After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Hearing these words, Qi Yunqian's face suddenly became more ugly and cold, the eyes looking at Song Shiwei were faintly scarlet, and his heart was filled with great anger.

No matter what he did, she still wanted to escape from him!

She still wants to leave him!Go into the arms of other men!

Qi Yunqian breathed heavily, closed the door with a sullen face, and strode towards Song Shiwei without saying a word.

Song Shiwei frowned and took a step back, but Qi Yunqian grabbed her wrist.

He picked her up roughly by the waist, ignored Song Shiwei's struggle, brought her to the lounge of the study, and threw her on the bed.

Song Shiwei was hurt by his almost rough action, gritted her teeth and raised her foot to kick Qi Yunqian: "Qi Yunqian! Do you know that it is against the law for Gong to fuck a woman! Believe it or not, I will sue you!"

"Up to you." Qi Yunqian opened his thin lips lightly and said these two words, grabbed her ankle with his big hands, pulled her under him, completely trapped her under him, and kissed her fiercely.

Song Shiwei frowned and struggled desperately, clenched her fists and beat Qi Yunqian's shoulder vigorously.

But no matter how hard she hit, Qi Yunqian's tall body remained motionless, and even kissed deeper and stronger.

Qi Yunqian's eyes were fierce and ruthless.

There is only one thought in his mind right now.

Let Song Shiwei be pregnant with his child, as long as she is pregnant with his child, she will never leave his side again.

Thinking of Song Shiwei's womb will conceive a child who looks similar to them, Qi Yunqian began to tremble all over, and sweetness burst into his heart.

Qi Yunqian vigorously kneaded the sensitive area of ​​Song Shiwei's waist, rolling her thin lips over her soft lips, demanding the sweet and fragrant breath from her body...

Song Shiwei couldn't control his body's physiological reaction at all, and it softened under his body like a ball of water.

She also seemed to be moved by his kiss, and she couldn't help but raised her head to respond to him.

This made Qi Yunqian feel a bit of secret joy in his heart.

She still has feelings for him, right?

Qi Yunqian was pleased by her response, and the hand on her waist loosened slightly.

A dark light flashed in Song Shiwei's slightly closed eyes, taking advantage of the moment to quickly distance himself from him, he reached out and grabbed the ashtray on the bedside table indiscriminately.

Without hesitation, he smashed Qi Yunqian's head hard.

go to hell!

At the moment she acted, Qi Yunqian had already sensed her intention.

He quickly raised his hand to block it, and the ashtray hit his arm heavily.

Qi Yunqian's ashtray is made of top-grade glass, beautiful but fragile.

Such a smash.

With a bang, the glass ashtray shattered instantly.

Qi Yunqian's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block Song Shiwei.

The splashed glass all fell on him, and his arms, face, and body were all scratched with bloodstains, and the blood slowly seeped from the wound.

There were also a lot of shards of glass scattered on the bed.

Qi Yunqian didn't seem to feel the pain in his body, so he removed the hand that was blocking Song Shiwei, got off the bed in silence, picked Song Shiwei up by the waist lightly, and took her away from the bed full of glass shards.

Qi Yunqian put Song Shiwei on the big chair, and looked at her deeply with black eyes: "Is it not hurt?"

Song Shiwei sneered, tugged at the clothes that Qi Yunqian had just pulled away, her eyes were cold: "You don't need to be hypocritical."

"Qi Yunqian, if you don't let me go, next time, I will still hit you on the head."

Qi Yunqian's eyes flashed fiercely, and the hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists. The shattered pieces of glass pierced deeply into the flesh with his movements, and the blood flowed down drop by drop, but he didn't notice it.

He stared at Song Shiwei closely, his voice hoarse: "You hate me that much?"

"Yes!" Song Shiwei nodded without hesitation.

She looked at him with deep malice in her eyes: "I wish you could die now."

Qi Yunqian smiled instead, but his brows were filled with anger and sternness.

"Then you might as well hate me a little more."

Qi Yunqian stepped forward and trapped Song Shiwei tightly in the chair. He stretched out his big hot hand full of blood and clasped her soft waist vigorously: "Or, it's worth it to let me die on your body."

No matter what, just don't think about leaving him.

After saying that, Qi Yunqian picked up Song Shiwei's clothes with his knuckle fingers, looked at her and smiled softly: "My hand is injured, it seems that this time, you have to move."

"Bastard!" Song Shiwei was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and he raised his hand to slap Qi Yunqian, but he slapped it down lightly.

He even put it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand delicately.

Song Shiwei struggled even more with the numbness caused by the period.

But even though Qi Yunqian was injured, he was still stronger than Song Shiwei, and he easily trapped her.

Song Shiwei was angry and disgusted in her heart, seeing Qi Yunqian looking into her affectionate eyes made her stomach feel nauseated.

In the end, she couldn't hold back, and vomited on Qi Yunqian's body with a wow.

It's just that she didn't eat anything today, and only spit out some sour water.

It was sour and smelly, filling Qi Yunqian's arms.

Qi Yunqian's movements stopped instantly, his face turned ashen.

Song Shiwei wiped the corners of her mouth nonchalantly, looked at him and smiled, "I'm sorry, seeing your pretentious and affectionate appearance, I was so disgusted that I couldn't help but spit it out."

The veins on Qi Yunqian's forehead popped up, and the fire in his eyes flickered.

Song Shiwei took the time to ask: "Are you going to continue? I can't guarantee that I will vomit all over you in disgust halfway through."

There was a bit of sarcasm in Song Shiwei's eyes.

She didn't believe it, Qi Yunqian, who was obsessed with cleanliness, could really hold back, and continued with her.

Qi Yunqian closed his eyes, finally let go of Song Shiwei's waist, and stood up straight: "I'll ask Aunt Sun to cook you something to eat."

It's true that he has a cleanliness addiction, but he was even more concerned that Song Shiwei vomited out water.

I guess she didn't eat anything today.

What's more, his heart is also made of flesh, Song Shiwei's reaction made him feel like he was stabbed in the heart, the pain made him bloody, and his body was a little unstable.

After finishing speaking, Qi Yunqian didn't speak to Song Shiwei, turned around and left the study door.

After his figure disappeared, Song Shiwei's tense body relaxed a lot.

She smelled the sour smell emanating from her body, and couldn't help frowning.

Song Shiwei never abused herself, she got up and wanted to go back to her room to take a shower.

Before leaving again, her eyes fell on the quaint short dagger placed on the bookshelf.

That dagger is probably an antique, Qi Yunqian bought it back and kept it.

Song Shiwei thought for a few seconds, stepped forward and took off the short dagger, and carried it away in her arms.

Qi Yunqian watched her closely, it was almost impossible for fruit knives to appear in the villa, and the glass shards of the ashtray were completely shattered, and she couldn't take them away.

This short dagger just solved her urgent need.

Song Shiwei stood in the corridor of the study, looking sideways at Qi Yunqian's room.

This time, she must ask Qi Yunqian to let her go.