The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

Yang Yuxi's body lightened abruptly, and she fell directly into Jing Mochen's arms.

The man's face was as cold as a polar glacier, and he hugged her forcefully and domineeringly, exuding a condescending aura.

"Yuxi is my woman now, how we get along with her has nothing to do with you. Gu Zebei, please clarify your position, you and her have already broken up."

After the cold-blooded and heartless words, Gu Zebei was so angry that he wanted to punch him again.

"Jing Mochen, don't go too far, even if you have the power, you can't make Yuxi so cheap."

"If you don't love her, let her go free. Why let her suffer by your side. You don't want to pity me to protect her."

Gu Zebei's eyes were bloodshot, and he said angrily and in pain.

Jing Mochen laughed mockingly at the man's accusation, "Why do you protect her?"

"Gu Zebei, don't forget, if I hadn't been lenient, you would still be in prison, what right do you have to rob women from me?"

"Tonight you helped Yuxi out once, and the punch you punched me will be considered even."

"Don't do it again, or I will definitely make your Gu Group completely disappear in City S. I will do what I say!"

The majestic and domineering voice like an emperor made Yang Yuxi feel the bone-chilling cold.

She couldn't help but shouted loudly, "Gu Zebei, why are you still dawdling here, go back quickly! If you don't leave, I will hate you forever, you go!"

"Yuxi!"

Gu Zebei looked at her with distress, and couldn't bear to let her go like this.

He didn't know when he was separated this time, when would he be able to meet her again.

"Don't call me, hurry up, I don't want to see you again, don't pester me anymore, okay, we've broken up, there's nothing to do with it, let's go."

Her eyes were red, filled with deep heartache and fear.

Gu Zebei clenched his fists and then loosened them, loosened them and clenched them again, and finally gave her a nostalgic look, "Yuxi, I will never give up on you, you wait for me."

"Yuxi, I will only love you as a woman in my life, and one day I will snatch you back."

Yang Yuxi's tears flowed down again uncontrollably, she bit her lip and turned her face away.

"Gu Zebei, don't do stupid things, I don't love you anymore, and I won't wait for you, you can go."

Lang Youqing concubine's intentional appearance, stimulated Jing Mochen almost to go crazy.

Jing Mochen pursed his lips tightly, strong anger surged all over his body, he tightly grabbed Yang Yuxi's wrist, and strode away.

The strength was so great that Yang Yuxi's face was twisted together in pain, but she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

Dragging the suitcase with one hand, she trotted all the way to keep up with Jing Mochen's long legs, and was pulled and dragged into the car.

Yang Yuxi, full of grievances and strong anger, sat stiffly without saying a word.

Jing Mochen still exuded a murderous aura all over his body, staring at her with sharp eyes as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

"Why, it's hard to part with your first boyfriend? Are you still nostalgic for the warmth between the two? Gu Zebei is just that good, it's worth remembering?"

"Afraid that I would retaliate against him, I even said that I didn't love him. Such a great and touching love."

Yang Yuxi didn't say a word, she didn't think there was anything to talk about with Jing Mochen.

However, the more she ignored her attitude, the more anger Jing Mochen felt.

The slender fingers pinched her jaw, and forced her face to face him.

The scolding voice could no longer suppress the jealous fire in my heart, "Speak, just love him so much, do you love him so much that you are willing to do anything for him?"

The jaw was pinched so painfully, Yang Yuxi had suffered enough grievances and humiliation this night.

The mental and physical torture made her feel so uncomfortable that she was about to suffocate, she couldn't hold it anymore, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes silently, flowed onto Jing Mochen's fingers, and also flowed into his heart.

The reason swallowed by the anger recovered again, and he realized what he had done when he saw the girl's hazy teary eyes.

What happened to his wife tonight had already caused her a lot of pain. Not only did he fail to stand up and protect her immediately, he even slandered her with bad words.

His attitude is not worthy of being a good husband at all.

The domineering and indifferent man felt annoyed and distressed, and immediately took out a silk handkerchief from his expensive suit pocket to help wipe away her tears.

"Sorry, I lost control, I shouldn't blame you."

Yang Yuxi bit her lip, pushed his hand away, and turned to look at the quiet night outside the car window.

On her face, two deep red pinch marks are so eye-catching.

Jing Mochen's heart was sore and astringent, he hugged her in his arms again, regardless of her struggle, hugged her tightly, not letting her leave again.

"Yuxi, it's my fault that made you wronged, I'm really sorry."

Yang Yuxi didn't want to have anything to do with this man, so she shouted sharply, "Don't touch me, let me go!"

However, Jing Mochen was determined and refused to let go of her. In her rage, she bit his shoulder hard, exhausting all her strength.

The severe pain twisted Jing Mochen's handsome facial features together, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The strong smell of blood spread on the tip of Yang Yuxi's tongue, two lines of tears slid down her face, and she stopped struggling as if she was exhausted.

Could it be that no matter what she did, she couldn't escape Jing Mochen's palm?

When will such a day end?

The woman in his arms didn't move, she stood upright stiffly, and there was an air of despair all over her body.

Jing Mochen finally let go of her, and called out cautiously, "Yuxi?"

Yang Yuxi leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes, and was as quiet as a fragile porcelain doll.

This kind of tranquility made the panic in Jing Mochen's heart expand countless times, fearing that she would be overwhelmed and do something.

Her wrist, which was pinched by Jing Mochen before, was also purple and black, and it was even more shocking on her jade-white skin.

Jing Mochen felt pity and distress at the same time, gently rubbing the marks on her chin and wrist, blaming himself in his heart more than once.

The woman on the chair suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a taste of lovelessness in her eyes.

"Jing Mochen, why are you tired of me? Tell me a specific date so that I can have something to look forward to. I'm really fed up with days like this now."

The man's body froze suddenly, without speaking, he held her in his arms domineeringly again.

This time, his actions were no longer violent, but full of careful tenderness.

Not getting an answer, Yang Yuxi simply stopped talking, thinking to himself, let this life go by like this.