The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

She was really trembling, such a ho, so scary, made her so scared, really scared.

"Being treated like this is a tool to vent your desires. Please remember clearly and keep it firmly in your heart. Is what I treated you in the past really a tool for venting your desires?"

"Give me a baby, it's not a question of whether you want to, but a question of whether I want to plant it for you, understand?"

"In the future, if you dare to take out a condom in front of me again, it will be a miserable day."

"I won't let you use contraception. If you dare to take contraceptive measures secretly, you can try it and see how far I can let you do whatever you want!"

He said with a self-deprecating smile: "I also want to know how much you can annoy me. If you want to know, you might as well try it."

However, before he finished speaking, the rage in his heart had just eased a bit, and the movements of his lower body were about to slow down.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, An Ying panickedly grabbed the desk lamp on the bedside table, and slammed it backwards, just right on his head, and blood flowed down on the spot.

She was really frightened and lost her position, she just wanted to stop Tian Junhao's cruel treatment.

His eyes just aimed at the desk lamp on the table, almost instinctively, he picked it up and threw it at Tian Junhao.

She wanted to escape, just to escape.

Taking advantage of Tian Junhao's hoarse cry, when her defenses were at her weakest, An Ying struggled and ran out of bed, and ran to the door naked and barefoot.

"Come back!" Tian Junhao covered his head, holding An Ying with the other hand.

"Ah, let me go, let me go." She saw Tian Junhao's head was covered with blood, and she was scared and helpless, and fear tightly enveloped her.

Tian Junhao didn't care about the injury on his forehead, and hugged her tightly with his hands from behind, and the two of them fell down on the carpet together.

An Ying was still struggling desperately, Tian Junhao felt his head buzzing at this moment, so he could only press down on her desperately.

It took a long time before An Ying came back to her senses, and found that hot and humid liquid was flowing from her face, sliding down from her forehead.

At this moment, she suddenly realized what she had just done.

"Hao!" The first time she reacted, An Ying tried her best to turn around, looked at his disfigured forehead, and cried nervously: