Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 880 What do you think of me (2)

The two walked to the door of the bedroom where the little guy was sleeping, Nanqiao pressed the doorknob with his hand, his arm was suddenly pulled hard, and when he turned his body, he was pressed against the wall.

His hands rested on her shoulders, pinning her firmly between the wall and him.

The masculine breath that hits the face is familiar and dangerous.

Nanqiao frowned, raised his head and stared at him, "What do you want to do again? Ying Muyao, I beg you, can you let me go?"

"No." He looked down at her and uttered a word with his thin lips.

Nanqiao gritted his teeth and laughed angrily: "I am so charming? You like me so much? Then why didn't you choose me back then? You love Ying Shi more, don't you? Then why do you force me to do it? I still have Ying Shi Missing me again now? You...uh..."

The lips were suddenly blocked tightly, the lips and teeth were pushed apart, and the man's kisses were overwhelming, suffocating crazily.

Nanqiao's brows tightened suddenly, and she put her hand on the man's chest, pushing with all her strength, but it didn't work at all.

Nanqiao sharpened his eyes, closed his teeth, and bit his lip hard, and the bloody smell immediately spread to his taste buds.

With a hiss, Ying Muyao let go of her lips, wiped his thumb over her lower lip, and his fingertips were immediately stained red with blood. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Nanqiao, "Satisfied? If biting me can relieve your anger, you I can bite to death."

Nanqiao's heart trembled, he clenched his clothes tightly, looked straight into his eyes, and asked, "Ying Muyao, what do you think of me?"

The man's eyes froze slightly, and Nanqiao's voice continued to sound.

"A mistress who is kept outside and can have sex at any time? A mistress who only has sex in bed? Or a slut who takes advantage and doesn't need to be responsible?"

Ying Muyao's complexion suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were cold and cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you have to describe yourself as so bad?"

Nanqiao lowered her eyelids and laughed for a long time. She pushed Ying Muyao away forcefully, squinted her eyes, and said in a very soft voice that made the scalp tingle: "Then tell me, what am I?" What kind? Ying Muyao, you have a wife, but you treat me like this, tell me, what kind of woman am I?"

Ying Muyao pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

"You can't tell, right?" Nanqiao sneered, "I sacrificed enough for you, so don't drag me into the abyss anymore, don't you know what kind of person your wife is? If you push her into a hurry, I will be finished, and my parents will be finished too, understand?"

Ying Muyao looked at her expressionlessly, his thin lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Nanqiao raised the corners of his lips mockingly, took a trembling breath, turned around and pushed open the bedroom door, and walked in.

Ying Muyao followed without saying a word, and without her saying anything, he walked to the bedside and picked her up.

The little guy opened his eyes in a daze, saw Ying Muyao, and smiled happily, "Dad."

"Father is here." Ying Muyao patted his head, "Let's go home."

Waiting nodded, turned his head to look at Nanqiao, and said in a childish voice, "Qiaoqiao, I'll play with you some other day. I'm going home. Go to sleep."

Nanqiao reluctantly smiled at him, "Auntie knows."

The corners of Ying Muyao's lips were tight, he didn't even dare to look at Nanqiao's face, and left her apartment with the child in his arms.

In the elevator, Ying Muyao asked his son, "Are you happy today?"

"Happy." Waiting pouted and said, "There are brothers and sisters."

"Do you like staying with Qiaoqiao?" Ying Muyao helped his son put on the cotton-padded hat, and pressed his big palm.

Waiting smiled and said: "I like it, Qiaoqiao is fine waiting."

Only then did Ying Muyao's expression soften a little.

(End of this chapter)