The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 72 Zeng Li, You Asked For It

"Woo... Mo Zhiqian... you bastard, don't..." Zeng Li struggled non-stop, dodging left and right with his face, and kept hitting Mo Zhiqian with his small fists.

Mo Zhiqian really stopped.

Slightly propped up his body, staring at Zeng Li's face flushed with anger, the corners of his lips curled into a sneer.

"No? You are not allowed to kiss you?"

Mo Zhiqian drew his voice, "Yes!" Zeng Li blurted out a word without even thinking about it.

Mo Zhiqian Hei Yao's eyes tightened slightly, and the emotions inside were concealed by this movement.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips slanted up, he let out a cold snort, raised his hand, and patted Zeng Li's face.

"Heh, wasn't it quite capable in the clubhouse? Why, come back home and pretend to be a chaste woman?"

With a merciless mockery, Zeng Li understood that this was a settlement after the fall.

But, in her anger, she didn't notice that what Mo Zhiqian just said was "go back home".

With the same cold snort, Zeng Li retorted unceremoniously.

"Mo Zhiqian, wasn't he very generous when he was in the club just now?" He pretended not to see her being bullied by that man.

"What is this now? Are you settling accounts with me? I'm not your wife, let alone who you are. Why do you interfere in my private life!"

"Why?" Mo Zhiqian snorted coldly, his black eyes suddenly turned cold, as if covered with ice, "Just because I am Mo Zhiqian, just because you are lying under me now!"

After finishing speaking, his handsome face pressed down again, and regardless of Zeng Li's resistance, he once again bit Zeng Li's lips rudely and domineeringly.

"Bastard!" Zeng Li's voice of resistance was swallowed by the angry man, and he could only raise his fist again.

It's not polite at all to smack down with a punch.

"Zeng Li, you asked for it!" Mo Zhiqian gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, got up, knelt directly on Zeng Li's body, and pressed her under him.

The hands that captured Zeng Li were cut behind his back, and with one hand he tore off the tie and wrapped it around Zeng Li's wrist a few times before tying it into a dead knot.

"Bastard, let me go..." Zeng Li struggled with all his strength, but there was a disparity in strength between men and women, and his hands were cut behind his back again. When Mo Zhiqian bullied him again, Zeng Li screamed out in pain.

A pair of hands are pressed behind the back, bearing the weight of two people, as if it is about to break.

At first Zeng Li would still be yelling and cursing, but gradually he became numb, looking at the roof, his fair face showed no emotion at all, if it wasn't for the occasional muffled groan, he would have looked like a lifeless cloth Even no difference.

After the punishment was over, Mo Zhiqian grabbed his shirt and trousers and put them on his body directly, standing on the big bed sheet condescendingly looking down at the lifeless woman on the bed, buttoning up his buttons slowly, expressionless.

Turn around and stride away without closing the door.

Hearing the sound of Mo Zhiqian's footsteps gradually disappearing, Zeng Licai slowly turned his face, looked at the open door, and after a long time, tried to untie the tie that was helping his wrist.

The tie was tied in a dead knot, and it was behind him again. After repeated attempts, it failed to open.

Zeng Li had no choice but to wriggle his body to the edge of the bed, with his feet stomping on the floor, the floral H-style shirts were already in a mess, hanging on his body one by one.

It seemed to be proclaiming the inhuman abuse she had just received. ,
(End of this chapter)