Sorry, I can't love you

A startling cry rang out in the room and took over her words before she finished. There was a pain in her wrist. A rapid force dragged her into the house. When the door closed, her eyes whirled around, and she was soon hit on the bed by Tang Moshi.

Immediately behind him was the body he suddenly pressed up, and the shadow of his bending down shrouded her,

The slender fingers pinched her chin,

"Ah..." the pain hit and made her scream again, staring at him.

A cynical sneer ran across his ears, with the humidity on his lips,

"I still don't have a long memory. I remember I told you clearly? Don't pester me with any means or excuses? I won't let you go as well as I did seven years ago. "

After saying this, Tang Mo got up slightly, but one hand still pressed her shoulder, revealing a cold face in her sight.

With a touch of mockery in his cold eyes, he stared at her condescending, and his voice was very cold,

"So I'm not interested in knowing why. All I know is that you sent it to the door yourself. No wonder I did."

Xia Liang's eyes suddenly burst into a layer of panic and explained incoherently,

"No, I came to you because of the interview. You just hate me, so our company can change people to interview instead of me. Can you not cancel the interview qualification of our company?"

Hearing the speech, Tang Mo's eyes were a little colder, but his tone was still cold,

"You don't have to hurry to button my hat. You should make it clear that it's not my intention to make trouble for you, but that you are not professional at all. If you do well enough, I don't have the leisure to make trouble for people like you. "

"I know I did a bad job, but can you give me another chance? I promise there will be no more problems."

"You promise?"

Tang Mo sneered and looked down two inches and swept to her slightly open collar,

"What guarantee do you have?"

“……”

"The interview is not professional. It's very professional in this kind of thing?"

Tang Mo's eyes rose slightly, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.

Xia Liangshun swept himself with his eyes.

She immediately blushed and struggled in a hurry, but in exchange for a sharp pain in her shoulder.

Tang Mo could easily nail her to the bed with only one hand.

"Don't pretend. The hard to get is useless to me, and it's too late."

His eyes were full of ridicule.

Xia Liang caught a layer of water mist in his eyes and begged, "No."

"Huh?"

Tang Mo raised his lips and raised a layer of ridicule,

"No? It's hard for you to think about... "

After saying this, he seemed not enough, hissed and lowered his voice, "but even so, you can't get anything you want."

"Ah..." she exclaimed, her eyes full of disbelief, struggling and screaming, "no... I don't want an interview, let go of me..."

"I heard I couldn't get what I wanted, so I regret it now? Huh? "

With the rising ending of Tang Mo, Xia Liang's breathing stagnated and his whole body was stiff.

"Although you can't get what you want, don't hurry to regret." Tang Mo stroked her earlobe, hissed and lowered his voice.

Xia Liang widened his eyes and clearly felt his finger abdomen passing from somewhere.