She smiled in her heart, thinking that she could no longer react to any hurtful words, but she didn't expect that she was just deceiving herself.

She looked up at Mo Junhao's sarcastic smile, and she also started to laugh.

The cold fingertips stroked Mo Junhao's handsome face and said, "As a love (harmonious) woman, shouldn't I take it as my responsibility to please the financial host? Doesn't Mr. Mo want me to have a bigger reaction to satisfy you and make your bad mood better?"

Mo Junhao didn't expect Han Zhiqing to respond to him with such a reaction, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

Looking at the smile she showed in front of him, there was a sense of sexuality in her charm, and her beautiful eyes blinked at him funnyly, clearly looking like a slutty woman. Seeing Mo Junhao's eyes made his eyes even hesitate.

"Do you want that?"

He held the little hand that was silly placed on his face, and his thin lips curled up with a sneer, "I'll give you my promise."

He threw her hand away from her face, and he bent down and picked Han Zhiqing up from the ground. He saw the panic that instantly passed through her eyes.

But soon, the panic in his eyes was replaced by the calm smile he remembered.

"I will definitely serve my financial backer."

The long arms hooked Mo Junhao's neck, and a hint of provocation appeared in his eyes that were still unswerving a few hours ago.

The provocation that Mo Junhao is familiar with his memory.

The relationship between the two, which seemed to have a deep hatred in the previous second, suddenly became such a shy ambiguity the next second, which made the servants in the living room a little stunned.

What's wrong with these two people?

In the living room, the servants looked at the two of them leaving, blinking their eyes in a daze, and such a question arose in their minds at the same time.

Mo Junhao walked upstairs with Han Zhiqing in his arms. Compared to the faint smile on the corner of Han Zhiqing's mouth, Mo Junhao's face was very dark.

Seeing him kick open the door of the room, he threw Han Zhiqing in his hand onto the soft big bed, without a glance, and pulled her shirt open and pressed her under him.

"Woman, let me see how much you want it."

Her broad palm covered the softness in front of her breasts. She thought Han Zhiqing would definitely struggle or even refuse her touch, but she did not expect that not only did she not refuse, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became bigger.

Even the eyes were filled with smiles, and such a smile showed some fearlessness that made him feel dazzling.

Damn it, why is she so confident? He thought she didn't dare to touch her, or was he reluctant to touch her?

Who is Mo Junhao? If you want a woman, what are you reluctant to touch?

But the next second, a clear look in his annoyed eyes instantly appeared in his eyes, and there was still a bit of anger that was plotted.

He grabbed Han Zhiqing's smiling jaw with his hand and said coldly: "Do you dare to play with me?"

"How do you say this?"

Han Zhiqing pretended to be ignorant and raised her eyebrows and smiled, ignoring the anger in Mo Junhao's eyes.

"Han Zhiqing, you..."

He was so angry that he couldn't speak because of her calm smile.

"Do you think I dare not touch you with a child? Huh?"

"Why did Mr. Mo say that?"

In Mo Junhao's angry eyes, she sat up from under him and said:

"I'm just listening to you and being a qualified (harmonious) woman who can please my financial backers. As for this child, it's your Mo family. I just need to make my surrogacy tools well. If this child has any mistakes due to some behaviors of Mr. Mo, it has nothing to do with me."

"Han Zhiqing, you..."

Mo Junhao's face was blackened with anger. Compared to him, Han Zhiqing still looked calm and gentle.

"I'm wrong?"

Han Zhiqing smiled even more unrestrainedly, covering up the pain in her eyes, "I listen to Mr. Mo very much, and learn how to be a qualified love (harmonious) woman, so that the hundreds of millions of dollars you spend are worth the money."

Mo Junhao looked cold with a cold face, and when she looked at her relaxed expression, her blue eyes gradually became cold.

The next second, when he saw his thin lips curled up a sneering curve, "Han Zhiqing, do you want to play with me, right?"

He reached out and picked up her slender chin. His deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, locking her cold eyes and said, "I'll play with you, I want to see if you win or I win in the end."

He shook her face away and pressed her under him again, "Now, I'll give you a chance to show your ability as a romantic (harmonious) woman."

While speaking, he picked up Han Zhiqing's hand domineeringly and leaned under him, "You have already provoked my desires, and you have the responsibility to solve it for me now."

Her thin lips curled up a cruel curve, "I can't touch you now, it doesn't mean you don't have this obligation. How to please me? Don't I need to teach you, right?"

He took off the obstacles under him and domineeringly pressed Han Zhiqing's hand under him, "Touch it."

"I don't want it!"

A sudden panic slid through Han Zhiqing's eyes.

"No? You can't help!"

Mo Junhao's eyes were already red with her anger. Her hands tightly clamped her wrists, increasing the force, allowing her cold hands to touch her already swollen clone.

"I don't want it!"

The hand was forced to touch Mo Junhao's clone, and Han Zhiqing's stubborn eyes showed a bit of stubbornness. Her hands struggled to pull them back from Mo Junhao's hand, but they were useless at all.

Mo Junhao's thin lips curled up a sarcastic curve at this time, "As a romantic woman, do you think you are qualified to refuse? Touch it!"

"No...um..."

If he refused, he was blocked by Mo Junhao's lips covering him. All the voices, all the stubbornness and temper were drowned in his kiss.

His kiss, domineering and without any pity, rudely invaded her mouth, and rudely chased Han Zhiqing's dodging tongue.

He could not tolerate her resisting him any more, and he had enough that she rejected him again and again and again and provoked him.

He could not tolerate anyone challenging her authority, and she was no exception.

"Han Zhiqing, this is your obligation as a romantic (harmonious) woman!"

He pulled Han Zhiqing's wrist and continued downwards, forcing her to caress her firm clone, and he was stooping up and down, and a comfortable low growl came from his mouth from time to time.

Even if the person under him was reluctant to touch his things, as long as she touched him casually, he could easily tremble.

"Let me go, Mo Junhao, I don't want...I don't want..."

"Han Zhiqing, I will remind you again, the love (harmony) woman is not qualified to say no!"

The speed of the underbody was faster, with low growlings and lewd sounds filling the huge room.

The ambiguous and springy smell gradually emanated in the room, accompanied by Han Zhiqing's repeated refusal shouts, enveloped the entire room.

It was not until a while that everything came to peace.

Mo Junhao lay on the bed with a slight breath, sneering and turning his head, but was shocked to find that Han Zhiqing's eyes were covered with tears, and panic was crawling in her eyes.

The cold sweat kept oozing out of my forehead, as if I was frightened.

Seeing her suddenly struggling from under him, rushing to the bathroom, and vomiting constantly.

Mo Junhao's heart was tightened a little, and then he strode towards the bathroom, and saw her covering her chest and vomiting constantly.

Almost half a bottle of hand sanitizer was poured on my hands, and I kept scrubbing my hands. The force on my hands was so heavy that I almost rubbed the skin in my palms and didn't intend to stop.

After pouring half a bottle of hand sanitizer, he poured another half of the bottle of hand sanitizer into his palms like crazy, and began to scrub him constantly.

Her hands were rubbed red, but she still had no intention of stopping, and kept rubbing.

Seeing Han Zhiqing like this, Mo Junhao frowned slightly and stepped forward to stop the movements in her hand.

The voice calmly said, "Enough, don't wash."

He pulled Han Zhiqing's hands that were constantly rubbing, but saw her throwing him away like crazy:

"Don't touch me, you're so disgusting! You're so disgusting!!!"

She leaned back against the cold wall, rubbing her hands like crazy.

Mo Junhao's face suddenly became cold, and a cold flashed in his blue eyes. He watched Han Zhiqing rush to the bathroom again, turn on the shower gel, and pour it into his palm. His face looked ugly.

He grabbed the shower gel from her hand with one hand and fell to the ground. He grabbed Han Zhiqing's body and roared:

"Han Zhiqing, I really make you so disgusted? It makes you feel so disgusted that you want to vomit, and it is not enough to wash a bottle of hand sanitizer?!!!"

"Go away! I don't want to touch it, go away! You are so disgusting!!!"

She shook her hands almost without reason, constantly pushing Mo Junhao's body, and roaring heart-wrenchingly.

At this time, Mo Junhao, who was full of injuries in his heart, did not notice Han Zhiqing's strange appearance. He narrowed his blue eyes and pulled her hand over.

"Do you think I'm disgusting? I'll show you it!!!"

He pulled her out of the bathroom and threw her hard on the sofa.

When she wanted to stand up, she stuffed her clone into her mouth and "hold her."

“Um…”

"Serve it well!"

Below her, Han Zhiqing kept shaking her head, tears kept pouring out from her eyes, and she struggled in pain to escape.

"Han Zhiqing, do you think I'm disgusting?"
To be continued...