Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 591 [Extra] You spit on me!
Mousse was not angry, but moved closer to her, and when she was struggling with whether to get out of the way or to use violence, he heard him say in a low voice: "I am not even as good as a dog, but you have been fucked by me before." ok, so what are you?"

"Rogue!" An Zimo went mad with anger, his words became more and more obscene, hitting the deepest wound in her heart, she couldn't take it anymore, and punched him in the face.

This time, Mousse was on guard, and stretched out his hand to wrap her fist. When she was about to counterattack with the other hand, he easily cut her arm behind her back and gently pushed her waist. Stick it closer.

And that poor car model, in the end, was not sent out, so it landed gloriously and broke.

"Think of me now."

"Let go of me!" She couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hold on, we need to talk."

"What do we have to talk about, let go!" An Zimo screamed disregarding her appearance. At this moment, she couldn't care less, she only knew that her stomach was starting to churn.

"Let me think about it, do I want to talk about my disfigured face, or about your inexplicable departure—"

Mousse continued to speak ambiguously, before he finished speaking, his face darkened.

An Zimo finally couldn't take it anymore and vomited. He didn't want to let her go, so she just vomited all over him, and the suit on his chest was full of stains.

Fortunately, she was late in the morning and didn't eat anything, so all she vomited now was acid water.

But it was still the case, Mousse was trembling all over.

Not just because of being vomited by her, but because his mousse, his mousse is so disgusting?

This woman!

He had been refusing him before, but later he was all his, and he left without hesitation without a trace.

Now, she directly expressed her disgust for him with actions, and Mousse was hit hard!
An Zimo watched his face turn from black to white to blue, and the disgust in his heart strangely turned into a pleasure of revenge, although this was not revenge at all.

She looked at him with a sneer, "I let you go a long time ago."

"You, you spit on me!" Mousse seemed to have just found his own voice, his voice was trembling.

"Don't let go yet!" An Zimo ignored him, but shouted again in warning, and deliberately retched, Mousse quickly let her go.

(End of this chapter)