giving an order.
Mu Qianling was so frightened that his hair stood on end.
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She was still more accustomed to Li Zheyan, who was cold-blooded and ruthless to her and pushed her into the fire pit.
She let out a breath, freed her other hand, and awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt.
The crystal buttons slipped off one by one, revealing the strong chest muscles: