Uncle, be gentle, it hurts

"Isn't that to have a baby for you? I was born, born, you let me go, then if you don't let me go, I will die for you to see. If you don't believe it, Huo Chenyan, you can have a try. "

She gave him the same sentence pattern and the same tone.

Looking at the beautiful eyes in front of him, he felt more painful than a knife for the first time.

The big palm covered her ironic eyes, and her thin and cold lips blocked her. The kiss was feebly fierce and cold, like venting something. The kiss made people's body tottering and almost irresistible.

During the elevator door opened several times, but were angry under the man to reclose.

The man has been wantonly abusing the woman's soft and fragrant lips, until the woman's lips are slightly red and swollen, and even begin to spread blood, and then mercifully released her poor and fragile lips.

Cui Xiaoli just breathed a sigh of relief. When he snatched the missing air, he suddenly felt the numbness of a current on his soft earlobe. It was where Huo Chenyan's lips and teeth were slowly biting. Cui Xiaoli's body is softer. Her hands hold his collar tightly. She feels that his lips are spreading downward, and the heat is flowing through her skin. She starts to panic. After all, it's in the elevator, and there's a camera. What he does to her is not exposed to others

In front of you?

He quickly pushed away his hot head. Cui Xiaoli resisted and said, "Huo Chenyan, don't... Don't be here..."

Glancing at her little face, which was short of oxygen because of the kiss just now, Huo's long dark eyes became darker. One big hand wrapped around her waist and gently lifted her up, and the other hand took advantage of her knees.

The next moment, Cui Xiaoli had been beaten and held up by him.

This time, the elevator door finally opened.

Huo Chenyan strode out with her in his arms.

Nestled in Huo Chenyan's arms, Cui Xiaoli has endless complex emotions spreading in her heart

Sad, desperate, sad, angry

No matter how she struggles, no matter how she doesn't admit defeat, she can't escape him?

If so, is she going to sit and wait?

But how can she struggle? Every time there is a sign, she will be caught by him, and then she stifles the idea, and then there will be overwhelming punishment

Just like at the moment, she was pressed on the bed by him, and had to have a baby for him, which she could not resist

When everything was calm, without looking at the contented man, Cui Xiaoli turned his back to him and kept silent for a long time. He still insisted on supporting his tired body and asked, "Huo Chenyan... Why do you want me to have a baby for you?"

She just felt that the request was groundless and unreasonable

In order to bind you, and... Just thinking of having a child who looks like him and her, he feels very soft

Of course, Huo Chenyan didn't say these words. His dark eyes were still quiet. He lied without expression. "I need a child to inherit my company, and I don't want to touch any other women."

So, her status just rose from plaything to fertility tool?

The corner of his eye was astringent, and the fog also covered his eyes. Cui Xiaoli closed his eyes and bit his lips to death. He just couldn't help crying.

Huo Chenyan found her thin body trembling, gnawing at his heart of those small insects began to move.

Black eyes long eyes deep floating complex emotions, clearly is to take her to relax, but now let her sad unhappy.

But

Xiaoli, can't you be good? Just stay with me.

With the extension of his long arm, he fished her thin and soft body into his arms and felt her body stiff. Huo Chenyan gently kisses her hair top. His voice is slightly hoarse, but he only spits out two words, "sleep."

When she woke up again, she was still alone in the big bed. Cui Xiaoli vaguely remembered that Huo Chenyan seemed to feed her in the morning.

Knead the forehead of Pan acid, don't want to think about with Huo dust flame related things, Cui Xiaoli bear the body's discomfort, slowly sat up.

The curtains of the bedroom dance with the wind, and the breath of the sea blows in. No matter how tired she is, she is attracted to the French window.

Blue sky, white clouds, sea, sand beach, coconut trees... And people running in the sun on the beach, how carefree they are, unlike her, trapped in a cage and lost their freedom

Then she shook her head heavily. Cui Xiaoli, don't be pessimistic. You must have a way. Don't give up. It's not like you

With this thought, Cui Xiaoli was in a better mood, knowing that he was deceiving himself.

Put on a long beach skirt, Cui Xiaoli ate a lot of things in the hotel hall. The unhappiness seemed to dissipate with the decrease of food.

After dinner, Cui Xiaoli went out of the hotel and strolled to the seaside.

It's very busy on the beach. There are sunbathers, swimmers, shellfish collectors and children painting on the beach

Cui Xiaoli looked down at her skirt and decided to give up swimming and playing with water. Together with childlike innocence, she went to the children who picked up shells and squatted down to pick up shells with them.

A four or five-year-old boy found her, suddenly pulled her skirt and called her, "Auntie, do you like shells, too?"

Looking at those amber eyes, Cui Xiaoli thought the child was very cute and beautiful. "Yes, do you like it, too?"

But the little boy shook his head, blinked his eyes and said, "my mother likes it very much. I pick up shells for my mother."

"Your mother?"“ Yes, my mother is beautiful, beautiful and smart. " The little boy's tone was full of pride. Speaking of it, he seemed to be afraid that Cui Xiaoli would be sad. He raised his little hand and patted Cui Xiaoli's arm. "Don't be sad, auntie. You are also very beautiful, just like my mother

It's so much worse than that. "

Cui Xiaoli was amused and couldn't help bending his lips, showing a shallow smile. He raised his hand and touched his little head.

Like comforting him, like comforting himself, Cui Xiaoli said, "aunt is not sad, aunt is just a little tired."

The little boy didn't understand the deep meaning of Cui Xiaoli's words. He looked at her simply, and the soft and glutinous children's voice resounded, "aunt, if you are tired, have a rest. My mother said, if you have a rest, you won't be tired."

Tired, rest for a while not tired? Cui Xiaoli looked at him thoughtfully.

"Lu Xiaoshen, what are you doing? Don't come to me quickly!" As like as two peas in a long skirt, Cui Xiaoli looked at the same woman with a pair of amber eyes, which were exactly the same as the little boy. They looked as lovely as a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat. They looked like a cat.