President’s Contract Wife

If she could, she really wanted to escape from this man who gradually began to control her soul.

However, where she could escape, her father's life was still in Cheng Haotian's hands. Even if I want to leave, I have no ability. Not to mention her own conscience and ignore her father's life and death, so she can only bear it.

Even if it hurts, even if she is humiliated, she must bear it, because she has only one lover...

Mu Zixi's words instantly made Cheng Haotian's heart sink to the bottom.

He just got off work early, thinking that she would walk to and from school every day, and sent her kindly to pick her up today, but this is what this woman who doesn't know what is wrong, actually got in the car!

He Cheng Haotian! Pick her up personally! She seemed to treat him like a plague **** to avoid fear!

She really thought his temper was so good, could she treat him as she pleased!

"Mu Zixi, what do you think you are?" Cheng Haotian's eyes became like a sharp sword in an instant, plucking Mu Zixi's body!

"Did you forget that you are just my mistress, but what do you want your master to do now?" Cheng Haotian's facial features like a knife sharply collapsed, and the breath exuding from his body was powerful And Sen Leng makes the air in the space of the whole car seem to become thinner...

Mu Zixi didn't look at him, but he stretched out his hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to face him and look at him.

His big hand held Mu Zixi firmly, she couldn't resist, and she would feel the pain of bone erosion even when she flicked. She buried all her grievances and unwillingness in her throat, and did not go to reason with this arrogant man, because she had never beaten him. If she resisted, he would even want to trample on her life.

The moment she stared at him, her eyes gradually darkened, as Cheng Haotian said, she was just a mistress, not even a mistress, at best, she was occasionally used to vent her desires. Nanny, she is not qualified to get angry.

Even if she is not reconciled, she can only admit her fate...

What qualifications does she have to defend herself? She should have recognized reality long ago, right? Why do you want to hit this man over and over again, and then find your place in his contempt.

Cheng Haotian looked at the quiet little wild cat, his anger dissipated slightly, and cold lips suddenly covered her lips. With a touch of punishment, possession as always, crazy conquest, without the slightest gentleness.

Mu Zixi knew that this man had no emotions. He could do whatever he wanted. No one could say no to him.

She can only cater to him, expecting him to be kind and spare her occasionally.

Cheng Haotian opened his arms and slowly sneaked into her clothes from behind. His hand seemed to be carrying an electric current, wherever he went, he could ignite a flame on her body, causing Mu Zixi to shake uncontrollably.

He unbuttoned her underwear skillfully, rubbing the beauty of her chest through the thin cloth, and playing with her little beads. The sensitive nerve touch spread to every part of her body, she couldn't help groaning.

Cheng Haotian stepped up his strength, and the other hand tore her clothes effortlessly, the tall body pressed the small person under him like a mad beast.

This is not the first time, but this man always seems to do whatever he wants, no matter where he wants.

Mu Zixi curled up like a wounded white rabbit, hiding in a small corner. She hoped in her heart that the big bad wolf in front of her could suddenly find that she would let her go, but she knew clearly that it was impossible.

Only when they tortured each other can they clearly feel each other's existence, and Cheng Haotian can only feel that the little woman under him is completely his own when he enters her deeply.

The big hand pulled Mu Zixi's body and pressed her completely under him. The shackles of his lower body were quickly removed. He stared at Mu Zixi's body like an artwork. He always did this. As long as she resisted, he would punish her and torture her in this way. , Let her recognize time and time again that she is just his plaything.

Mu Zixi clutched the cushion of the car with both hands, trying to avoid Cheng Haotian's gaze, staring at each other would only let her see how lustful she was in Cheng Haotian's eyes.

During this period of time, she had become accustomed to being with him every night, and every time he attacked frantically, Mu Zixi felt like her body and soul were cut apart.

Cheng Haotian took off his suit and pants. He never seemed to like to take off the clothes on his upper body. He always stripped her of nothing left, and then went in frantically.

He clearly called to stop and stop again and again in his heart, but physically he had to cooperate with this man. She feels like a person with schizophrenia. She doesn't know which side is the truest self. Until she hates herself, hates her own sinking, hates that she is uncontrolled and so lewd in front of this man, and only feels that she is Under this demon man, his brain is no longer under his control...

The car swiftly drove on the city road until it stopped in front of Cheng Haotian's villa. It was another torture along the way.

The sun was shining and the breeze was swaying, and the sun was like a golden veil on the ground, swaying the gold of the earth-yellow playground. On a big tree next to the playground, a little bird was chirping, free little The bird attracted Mu Zixi's gaze and made her envious of the bird's freedom. She couldn't help but plunge Mu Zixi into contemplation. Now she has no self-esteem, and even the most free space has been lost.

He would always break into her life, and then tore out of recognition.

In deep thinking, Mu Zixi didn't even hear the bell ringing after class, and she was still immersed in her thoughts.

"This class is really boring, Xiaoying, where did you and your gold master go yesterday?" Ji Feifei asked Xiaoying.

After listening to Xiaoying, a trace of boredom flashed across her face: "He, he is getting more and more boring now, and she only knows to take me to the bar every day."

The conversation between the two brought Mu Zixi back to his senses and looked back at Ji Feifei. Her body has undergone significant changes from the previous period, covered in designer clothes, watches, necklaces...

Just like Xiaoying, it seems that she has also become a fellow traveler with Xiaoying...

No, not only and Xiaoying, but also her, she is not much noble than them.

Xiaoying saw Mu Zixi looking over, her eyes flashed with contempt for an instant: "However, I am quite curious, Mu Zixi, where did your golden lord take you last night?" , Xiaoying's voice rose suddenly, causing the surrounding students to look at Mu Zixi.

Mu Zixi didn't expect Xiaoying to ask her directly, her face turned pale and she didn't know how to answer.

Regardless of Mu Zixi’s embarrassment, Xiaoying continued to ask: “Did I meet you when I introduced you to the evildoer club last time? What did you do? The car that came to pick you up yesterday was really luxurious, the school’s The mistresses are all very jealous, Lamborghini Hermès, but it costs more than 300 million. It seems that you have really found a pretty good funder this time? How is it, how does it feel to be taken care of? ?"

Xiaoying's series of questions made Mu Zixi even more nervous, her hand clenched her fist involuntarily, and a little sweat burst out from her palm.

In the past, she never thought that one day she would be questioned like prisoners by others, and she never thought that she would become one of them.

However, she didn't want things to develop to this way, but no matter what, no matter how many reasons or explanations were, she was pale and weak. In their eyes, she was just a more false existence than them.

The classmates around couldn't help looking at Mu Zixi with contempt, their eyes were full of contempt, and they all waited for Mu Zixi's answer as if they were amused.

Seeing Mu Zixi being the first place in this class honestly on weekdays, she turned out to be just a gold-worshipping girl with mixed appearances!

Xia Ling suddenly asked: "Why, I still don't want to say, I'm afraid that we won't be able to steal your gold master, huh.".

Mu Zixi looked towards Xia Ling with tearful eyes. Who can appreciate her helplessness at this time? Once, she persuaded them not to let them be mistresses, but now she herself has done the same thing as them. Therefore, they would mock him so much.

Seeing that Mu Zixi didn't answer, the students started to talk a lot, all wondering who Mu Zixi's gold master was.

"Huh, some people think how pure they are, but in the end they are just the same as others, and they are usually pretended to be clean and high, but it is just that." The one who said that was dyed linen. The lady with long hair sniffed at Mu Zixi coldly.

She also wears a lot of famous brands, but the difference is that she has the nobleness that a gold worshiper does not have.

She stood with the few noble ladies who were like her beside her. They were different from Xiaoying and Xia Ling. They were real ladies...

And standing beside her was Leng Yan, the most beautiful and richest leader among these ladies.

Hearing her companion talking, Leng Yan, who was originally just watching a good show, couldn’t help but chuckled at her friend and said, “Yueqi, how can you say that about Mu Zixi? She is a famous Miyoshi student in the school. A good girl! She won’t be compared with those who are mistresses for others, but you can’t say that about our talented Mu-da!” As he said, Leng Yan chuckled twice, and his eyes fell back to Mu Zixi. On the body, one look is the irony.

I usually can’t get used to Mu Zixi, who is the class leader thinking about the teacher’s small report. Today, Leng Yan finally caught the opportunity to taunt her. He said before that he would not be a mistress if he could. It turned out to be a fake and serious, which made Leng Yan even more serious. I hate Mu Zixi. I hate her more than Xiaoying and the others.

What Leng Yan said caused Xiaoying and the others to shut their mouths and stopped speaking.

Who made Leng Yan? They are the rich second generation, born with no worries about food and clothes. Leng Yan and their usual arrogant Ang Xiaoying, they can hide or hide. Even though he was dissatisfied, he still had no choice but to be jealous.

The words of Leng Yan and the others are more acrimonious than those of Xiaoying and others, as if countless needles are stuck in Mu Zixi's heart, causing the students to look at Mu Zixi with more disregard, as if they were looking at something dirty. Her, these gazes fell on her like sharp knives, her palms couldn't help being clenched, and she couldn't help but clenched her teeth.