C15 Really Not Human!

Han Xiaoxiao held it in for a while before she finally exploded, "Amazing? You can keep it as money paper and burn it! "

After shouting, she was stunned for two seconds. She had actually plucked the hair of a fox!

She immediately turned around and ran. Although she didn't feel that she was in the wrong, her life was more important!

How could Mo Zhan let her run away after provoking him? She was exceptionally fast. She got up and carried Han Xiaoxiao upstairs with a few big strides.

She dared to curse him to death? It seemed that the cat's paw had not been cleaned completely.

Han Xiaoxiao knew that her fate had been decided, so she gave up struggling and shouted at him, "Slow down! My feet are hurting! "

Mo Zhan bent over and carried her on his shoulder. Han Xiaoxiao was swinging on his shoulder like a torn sack. At this moment, she didn't forget to grab onto that extremely expensive pile of meat, turning her into the main culprit of a fox's mouth.

While swinging on Mo Zhan's shoulder, he comforted himself: It's fine to carry it on your shoulder, your feet no longer hurt.

Clearly, this kind of consolation was of no use at all, because Mo Zhan's devilish voice had completely shattered her own paralysis.

"You want me to die that badly? I can't lose too much, I have to die under the peonies. "Furthermore, you can't treat my wife unfairly. You are about to become a widow."

Han Xiaoxiao only used two seconds to realize that he was going to do that thing to her again! And it seemed that he was determined not to give up until he was dead!

After quickly abandoning the idea of accepting fate, she had to throw away the things in her hands no matter how expensive it was. She punched and kicked Mo Zhan's shoulders crazily, while offering up all the words she knew to Mo Zhan: "You pervert! Brawler! Bastard! Beast! Put me down! "

Mo Zhan accepted it all. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Curse a few more times and kick a few more times."

Han Xiaoxiao continued to curse and beat him a few more times. Suddenly, she stopped moving and hung on his shoulder, trembling.

Because she finally understood the meaning behind his words.

He tried to calm himself down. After racking his brains and pondering for a while, he came to a conclusion: At this point in time, he could only concede!

Han Xiaoxiao made up her mind and clenched her teeth. She did something she despised very much — she begged for mercy to Mo Zhan.

"Young Master Mo, I was wrong. Your money is your business, I don't care. You can spend whatever you want. "Please let me down."

"What did you call me?" Mo Zhan changed the focus with a single sentence.

"Young Master Mo." Han Xiaoxiao immediately put it on.

"Think about it." Mo Zhan went upstairs with a "thump thump".

Han Xiaoxiao pondered and said, "President Mo."

"You really don't have any memory."

"..."

"I'll give you one last chance."

Just as she was about to reach the door of Mo Zhan's room, Han Xiaoxiao shouted anxiously, "Give me a hint!"

Mo Zhan was so amused by her that the corner of his mouth curled up. Why was this woman so easy to run away from?

"The prompt is: Civil Affairs Bureau." He was already interesting enough.

Civil Affairs Bureau? They had only been there two days, and they were getting their certificates.

Han Xiaoxiao's brain went short for a few seconds. She blinked a few times and then her face turned red. She finally understood what Mo Zhan meant.

She just couldn't say the word out loud.

Mo Zhan had already taken the last step at the door and reached out his hand to grab the door handle.

Han Xiaoxiao could not care about being bashful in the face of such a situation. Her entire body tensed up as she shouted in grief, "Hubby!" I was afraid he'd open that door.

Mo Zhan snickered and lazily threw a word at her, "Too late."

"Click", the door was unlocked. Han Xiaoxiao looked outside the door with all her might. Her eyes were filled with the light of struggling death. She still held onto the last glimmer of hope that she would never be able to open the door.

"Bam!" After the door closed, Han Xiaoxiao's dream of escaping was completely shattered.

The terrifying noise that came from Mo Zhan's room throughout the morning made all the servants stay away. It was better for them not to listen to their master's orders.

In the hallway on the second floor of Mo Zhan's mansion, the woman's curses could be heard at the beginning:

"Mo Zhan, you bastard!"

"Let me go!"

"You freak!"

"Scram!"

… ….

Afterwards, one could only hear the faint sounds of pain and pleasure from the woman's voice, accompanied by intermittent, soft, and coquettish begging for mercy:

"Ah... "Be a bit more gentle …"

"... No, no …. "Hmm …"

"I really can't do this..."

"Get out …"

… ….

In the end, there was no sound.

After lunch time, Mo Zhan came out of his room looking refreshed. His clothes were clean and he looked like he was in a good mood.

In the room, Han Xiaoxiao was covered with Mo Zhan's black silk quilt, revealing her neck and shoulders, which were covered with blue and purple kiss marks. She didn't move at all.

He didn't know if it was due to the excitement or the exhaustion. Her small face was sunken into the inky pillow, her eyes were closed, and her cheeks still had an emotional afterglow.

When Han Xiaoxiao woke up, the sky was already dark.

Faintly opening his eyes, he wanted to move, but the moment he moved, "Ah!" All that was left was to tremble, as if he had been run over by a truck.

Han Xiaoxiao wanted to cry, but there were no tears. All she could do was lie on her stomach and wait for the deadly pain to pass. He cursed Mo Zhan eight hundred times in his heart.

I really don't know what kind of biological structure this man is! Alien! Doing it for so long without tiring! He should use it to study it.

She only remembered that she was on the verge of fainting and he was still full of energy as he turned her over and over. This was simply inhumane!

It was too fucking painful!

After recovering for a while, Han Xiaoxiao finally turned over and sat up, trembling and dispirited.

The bedsheet slipped off her body and her purple and green kiss marks were exposed in the air. It also accurately fell into the eyes of Han Xiaoxiao, who was bowing her head.

Her face turned red and she almost collapsed back down.

At the same time, he didn't forget to grind his teeth and scold Mo Zhan: Beast! He really wasn't human!

He slowly walked to the bedside and stretched out his hand to pick up the clothes that had been thrown on the ground.

Her injured right hand from last night, she remembered, had not been taken care of. But at this moment, it had already been neatly bandaged by a white cloth.

Mo Zhan's devilish face appeared in front of his eyes. Was it him?

In the instant that she thought about it, she was surprised to find that there was something buzzing in her chest. Little by little, it was getting messy …

When Han Xiaoxiao came downstairs, dinner time had already passed.

Downstairs, Aunt Liu and a few servants were busy.

Han Xiaoxiao circled the hall in silence, but did not see Mo Zhan.

When Aunt Liu saw her, she greeted her with a smile. "Young Mistress, you've finally woken up."

Han Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, did not seem to understand the meaning behind these rather ordinary words. Her face was blushing, she replied, "Yes."

Aunt Liu's gaze stayed on her neck for a few seconds as the smile on her face deepened. She was someone who had gone through many things, so there was nothing she didn't understand.

"Young Mistress must be hungry. I've already prepared some food for you, and it's already warm. I'll get it for you now."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu." Han Xiaoxiao was embarrassed. She had noticed Aunt Liu's gaze just now. It was clear that she was thinking, "I know what you have done." It was all because of Mo Zhan!

"Young Mistress, don't be so courteous to me in the future." With that, Aunt Liu walked into the kitchen.

Once Aunt Liu left, Han Xiaoxiao immediately held her waist with both hands. Pain was written all over her face as she dragged her broken body, step by step, towards the dining room. I really want to kill that bastard Mo Zhan!

After eating her fill, Han Xiaoxiao stared hesitantly at Aunt Liu who was busy cooking in the dining room. In the end, she asked, "Aunt Liu, where is Young Master?"

Wiping the sideboard, Aunt Liu replied, "Young Master is in the study on the third floor."

"Oh, thank you."

Han Xiaoxiao got up and walked two steps before stopping. She turned around and asked, "Aunt Liu, where is the study room on the third floor?"

"The last room on the left of the third floor."

"Thank you." Han Xiaoxiao dragged what was left of her body towards the stairs.

When she disappeared down the stairs, Aunt Liu suddenly slapped her thigh, "Oh no!"

He turned around to chase after Han Xiaoxiao, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Han Xiaoxiao climbed all the way up to the third floor and spent most of her energy. While rubbing her sore waist, she silently cursed Mo Zhan.

Actually, she didn't know why she came to find Mo Zhan. Wasn't this asking to be abused?

Could it be that she really wanted to dismember his body into ten thousand pieces? She didn't think she had the ability.

Hesitantly, he walked to the door of the study and stood for a moment facing the closed door. Then, he raised his hand and lowered it.

What should she say after knocking on the door?

Mo Zhan, I will kill you!

Did you bandage my hand?

Or …

Thank you.

Nothing seemed right.

Annoyed, she ruffled her hair. Wasn't she looking for trouble? What was wrong with her? He actually took the initiative to come and find Mo Zhan!

He flung his hands away from his head and left! Why bother?

Just as she turned around, the door behind her clicked, causing her to turn her head in a daze.

The door opened and a woman, a very beautiful woman, came out.

Han Xiaoxiao blinked, as if she wanted to see her more clearly.

She was dressed in a long, lilac skirt that covered her waist and ankles, and her skin was white and smooth as if it had been polished.

The oval face had a pair of amorous almond eyes, and the willow-leafed eyebrows were soft with spring; the nose was high and pointed; and the full, rosy lips made Han Xiaoxiao, a woman, want to go up and taste them.

An unfamiliar stuffiness came from Han Xiaoxiao's chest, causing her to frown slightly.

When the woman saw Han Xiaoxiao standing there motionlessly, as if she had been shocked silly, she asked with a smile, "You are?"

Even the voice was pleasant to hear.

Han Xiaoxiao turned around. This was the most basic of politeness. Even if she wanted to escape, she had to do so after answering her question.

Before she could think of how to answer this woman's question, Mo Zhan stepped out of the room, stood in front of the woman and looked down at her: "Why are you here?" His voice was ice-cold.

Han Xiaoxiao raised her head. She seemed to have seen the anger in Mo Zhan's thick eyes once again.

So it turned out that even if she didn't do anything and just stood there, he would still dislike her.

Han Xiaoxiao also didn't know how to mobilize her potential for wisdom. She gave Mo Zhan a polite smile and bowed to him, "Young Master, Aunt Liu asked me to come here and ask if you still want to do supper."