Flash marriage on the plane, Mr. Li spoiled her so sweetly

Bo Yiyang's voice was deep, which showed that he was deliberately suppressing his anger and that he might explode at any time.

Qin Ziqing glanced at his icy face, her mind went blank, and she reached out, picked up a glass of milk on the table and poured it directly over him.

The expensive black suit was once again contaminated by the steak and was stained with white milk, which looked particularly ugly.

Qin Ziqing raised the corners of her lips, put the cup back on the table, and said with a smile: "Your suit has wasted another glass of milk."

"Qin-Zi-Qing--" Bo Yiyang called her name, gritting his teeth.

I wish I could tear her apart.

Qin Ziqing was very rebellious and nonchalant. "Don't you have no patience with me? Go away now and don't disturb me while I'm having my meal. Forget it, your steak is too bad and I have no appetite."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave, but Bo Yiyang grabbed his wrist.

Qin Ziqing's heartbeat suddenly quickened as her slender wrist was grasped by a hand that was twice as big as hers, fearing that her hand would be broken.

"Bo Yiyang, let me go!"

"If you don't let go, I'll scream molest!"

The man sneered, "How can it be considered indecent assault if I grab my fiancée's hand?"

"What's wrong with my fiancée? We haven't had a wedding or obtained a marriage certificate. I can marry someone else anytime. Don't touch me!"

Qin Ziqing tried to twist her wrists hard but couldn't break free. The man was holding her intentionally, and there was a huge difference in strength between the man and the woman, so there was no way she could get away.

Qin Ziqing was so angry that she lowered her head and bit the man's mouth hard with her teeth.

The sharp little fangs pierced into the skin, oozing bright blood.

Bo Yiyang hissed, his eyes were dark and gloomy, Qin Ziqing's scalp was numb, and she said stubbornly: "Let go——"

She never expected that the next second she was carried on Bo Yiyang's shoulders and went upstairs.

At this point, Qin Ziqing realized the seriousness of the matter, but Miss Qin was used to being arrogant, so how could she bow down to someone she hated? She simply yelled and made a scene: "This is indecent assault! The heir of the Bo family is molesting people!"

However, this is Boyi Yang's residence, and no one will come to rescue her even if she screams at the top of her lungs.

Boyiyang carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed.

The moment she was thrown out, Qin Ziqing was almost scared to tears and covered her face instinctively. Fortunately, she did not hit the head of the bed. Her body fell into the soft big bed, revealing her short skirt.

Bo Yiyang stood at the end of the bed, his dark eyes gradually narrowed.

Qin Ziqing realized where the man's gaze was fixed, and blushed. She pulled the quilt over him and said, "You rascal!"

Boyiyang was already used to her using all kinds of unpleasant words to describe him. He knelt on the bed with a cold expression, reached out and grabbed the woman's fair and slender ankle and pulled hard.

"Ah——" The woman's delicate body was pulled in front of him.

"Bastard!" Qin Ziqing had just gotten up when her skirt was lifted up and a slap landed hard on her little butt, making a crisp sound.

Snapped--

Qin Ziqing's face turned pale, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stood there like a stone.

Unbelievable, Boyi Yang actually spanked her!

Ahhhhh!

Where's the knife? She's going to kill him!

Snapped--

Another slap, mercilessly pressed against the little bottom.

Qin Ziqing was so ashamed and angry that she bit her red lips and trembled with anger, "Stop it! Why do you hit me, Boyiyang, you pervert!"

"If you don't listen, I will beat you." The man's hands were big and thick, and it hurt a lot when he hit me.

He punished Qin Ziqing with anger.

Qin Ziqing's face was covered with tears as she blinked. "You're still hitting me. You've already slapped me five times!"

She felt like her little butt was being cut, and it was painful.

Bo Yiyang stopped, his eyes swept over the perky little buttocks, his throat rolled slightly, "Will you dare to mess around again in the future?"

"I don't dare anymore." Qin Ziqing sniffed, her voice choked with sobs.

"I don't believe you. So, if there's a next time—" The man's voice deepened a bit, and his fingertips ran across the thin fabric of his underwear, "I'll hit you close to your flesh."