The wife of a powerful family: Huo Shao, how dare you flirt with me

An Shaosi's complexion eased a little, but the fierceness in his eyes did not slow down, and the slap shot more heavily: "What else?"

"Also?" Yang Xi had been pumped out of his mind, and could only cry poorly on the bed, "An Young Secretary, I'm really wrong. I shouldn't go out to eat with men or drink with men Don't fight ... "

She twisted herself, crying and shaking.

Seeing that she couldn't shake herself, An Shaosi finally eased a lot. He let go of the person imprisoned on the bed. He stretched out his tie and pulled his shirt open.

Yang Xi had completely changed from fierce to a pitiful little crying dog, and he gently untied his tie and turned gently.

The man's face was so handsome, but that evil and apathy caused the grievances in Yang Xi's heart to flood. Such a gentleman is usually so elegant, but just now he finally felt his fierce and terrible.

"Are you going to drink with men casually?"

Yang Xi stared at a pair of light bulbs, and his mouth still begged for mercy: "No, I won't go anymore ..."

An Shaoji nodded with satisfaction. The depression that had been squeezed after seeing Wang Jun finally completely dissipated: "This is good, remember this lesson in the future."

Looking at the crying little guy, An Shaoji reached out and held her up.

Her whole body shrank in his arms, still sobbing from time to time. An Shaoxi took out the medicine box and let her lie on her body to give her medicine.

As soon as the skirt was opened, red slap prints were spread on the white flowers.

He didn't squint, his white fingers dug a stack of white ointment and carefully rubbed her ass. He still grasped his strength, so that she learned her lesson without being hurt.

This hand will only make her hurt.

"All right."

Yang Xi shrank like a pitiful little, looking at the little thing in her arms, An Shao Si couldn't help tearing off a smile, and more gently held her back to the bed.

From her return, he helped her to make a sober tea, and then hugged the woman who vomited herself into the bathroom to clean it before returning to the room.

When she crouched cryingly on the bed, back to him with her back on her back, An Shaoji laughed a little, and opened the quilt before lying on her side.

At this moment, Yang Xi hates this man extraordinarily. She turned her **** into a flower without any emotion, or the man who slept with her was inhuman!

The **** hurts, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged.

Wrapped tightly in his quilt, Yang Xi felt that he never wanted to ignore this irrational and overbearing man again, and would like to say one more word to him in the future. She is a pig!

"You feel wronged?"

A solid chest was attached to her thin and thin spine, and An Shaoji took her whole body into her arms. When Yang Xiaoxi thought of his domestic violence, he was furious from the bottom of his heart, and even his toes shrank.

"Do not touch me."

A soft voice came out with a sobbing cry.

"Don't drink with men casually, do you know how bad men are? In case he borrows alcohol to kill you with no bones left, who do you want to cry for? If there is any illness on him, what should you do?"

He was embarrassed to say that other men were bad, he was the worst himself, Yang Xi thought angrily.

Even though the man's inducing words sounded in his ears, Yang Xi still felt angry. Whatever the reason and excuse, it is not a prerequisite for men to hit women.