Zhuang Ying raised her head and slightly narrowed her eyes.

  Looking against the sunlight, I sized up the man on the driver's seat who was smiling with ill intentions. He looked a bit familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before, and it slipped my mind in an instant.

  The man's gaze with ulterior motives made Zhuang Ying instinctively raise her vigilance, furrowing her brow and asking in response.

  "Who are you? Why should I work with you?"

  "Who I am is not important,"

  Xing Muzhe opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and slowly walked around to the other side. He stopped in front of Zhuang Ying, then opened the passenger door and made a "please" gesture towards her.

  "What's important is that you like Huo Tongchuan, and I can help you get him."

  Upon hearing this, Zhuang Ying's eyes flickered slightly, and she was visibly shaken.

  Xing Muzhe slowly bent down, picked up the bag that had been thrown to the ground by her, looking extremely refined and gentle like a courteous gentleman.

  "What's the point of getting angry with yourself? If you like it, just take it, isn't that right?"

  Zhuang Ying took the handbag handed over by the man, slightly hooked her mouth, and stepped into the man's car.

  Inside the villa.

  Mo Wei Yu was just about to push the man away when he grasped her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

  It's probably been a long time since they've been intimate, so Huo Tingchen's kiss was exceptionally lingering. He didn't kiss her with much force, and it was even somewhat gentle, but it was deeper and longer than every other time before.

  Mo Wei's face was kissed by him, causing her brain to be slightly oxygen-deprived. Subconsciously wanting to struggle free, but her entire body was firmly enclosed in the man's arms, unable to move at all.

  In a state of semi-asphyxiation, consciousness is gradually taken away, warm breaths intertwine together, causing confusion and infatuation.

  When Mo Wei Yu slightly regained his consciousness, he had already been brought into the bedroom. The door of the bedroom was still wide open, as if no one had the energy to close it. An Qi Er and Xiu Yi were nowhere to be seen, having run away faster than anything else!

  "Thunder, don't want children"

  She felt the man's hand wandering freely over her smooth skin, igniting flames everywhere, and his thin lips slowly descended to her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. She was kissed into a state of agitation, unable to help but pant heavily as she raised her chin, while her hands instinctively grasped the man's shoulders, still maintaining a posture of rejection.

  Huo Tingchen got drunk for a night and then burned for another night. Although he fell into a deep sleep for several hours later, his consciousness was still somewhat dizzy.

  As soon as he woke up and went out, he saw Mo Wei Yu. His heart and eyes only had room for her, and he didn't care about anyone else. Zhuang Ying was naturally thrown to the back of his mind without hesitation, and even the unborn child in Mo Wei Yu's belly was temporarily ignored by him.

  It wasn't until Mo Wei Yu shouted that he seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and regain some clarity.

  He stopped the action in his hand, Huo Tingquan slightly raised his head, a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss were filled with intense passion, fierce and strong, seemingly impossible to extinguish easily.

  His large palm slowly grasped the woman's delicate hand, her fingers slender and soft as if they had no bones. Huo Tingchen once again kissed those two tender red lips, and in the midst of their entwined lips, he slowly moved her hand down to his warm abdominal muscles.

  In an instant, as if suddenly realizing something, Mo Wei Yu's whole body trembled slightly, and her fingers subconsciously curled up to pull away.

  But was firmly pinned down by the man's hand, unable to move.

  With a hoarse voice, Huo Tingchen's scorching breath sprayed on her delicate skin, and a few low words slowly escaped from his throat, carrying a hint of unbearable emotion and longing.

  "Help me, I need your help"

  Perhaps it was because he had a high fever before, but the man's body temperature was hotter than usual every time. By the end of it, Mo Wei Yu was almost covered in a thin layer of fine sweat, even his hair tips were damp with mist.

  Leaning against the man's chest, breathing softly, the woman's cheeks flushed a brilliant red, as if they could bleed.

  After resting for a moment, she propped up her arms and tried to get out from under the man.

  Huò Tīng Chēn however, was abnormally infatuated with her breath, his long arms wrapped around her soft and delicate body, not giving her any space to escape. He lowered his head and kissed the base of her ear, his tone revealing a hint of satisfaction after their intimate encounter.

  "It's fine like this, isn't it?"

  Soft kisses, intimate tone, without a hint of vulgarity, as if it's very easy to satisfy.

  Even if he was hurt to the bone just a few days ago, even if he had been drowning his sorrows in drink every night, as long as she showed him a little kindness, he couldn't help but want to get close to her, to be intimate with her, wagging his tail like a dog, as if all those past misunderstandings and pains had never happened.

  Emotionally, he is always so simple and straightforward, with his joys and sorrows, loves and hates all written on his face, making it easy for people to see clearly.

  Mo Wei Yu couldn't help but admit that at this point, he was more honest than her.

  She nestled her face against the man's chest, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, and for some reason, she felt a sense of security that briefly soothed her exhausted mind and body.

  For a moment

  She even wants to throw away everything, abandon everything, and let all past events drift away with the wind, thus perishing.

  "Come on, move over here and live with me."

  He slightly retracted his arm, and Huo Tingchen lowered his voice, the kiss in the middle seemed to still carry a hint of coquettishness.

  "I don't want to sleep apart from you anymore, without you I can't fall asleep."

  At these words, Mo Wei's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers slightly curled up.

  Like struggling, in hesitation.

  "Even for the sake of the children, we can't be apart. How about moving in tonight? Or I'll move over, hmm?"

  Listening to the man's repeated low questions, Mo Wei moved her lips slightly, almost agreeing with him.

  However

  Next second.

  His gaze suddenly stopped at a thin strand of hair on the pillow.

  A strand of hair with a slight curl was quietly pressed under the pillow, revealing half of her hair tip.

  It was obvious that the strand of hair came from another woman.

  It's not hard to guess, that was Zhuang Ying's hair.

  In an instant, Mo Wei Yu's eyes dimmed and her body stiffened.

  She knew that last night, Zhuang Ying had been by Ho Ting-jun's bedside all evening, taking good care of him, so it wasn't particularly strange that the woman would have left one or two strands of hair on his bed.

  It's just this kind of discovery that always makes people feel uncomfortable, even very unhappy.

  Seeing this strand of hair pressed under the pillow, Mo Wei Yu couldn't help but feel uneasy and even think about whether anything had happened between them last night.

  Lower your eyelids and don't let your gaze wander.

  In the dimness, as if drawn by something, the corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of the trash can placed at the head of the bed. She was lying on the edge of the bed, and from this angle, she could see that the inner wall of the trash can had a plastic packaging stuck to its edge.

  The packaging of that one only exposed a corner, but it was still eye-catching, even dazzling.

  It's not hard to identify, it was a torn open condom packaging paper.

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