ng Yimo, oh no, now that Second Young Madam is impossible to be with you. Now that Big Young Madam has realized her mistake and is willing to change for you, making an effort to become the person you...Tong Yimo regained her composure, glanced at Leng Yeshen, sat up straight, crossed her legs, and said coldly, "You've finished watching the play, it's time for you to leave!"

Is this man really her second husband He said things she doesn't like to hear as soon as they met.

What was she abandoned for

She wasn't abandoned!

Humph!!

"You seem to have forgotten who I am. Looks like you need me to remind you!" Leng Yechen stepped forward, walked to the bedside, lifted his left leg, and knelt on the bedpost with his knee.

Tong Yimo saw him approaching, cautiously shifting her buttocks backward and gritting her teeth: "Big brother, don't mess around! I've said it, if you want to satisfy your physical needs, find another woman. Just not me, any woman will do!"

"Shut your mouth!" He grabbed her jaw and forced her face closer to his.

The pressure from his thumb and forefinger sent a wave of suffocation and discomfort through Tong Yimo.

She looked up into his black eyes, and said without fear, "We should get a divorce! I don't love you! I..."

"Zizizi—" At this moment, Leng Yechen's phone rang unexpectedly.

He calmly took out his phone from his pocket, didn't even look at the caller ID and answered the call directly.

"Big brother, please take good care of MoMo. She's pregnant. On the way back, if she feels nauseous, buy her some tomatoes and lemons. She..."

Before Leng Zhurong could finish speaking, Leng Yeshen hung up the phone directly.

His handsome face, usually emotionless, was now contorted with anger. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his dark eyes were bloodshot.

Tong Yi Mo looked at Leng Ye Shen with a face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Who just called, and how did they manage to look even worse than when they first walked in

She had a vague feeling that a storm was about to break.

Although she saw a sky full of stars last night, in this deep mountain, wind and rain always depend on the mood of the heavens.

He hadn't slept all night. When he found her, not only was she sleeping with his own brother, but she also told him she was pregnant!

"You didn't tell Ajing what our relationship is, did you" Leng Yechen questioned coldly. Otherwise, why would Ajing repeatedly ask him to take care of her

Tong Yimo remained silent.

It's best if she doesn't say anything about this.

If we said something, it would only cause trouble between the two brothers!

Setting aside Cold Night Shen's indifference, at least Cold Noon Jing definitely couldn't accept this fact.

"Very good! No wonder you wouldn't let me touch you, no wonder you ran away with Ajing, no wonder you ignored me! Very good! I don't blame you! It was I who forced you to marry me, I will be responsible for you to the end! Ajing doesn't want you, I want you!" Leng Yechen slowly let go of Tong Yimo, his big hand trembling slightly as he put it down. "Want a divorce No way! Tong Yimo, remember this, from now on, you give me honestly be the mistress of the Leng family! The two of us, in name only, for this life, I will never touch you!"

"Since you want to waste my time like this, fine. You can leave now! The door is over there, good riddance!" Tong Yimo raised her hand and pointed at the doorway.

This man, he clearly has a violent tendency. This was the second door he'd kicked in that she had seen.

Last time at the hotel, Xia Lingyan had deducted the compensation from her payment.

This time… forget it!

She will fix it herself later.

Anyway, as long as she lived separately from him for two years, after two years, she would find a lawyer to help her sue for divorce.

She wouldn't want to be some cold, aloof mistress of a wealthy family!

Whoever wants to be in charge, go ahead!

By the way, isn't this man in love with Lu Yiru

He should just marry that woman, Luo Yirou. What's he so attached to her for What good does she do him

Just as Tong Yimo was riding high, Leng Yeshen also raised his hand.

Morning sunlight streamed in through the gate and windows, bathing him in its golden glow. He stood silhouetted against the light, his sharp features lost in the shadows.

The slate-gray, tailored suit did make him appear elegant and upright, exuding an air of extraordinary refinement.

Tong Yimo was dumbfounded.

His big hand enveloped her small one, pulling her forward, and she stumbled into his embrace.

"I'm so tired... I don't want to argue with you anymore..."

The man's domineering aura spread through the air.

She suddenly felt an arm around her waist, pulling her close with surprising force. Her body leaned sideways as she was pulled in.

Tong Yimo felt like a pacifier doll at this moment, held tightly in this man's arms, unable to move.

His warm breath brushed against her cheek, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

So…

This is…

Asleep already!

"Brother!" Tong Yimo tentatively called out.

The man didn't respond.

Yi Mo, I am so tired... Both physically and mentally exhausted...

Only when he held her in his arms, truly feeling the warmth of her body, could he fall asleep peacefully.

To what extent did he love her

She could repeatedly lower his standards.

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