The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 99 What did you add to the wine?
A gleam of coldness flashed deep in the bottom of Zhao Ziwei's eyes, and his lips curled up as if there was nothing, but he followed the trend and went down the steps, let her go, stroked her cheek with his fingers, and returned to the gentleman he used to be. Style, softly whispered: "Rou'er, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have made you sad..." Mo Rou took the initiative to snuggle up to him, and cold hatred quickly accumulated in her lowered eyes.

Zhao Ziwei, I remember what happened just now, and one day, I will pay you back double!
In her heart, Mo Rou swears viciously.

"Ding--"

When the elevator reached the 48th floor, a beep sounded.

Zhao Ziwei hugged Mo Rou's slender waist, walked outside, lowered his head, and whispered seductively in her ear: "Rou'er, tonight is our bridal chamber, don't worry, I will definitely take care of you!" I'm waiting for you."

"I don't believe you..." Mo Rou squinted at him, humming coquettishly as if complaining, "I don't know who is always in a hurry to act like something at the end, which time it didn't get me all over my body It's hurt."

Zhao Ziwei laughed loudly, with a proud expression on his face, he said: "This just shows how brave I am on the bed!"

"..." Mo Rou rolled his eyes at him, and stopped talking, but the feeling of nausea in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, almost rushing out of his throat.

Zhao Ziwei was on the bed, doing a lot of tricks, the first two times could really make her want to die, but as her dislike for him became more and more intense, she had to cheer up 12 times every time she was on the bed. Couldn't resist pushing him away.

Swipe the golden VIP room card into the card slot, and with a 'ding' sound, the door opens.

Zhao Ziwei pushed Mo Rou, pressed against the wall and asked for a kiss anxiously, his hands were also moving very fast. After a while, the red dress on Mo Rou fell to the ground without a sound...

The atmosphere in the room is about to be set on fire by thunder...

"Ziwei, go take a shower first, I'm sweating a lot, the smell is so strong, I smell uncomfortable..." Mo Rou frowned, pushing Zhao Ziwei's shoulder uncomfortably, once or twice, Zhao Ziwei's eyes showed anger.

Mo Rou bit her lip and looked at him innocently: "Go take a bath first, okay?"

"You go wash up first, I'll pour you two glasses of wine, and dance with me again later, okay? My bride." Zhao Ziwei's face changed from cloudy to clear for no reason, and he parted the corners of his lips, revealing a light smile. Laughing, fingers lightly brushed across Mo Rou Banguo's delicate body, then took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand with her lips.

Mo Rou nodded and agreed: "Okay, then I'll take a shower first."

Once the eyes of the two were staggered, the eyes of both sides were chillingly cold.

Tonight, who plotted against whom?
……

As expected, Mo Rou was obedient and obedient, wrapped only in a white towel, she walked out of the bathroom wet all over.

Zhao Ziwei was lying on the bed with a glass of flirtatious red wine shaking in his hand. When he saw the picture of a beauty coming out of the bath, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Come here." He hooked his fingers.

Mo Rou stepped on the carpet with bare feet, her figure twisted seductively, and she approached the bed step by step.

Climbing up from the end of the bed, like a beautiful snake crawling onto Zhao Ziwei's body, the fragrant breath plucked at the man's heartstrings.

"Ghost|ghost!" Zhao Ziwei cursed, and then pushed the wine glass in his hand to Mo Rou's mouth in a somewhat rude manner, and ordered, "Drink it up!"

Mo Rou obediently drank more than half of it. In the last sip, she intentionally spilled a lot. The bewitching red wine flowed along the corners of her mouth and along the lines of her body into the gully on her chest. The drunken eyes glowed softly, staring at him without blinking for a moment, exuding a seductive aura invisibly, which made the man collapse easily.

Zhao Ziwei licked the wine stains on her chest, and then reached out to her.

There was no accompanying music, only the louder and louder heartbeats of the two of them. During the spin, Zhao Ziwei tore off the bath towel from Mo Rou's body. Her body was naked, and all the beautiful scenery could be glimpsed.

"Ziwei, I'm a little drunk again, I'm so dizzy..." Mo Rou pressed her left temple and shook it vigorously twice, feeling that the vision in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, and Zhao Ziwei became one, two, three, She can't see clearly.

She didn't know that Zhao Ziwei put sleeping pills in the glass of red wine she drank, and after she drank most of it, her consciousness would become weaker and weaker until she fell into a coma.

At this time, Zhao Ziwei smiled sinisterly, and said viciously: "Mo Rou, it's time for you to prepare to accept my "punishment"."

A strong sense of fear suddenly appeared in Mo Rou's heart, her pupils widened, such an uneasy appearance really made people feel distressed.

"What do you want to do?" Her voice was weak.

Zhao Ziwei hugged her increasingly limp body by the waist, and leaned close to her ear, his voice was gentle but revealed a penetrating chill, making one's hair stand on end.

"It's all about engraving my own label on your body, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I love you so much..."

"Zhao Ziwei, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Rou's consciousness had been completely plunged into darkness.

When she woke up again, Mo Rou only felt a severe pain in her chest, which made her want to die.

Opening a pair of bewildered eyes, she saw a man standing in front of her, holding something in his hand, which was constantly drawing on her chest, and the intense pain kept attacking her, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, I couldn't hold back anymore and cried out in pain: "Ah... what are you doing...?"

On the sofa not far away, Zhao Ziwei was sipping red wine. Seeing her wake up, he smiled softly, "Rou'er, you've finally woken up."

"Zhao Ziwei!" Mo Rou yelled viciously, every word was carved out of deep hatred, another wave of severe pain hit her, she lowered her head, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, just happened to drip onto the bloody wound on her chest On the ground, her pupils widened suddenly, and she looked at the needle tip constantly moving on her chest in disbelief.

"What are you doing? Zhao Ziwei, what did you carve on my body?!" Mo Rou roared angrily and struggled to get up, only to realize that her limbs were tied up and her body was weak and tight. It was only then that I thought of the glass of red wine, biting hatred and saying: "Did you put medicine in the wine?!"

Zhao Zi stood up holding the wine glass, walked in front of her, and said condescendingly: "Rou'er, bear with me, the engraving will be finished soon."

"Ah..." Mo Rou let out another scream, with cold sweat on her forehead, she looked up at Zhao Ziwei, his eyes were cruel and crazy, but there was no trace of tenderness.

She gasped in fear and was startled. Zhao Ziwei didn't love her at all. Everything he had done to her before was just a play. He was playing tricks with her from beginning to end.

(End of this chapter)