Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 195 Your appearance! (5)

Mo Chou looked sideways at the boss in surprise, but saw that his sideways expression was heavy.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, BOSS directly took off the earphones placed in front of the windshield, and brought them to Mo Chou.

From his face, Mo Chou vaguely guessed something.

Without making a sound, she silently put the earphones on her ears.

After taking a breath to understand, the BOSS directly pressed the switch on the console.

After a slight squeak, the computer hidden on the console popped out directly.

Immediately afterwards, the screen lit up.

Mo Chou narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the computer screen.

After a meaningless snowflake, the image emerges.

First the roof, accompanied by some intermittent noises.

Mo Chou was no stranger to that roof.

She recognized at a glance that it was the roof of Ito Ken's study.

There is a voice!
"If your fiancée sees you like this, she will feel very distressed!"

That voice was also familiar to Mo Chou, it was Ouyang's voice.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Lin's figure appeared on the screen.

He lay curled up on the dark carpeted floor of the study room, his whole body was shaking, and his handsome face was full of pain that couldn't be concealed.

"I think your wishful thinking will come to nothing, because Mochou doesn't like me at all!

Facing the camera, Murong Lin's gaze immediately hurt Mo Chou's eyes.

On the screen, the picture continues.

"That girl, do you really like me?! It seems that my acting skills are getting better and better, even she can't resist my temptation!"

That was Murong Lin's duplicity.

There seemed to be something stuffed in her throat, and Mochou's heart was almost suppressed and she couldn't breathe.

Ouyang's face suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Little girl, if you don't want your sweetheart to become a drug addict, you'd better come here sooner!"

Mochou's fingertips pierced deeply into the palm, and the wound left by the glass before was immediately bled by her fingertips.

But the stabbing pain in the palm didn't relieve the oppressive, tearing pain in his heart.

(End of this chapter)