Domineering love addiction: Mr. Mu's sky-high bride

Chapter 9
This kind of scene often happened when I was a child. I don't know when it started to make her feel awkward.

From such a close distance, she smelled the faint smell of cigarettes on his body, and... the smell of alcohol, he drank again!

"Shen Jie left, who is here again? Hold your hand and grow old together... Tell me... Who is it?" His voice was cold and bewitching.

Wen Yan didn't dare to say that Shen Jie had already been taken abroad by him, if he admitted that the gift was from him, what would happen to his fate?She didn't dare to think at all: "No... I don't know..."

"I don't know? I don't know that you are still hiding it so carefully? Yan Yan...you are not good..." His hands seemed to be placed on her waist casually, but when he spoke, he exerted a little force.

Wen Yan's nerves were tense, he didn't know when he would collapse: "I really don't know..."

Mark Tingchen stopped asking, buried his head in her neck, and sniffed the fragrance of her body: "If there is another time, you will know the consequences."

She was stiff all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave: "Understood, there will be no... next time."

With her assurance, the fierce aura on his body subsided a little.

However, he didn't let her go, and his soft thin lips rubbed against her neck.

Wen Yan's mind was full of thoughts. In her mind, this kind of intimacy can only be done by someone who likes it. He obviously hates her, why...why do you still have to do this?
But she didn't dare to push him away at all, she stood there motionless bearing everything, just when she thought Mark Tingchen would do something, he suddenly pushed her away, panting heavily with a bit of depression gas.

Wen Yan looked at him inexplicably, to be precise, she was cautiously waiting for his next move.

However, Mark Tingchen just picked up the gift box and handed it to her, with a cold tone: "I lost it."

She frowned. Does this mean that she wants to lose it with her own hands?
"You want me to say it a second time?" Mark Tingchen frowned, and the displeasure in his eyes almost overflowed.

Wen Yan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly took the gift box and threw it into the trash can.When she looked back, she looked in astonishment at the smile that flickered across Mark Tingchen's lips, and was stunned for a moment...

She got up late the next day, of course it was thanks to Mo Tingchen, but fortunately he didn't really do anything to her except for the strange intimate behavior.

At the same time, Wen Yan was also quite thankful, fortunately, she only let her lose the gift, and did not cause any substantial harm to Shen Jie...

Butler Lin waited for her at the door: "Miss, I'll take you to school. Your bicycle, master... was thrown away."

Wen Yan didn't say anything, the bicycle's lifespan is almost over, and it's time to die.

When she got to the road near the school, she asked Lin Butler to stop the car: "Uncle Lin, let's go here, there are still a few hundred meters to go, I will walk over by myself."

Butler Lin pulled over the car and parked it: "Then take care of yourself, call after school, and I'll pick you up."

She thought for a while and said, "Then wait for me here after school, don't drive to the school gate."

She didn't want anyone to know about her relationship with Mark Tingchen, it would embarrass him.

Lin Butler understood her thoughts, although he was a little helpless, he finally obeyed her.

Wen Yan bid farewell to Butler Lin, and when she reached the school gate, Chen Mengyao was waiting for her as usual: "Why are you so late today?"

Wen Yan said casually, "It's late."

Chen Mengyao habitually took her arm and walked forward: "It's really rare that you get up late, and even I am late waiting for you here."

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, his stomach suddenly throbbed.

Seeing that her expression was not quite right, Chen Mengyao approached and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "It's okay."

"Are you sure? Do you want to go to the school infirmary?"

"No need, we're already late, let's go quickly." Wen Yan waved his hand, and pulled Chen Mengyao towards the studio quickly.

When she walked outside the studio door, she was already sweating from the pain. The counselor glanced at her and said, "I know I have a class and I'm late, so just stand."

(End of this chapter)