The clone that was constantly sprinting in her mouth finally gushed out of milky white love (harmony) liquid at the end, and at the last moment, it retreated from her mouth.

The white liquid fell to her mouth drop by drop, and the liquid spit out of her mouth was pressed back by him, "Don't spit it out, swallow it all!"

He brutally put this sentence, and the white liquid was fed into Han Zhiqing's mouth by him.

Then, he pulled the bath towel over one side, glanced at Han Zhiqing coldly, and walked into the bathroom, with only sinister and fierce murderous aura in his eyes.

"Well……"

The painful vomiting sound came from Han Zhiqing's mouth. She lay on the sofa, almost holding her throat with her hands, forcing the things in her stomach to spit it out.

The eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.

When Mo Junhao came out of the bathroom again, he saw Han Zhiqing lying on the edge of the sofa and vomiting. He vomited all the supper he had eaten, and now he kept vomiting some jaundice.

He paused slightly at the door, and then his mouth bent upwards with an inhuman curve. His eyes did not stay on her for too long, so he left the room.

That night, he had never returned to his room to sleep, and Han Zhiqing on the sofa seemed to not feel tired, and pressed her throat with her hands, trying to spit out everything in her stomach.

There was bloodshot in her eyes. That night, she was finally exhausted. She lay helplessly on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

"Don't...you're so disgusting..."

The next day—

The silver-white Maserati drove in from outside, and Mo Junhao got out of the car in a state of alcohol. His handsome face looked exhausted.

The blue eyes were covered with blood, and the unbuttoned shirt collar was hanging aside casually, with no warmth in their eyes, which was terrible and intimidating.

"Young Master, you are back."

When the housekeeper saw Mo Junhao enter the door, he immediately met him.

I didn't know what happened last night. After seeing the young master change his clothes, he drove away from home with a dark face and did not come back that night.

Now seeing him getting off the car in a very embarrassed look, the smell of wine on his body made him frown.

Didn’t the young master and Miss Han happily go upstairs last night? Why did they quarrel again?

The one upstairs is like this, and the one in front of him is like this again. These two ancestors really don’t know how to serve him.

While talking to himself with distress, Mo Junhao's footsteps were stopped.

The tired handsome face turned to him, his blue eyes flashed a little, his mute voice sank slightly, and said:

"Where is Han Zhiqing?"

"Uh... Miss Han is still in the room."

The butler's tone was a little embarrassed, which made Mo Junhao clearly capture it.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh... Master, Miss Han has never refused to eat."

“Not eating?!”

Mo Junhao's voice became even heavier, his blue eyes were locked, and he swept sharply to the butler's embarrassed face.

"Yes, Master, we can't persuade her, we can only wait for you to come back."

Mo Junhao didn't say anything, his thin lips pursed into a line, and then he heard him speak lightly:

"Cook the meal."

After saying this, he raised his feet and walked upstairs coldly.

In the room, Han Zhiqing sat quietly on the sofa, holding her knees and staring out the window in a daze. The place she had painted was obviously cleaned up.

The soft carpets were also replaced with a new set.

At this time, her side face was facing Mo Junhao, and she was spitting out almost everything in her stomach, looking a little haggard.

From the side, her eyelashes are very long and curly, and the moment she blinks slightly, she easily touches other people's heartstrings.

Mo Junhao's eyes were closed and he raised his feet to approach her.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Han Zhiqing, who had originally turned her gaze out the window, suddenly turned her head.

Seeing him, her body subconsciously moved a little to the back of the sofa, but her eyes naturally showed a look of disgust.

Seeing this, Mo Junhao's blue eyes narrowed coldly, walked to her and picked her up from the sofa.

"Mo Junhao!"

Han Zhiqing's eyes suddenly became cold and swept across his slightly curled lips, "How much else do you want to be disgusted?"

Her voice was astonishingly hoarse as if she was injured in her throat.

It’s not that Mo Junhao didn’t hear it, but he didn’t plan to take the time to pay attention to it.

A low sneer came from his mouth, and his fingertips raised Han Zhiqing's cold jaw and said:

"Don't worry, I'll let you know how disgusting I am. What's even more disgusting is still coming."

The curled lips were covered with a cold air the next second, and she pulled her from the edge of the sofa to the door, "Now give me some food."

"I won't eat!"

She dragged her body and wanted to pull her hand out of Mo Junhao's hand, but she was pulled tightly by him.

Her wrists that broke free were pulled red, but she didn't want to go over and have a meal.

Since Mo Junhao did such disgusting things to her last night, she will feel nauseous when she sees anything she eats, and even makes her involuntarily remember what happened last night.

The more she thought of that, the more she felt disgusted, her stomach was surging.

"Han Zhiqing, don't think you can be willful in front of me like before! You are no longer qualified!"

Regardless of her wrist being pulled red, she was forced to her side with force, and Han Zhiqing's feet became unstable and she directly hit his solid chest.

She vomited for a night but actually didn't have much strength at all. In addition, she had a high fever yesterday, and her head hit Mo Junhao directly, which made her eyes suddenly dark and her struggle stopped.

The butler who came up with the food came to see the scene in front of him, and didn't know what to do.

The young master's temper became more and more irritable. He couldn't stand it when he saw him treating Miss Han like this. After all, Miss Han was still pregnant with the young master's child in her belly.

However, he also knew that the reason why the young master became like this was due to Miss Han.

These two young people tortured each other like this, and they didn't know when the end would be.

Looking at the deep eyes in the young master's eyes, which seemed cruel and inhumane, but who could know the indescribable pain he was tormenting Miss Han.

Rather than saying that the young master was tortureing Miss Han, it was better to say that he was torturing himself.

"Give me a meal!"

He didn't notice the strangeness on Han Zhiqing's face, so he pulled her to the glass table in the room and sat down.

"I won't eat it! I won't eat it!"

She kept shaking her head and suddenly stood up from the chair, but felt the blackness in front of her eyes and her head hit the wall column beside the glass table.

"Well……"

The sudden impact made Han Zhiqing's head suddenly become stuffy, but she still stubbornly wanted to break free from Mo Junhao's hand.

"Mo Junhao, don't touch me again! Go away!"

Her hands kept thinking of spreading Mo Junhao's hand, and not caring about the swelling and pain on her forehead.

"housekeeper!!!"

Mo Junhao seemed to be crazy and pressed Han Zhiqing on the glass table, with anger and inhumane viciousness burning in his blue eyes.

"Young Master."

When Mo Junhao called him, the housekeeper was shocked and did not dare to be neglected at all. Seeing Mo Junhao's crazy appearance almost abused Han Zhiqing, he did not dare to look directly at him.

"Give me the food."

He grabbed Han Zhiqing with one hand and reached over to the food handed by the butler with the other hand. He said to Han Zhiqing who was struggling under him:

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat, but you can't starve my son."

Seeing Han Zhiqing struggling so hard, Mo Junhao's brows tightened even more.

The more I saw her like this, the more I thought of her looking at him with disgusting eyes and saying that he was disgusting.

Han Zhiqing, I, Mo Junhao, treat you so sincerely. Even though you know you are using me, you are willing to use it.

What else do you want? Apart from disgusting me, I just use me. Do you know that you almost forced me to kill my child? Han Zhiqing!!!

The more I think about it, the more painful my heart will be. Every scene will cut his heart into pieces thousands of times!

If he didn't torture her properly, he didn't know how long his heart could bear it.

"housekeeper!!!!"

"Young Master..."

The housekeeper couldn't bear to see Han Zhiqing's painful appearance, and the blood red oozing from the bumped forehead, and his eyebrows frowned with a little compassion.

But when facing Mo Junhao, who had completely lost his mind at this time, he did not dare to say a word.
To be continued...