Chapter 162: 162

"Jing'an, don't mess around."

The door banged. It was Gu Sijia who worried that jijing'an would do nothing. He accidentally killed Mo Yurou and worried that he would suffer a human life lawsuit.

But neither of the two people in the room had the heart to pay attention to him.

Ji Jing'an glanced coldly at Mo Yurou, who was lying on the hospital bed with a sad face. He took out a cigarette and lighter from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette, put it into his thin lips and smoked

In the smoke, the man's appearance is sexy and charming in the cold, which makes Mo Yurou excited. She stares at me and murmurs sadly, "Jing'an, do you hate me so much? If I really die tonight, will you, will you be sad for me?"

"No." The man opened his thin lips and sneered, "you and I have nothing to do with each other for a long time. For me, you are just a familiar stranger!"

Familiar strangers?

nothing more!

Oh.

Probably in his heart, only yeyufan's bitch smashing is the most important now.

Mo Yurou repressed his jealousy, got up slowly from the bed, stepped on white soft leather shoes and approached him step by step. When the cigarette end between his fingers bounced over, she stopped her steps wisely

Looking back at Ji Jing'an's obscure cold eyes, she reached out to take away the burning cigarette in his hand and threw it gracefully into the dustbin. At the moment of taking back her arm, her slender and pale wrist touched his thin waist, slowly bent down his upper body with his strength, and her beautiful face leaned towards his shoulder blade.

With her movements, the white roundness is completely exposed to the air, such as mature peaches, trembling.

Mo Yurou's smiling face rippling in her eyes and seductive words in her red lips, "Jing'an, you see, I'm not wearing a bra... I can give it to you as soon as you like! After living for 27 years, the thing I regret most is that I haven't had time to become your woman in the real sense during the period of our closest relationship. Can you promise me tonight?"

Jijing'an Fang frowns deeply if he doesn't hear her.

The beautiful finger continued to light a cigarette and inhaled it quickly. The irritating smell of nicotine drove down his throat and into his lungs, which almost suffocated him.

He couldn't help closing his eyes. The misty smoke obscured the deep and handsome facial features and hid his real emotions at the same time.

Mo Yurou resisted the choking smell of cigarettes, and his fingers swam up along the edge of jijing'an's shirt, slid over the solid and smooth abdomen, then went to his chest and stayed at the convex point

The delicate fingers gradually caught it.

I can't help shaking my body.

After noticing with satisfaction that he felt her touch, Mo Yurou gracefully hooked her lips, smiled like delicate petals, and exhaled into the man's ear like LAN, "Jing'an, you don't want to contact me again for so many years, or even look more, as if I were your life and death enemy... But why can't you help it as soon as my hand touched you?"

She slowly untied the buttons of her pajamas, stuck the unobstructed spring tightly to his strong chest, and lingered up and down skillfully.

Hearing that his breath suddenly became heavy, Mo Yurou couldn't help but feel numb. His voice was so tender that it seemed to drip water. He groaned in his ear, "Jing'an, let me be your woman? I don't want anything, just want to have you tonight."

Staring at Ji Jing'an's tall and strong figure, Mo Yurou's elegant and charming face radiates extreme desire and desire.

She thought about this day for too long.

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As long as day after day, it has become an obsession that can't be discharged.

"Hiss..."

In the closed emergency room, Mo Yurou suddenly gave out a creepy scream. She was suddenly kicked hard by the man's long leg and hit the lower abdomen. The whole person couldn't help leaning back. The back of her head hit the cold handrail at the head of the bed. The pain made her cry and cry.

Her body leaned hard against the bed in a twisted posture, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of tears. She looked wrongly at the man who was cruel to her. In her soft voice, she choked, "Jing'an, what did I do wrong to make you angry? You told me that I will change."

"Don't touch me with your hand. I'm too dirty."

Ji Jing'an sneered, moved her long legs and walked gracefully to her side, lowered her head and looked down from a commanding position. In her sharp and cold eyes, she radiated a light of cold compassion, "I seldom do it to women, but you force me to do it! Mo Yurou, don't you want me to forget your betrayal and the dirty thing that you stabbed me in the back with these two pieces of meat?"

"You need self-knowledge. You're not Mo Yurou, who was 18 years old. I really don't like this shriveled and drooping thing on your chest."

In his eyes, her proud chest has become an ugly rotten sack?

Under the attack of Ji Jingan's poisonous tongue, Mo Yurou's face was like a palette, green and red, both embarrassed and angry.

The two hands hanging on the side of her body clenched into fists angrily, and her sharp nails fell deeply into the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

However, he still didn't let her go. He lifted his thin lips gently, his eyes were piercing and cold, and said coldly, "even if you are so cheap that you take off all your clothes, I won't take another look, because you make me sick!"

At that moment, Mo Yurou vaguely heard the sound of heartbreak, and her heart was as painful as a knife.

"Jing'an, no, please, stop talking..."

When Mo Yurou was embarrassed, she suddenly felt that he grabbed the crisp hem of the suit, stuck it to her sensitive round, and gently rubbed it up and down

Don't know what he means, Mo Yurou is shocked and stunned.

But she couldn't suppress her body's warm desire for him. At almost the same time, her thin, soft and white body moved slightly from side to side with his amplitude. In her full red lips, she couldn't help sending out a thin hook of low asthma.

When she realized that it was too debauchery, it was too late.

Jijing'an suddenly stopped swinging her arm, straightened up, took off her suit coat in disgust, threw it into the trash can without hesitation, stared fiercely at Mo Yurou with an emotional color hanging on her face by the bed, and suddenly smiled, cold and bad. Her words and sentences were like quenched poison, "It's cheap enough to soften into this shape without a few times! He's not dead. Hasn't he satisfied you for so many days?"

"Jing An... You can beat me or scold me, but I beg you, don't humiliate me with him again? I have nothing to do with him except that time to save you."

Mo Yurou could no longer stand the grievances in her heart. Her body trembled sharply, and the tears in her eyes flowed silently along the corners of her eyes.

"That's your business, not mine."

Ji Jingan stopped looking at her, walked to the door and said indifferently, "clean it up, and Si Jia will give you a blood transfusion right away."

When he finished speaking, he left suddenly, determined and ruthless.

Mo Yurou's face was full of tears. She grabbed the quilt under the tight fitting with her hands and sobbed bitterly.

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