Rich President Spoils His Wife

Mo Wanxi slept very restlessly this night and had been dreaming. In her sleep, she was bullied. She cried and was helpless to the extreme.

Vaguely, I felt that a hand gently tried tears for her. Mo Wanxi felt that he had found support, like that hand leaning in the past and snuggling in his arms.

He Yucheng looked at Mo Wanxi who held on to his arm, smiled slightly, bowed his head and kissed Mo Wanxi's face gently.

Mo Wanxi put his hand around his waist, snuggled in his arms, and fell asleep again.

The next morning, Mo Wanxi opened her eyes faintly in the morning. She felt something wrong. Her head seemed to be resting on something. She raised her head rigidly and came into contact with the magnified handsome face.

He Yucheng looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "wake up?"

Mo Wanxi looked at he Yucheng stupidly. It took him a while to react and push him away,

He Yucheng stretched out her long arm and fished Mo Wanxi back. She continued to push back, "don't touch me! He Qi, don't touch me!"

"Darling, I know why you are angry because you saw me at he's door and because you saw me talking to Shen Mengjun, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I can count." he Yucheng tightly hugged Mo Wanxi's waist, "I can explain. Listen to me."

"OK, it's OK to explain! Let me go and explain in a proper way!"

"Well, you have to promise me to take it easy and listen to me."

"Good!"

He Yucheng let go of Mo Wanxi and touched his head. It was different from He Qi, not so free and easy, but with an embarrassed look on his face.

Looking at Mo Wanxi, he avoided his eyes and coughed, "well, I'm not a duck in a nightclub."

"You're not a duck. What are you?"

"My name is he Yucheng, he Dongxing's brother."

"What? You are he Yucheng? You are the dissolute son of he family..." Mo Wanxi covered his mouth at once.

Listening to Mo Wanxi call him he family's prodigal son, the embarrassed color on he Yucheng's face disappeared and looked at her with a smile, "yes, I'm the prodigal son."

Mo Wanxi stared at him, "then why did you lie to me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you I'm not a duck. You've been staring at me and calling ducks. I can't help it. It's up to you."

"This is not a reason. You are deceiving me and playing with me. I hate it when someone deceives me."

Mo Wanxi looked at him angrily. "You obviously have so many opportunities to tell me. Why don't you keep me in the dark? It's fun for you to deceive me, isn't it?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, I just..."

"What are you just? Treat me as one of your many women and play novelty and excitement?" Mo Wanxi was so angry that he Yucheng interrupted again.

"You've gone too far. I tell you, I'm not your messy women!"

"I know, I don't regard you as them. I treat you..."

"You are shameless! Smelly shameless, he Yucheng, I hate you! I hate you!" Mo Wanxi interrupted him again.

She heard Su Qiqi talk about he Yucheng. It's not an ordinary person. She comes to eat, drink, whore and gamble.

It is said that he likes multiplayer sports most. He participates in everything from the Russian turntable to the mess.

She had been with such a person for so long and had feelings for him.

My wife is so angry!

Mo Wanxi couldn't stand jumping out of bed with bare feet. He Yucheng got out of bed and grabbed her, "Wanxi, listen to me!"

"I don't listen, he Yucheng. You'd better let me go, or I can do anything."

"What can you do?"

"I killed you! Shameless, too dirty! I'm so dirty!" Mo Wanxi was angry and scolded he Yucheng.

He Yucheng wanted to explain it well. As a result, he heard Mo Wanxi scold him for being dirty and say he was dead dirty. His face suddenly became gloomy, and he let go of Mo Wanxi's hand.

Seeing his gloomy face, Mo Wanxi was afraid.

She heard all the rumors about he Yucheng. He is lecherous, ignorant and promiscuous, but I don't know whether he has a good temper. Can't he beat women?

She didn't dare to scold again. She stepped back a few steps. He Yucheng looked at her with a gloomy face. She also stared at he Yucheng. After they looked at each other for a while, Mo Wanxi took a step and left.

He Yucheng stood in the middle of the room and watched Mo Wanxi leave without moving.

When Mo Wanxi walked out of the door, he found that it was not a ink house, but a single family villa.

She went downstairs barefoot to the porch, put on her shoes, opened the door and left.

Mo Wanxi quickly stepped out of the villa and found that he had no money in his pocket and no mobile phone.

The location of the villa is so strange that she can't see the end at a glance. She can't walk to take a taxi, can she?

But let her go back and beg him. It seems that Yucheng can't pull down this face. She'd better go. Maybe she's lucky enough to meet a taxi?

Mo Wanxi walked along the corner of the villa for a long time, but she didn't see a taxi. She drank too much last night, and her dizzy steps were floating, which was really uncomfortable to the extreme.

I was trying to find a place to sit down and have a rest. There was the sound of a car behind me.

Mo Wanxi turned his head and saw the black Maybach parked behind her. The man got out of the car and opened the door. Respectfully, "Miss Mo, let me take you back!"

He Yucheng didn't see anyone in the car, and Mo Wanxi didn't show any affectation. When she got on the car, the man driving handed her a glass of milk, "this is what Qishao asked me to bring you."

Mo Wanxi didn't answer. Whoever wanted to drink the milk of he Yucheng didn't drink it even if she was killed.

She didn't answer, so the man reached out and handed it. She had to reach out and take it. The man handed her the milk. "Don't talk about it. You drink the milk and give your cell phone."

Son of a bitch, he still can't forget to threaten her. Mo Wanxi angrily drank milk. The driver gave Mo Wanxi a bag, "the mobile phone is in the bag. Miss Mo, are you going back to Shuimo Yi's house?"

"No, take me to Yayun." Mo Wanxi has no place to go now, so he has to find Su Qiqi.

In the villa, he Yucheng stood in his pajamas in front of the window and lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around. His handsome face loomed and appeared in the smoke, and his eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan word.

Mo Wanxi's rejection of his identity was so great that he didn't expect that he knew that Mo Wanxi would be angry, sad and quarrel with him.

But I didn't expect her to be so fierce. It's strange that she doesn't dislike his duck identity, but dislikes his second ancestor identity?

Mo Wanxi's angry face flashed in front of him. She scolded him for being dirty. Is he so dirty?

He Yucheng spits out a smoke ring and frowns into a Sichuan word.