Love after Marriage

SO BAD

Wen Qian was startled by his sudden action. She hesitated for a few seconds before reacting. Her heart was pounding. She once again witnessed the old man's shamelessness. How could he kiss her in front of so many people?

　　Everybody is watching.

　　Wen Qian shyly pushed him away, but her strength was not enough.

　　She kicked him, but failed to interrupt his kiss, which seemed to get more intense.

　　She wanted to hide shyly, but he was holding her chin so she had nowhere to hide. Her face gradually turned red in front of everyone's eyes, and a closer look revealed her fair neck was also red.

　　It is so beautiful that people can't stop wanting more.

　　Originally, Shang Mo had no intention of giving a deep kiss, he just wanted to give the white man a warning, telling him that this was his woman and he could not covet her.

　　Who knew that once I touched it, I couldn't stop. The soft and sticky lips, with the alluring and fragrant honey, the moment they touched me, my heart was like a galloping horse, and I couldn't stop even if I pulled it back.

　　I just want to explore longer and deeper.

　　Shang Mo was not like this before. When he frequented places of entertainment for business, no woman could get close to him, let alone get the slightest favor from him.

　　When he sat there, a transparent barrier rose automatically. It was clearly visible but impossible to touch. In Qi Zhou's words, he was like an insulator. Whenever he appeared within a few miles, even the air would be automatically isolated.

　　Shang Mo's evaluation of him is unknown because that is the fact.

　　Who would have thought that one day he would be as eager to prove something as that young boy.

　　Noticing from the corner of his eye that the white man was still looking at him, Shang Mo frowned slightly and then relaxed his brows. The next second, he wrapped his arms around Wen Qian and held her tightly in his arms.

　　Don't show any of it to outsiders.

　　It's so domineering that it's shocking.

　　The white man raised his eyebrows and asked in broken Chinese: "Miss, is this okay?"

　　Wen Qian's thoughts were still in a mess, and she couldn't answer the white man's questions for the time being.

　　Shang Mo's face darkened. The white man in front of him dared to ask his woman if she was okay in front of him. He gave him a sharp look and said coldly, "No."

　　The white man was surprised, "Why?"

　　Shang Mo: "Because she is mine."

　　"......" The white man blinked, not quite understanding.

　　Shang Mo continued to assert his sovereignty, holding Wen Xi's hand to show the white man, "Ring, do you understand?"

　　The white man finally understood and smiled, "Sir, you misunderstood."

　　Shang Mo might misunderstand other things, but how could he misunderstand something like him proposing with flowers? Did he really think he was blind?

　　"Sir, you'd better leave before I take any action." Shang Mo warned.

　　The white man paused for a moment, then said, "Sir, you really misunderstood. I just wanted to ask this lady if she wants to be our model."