Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 441: Both Playing with Fire

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Both Playing with Fire

Mo Fan didn’t bother with the three of them anymore.

"Get in the car, I’ll take you home," she motioned for Lin Xuanze to get into the car and glanced at the frightened trio. "You guys go explain it to Boss Wu Yi, and make sure to clarify everything, I’ll personally find him tomorrow."

Lin Xuanze gave the trio a look and got into the car.

"What do we do now?"

It’s just like a flood breaking the Dragon King Temple—a case of not recognizing what’s right in front of you!

The fact that one of the boys was from Golden Net was bad enough, but running into Charming Fox, whom they dared not mess with!

Now they were the ones who were going to get a lecture.

Mo Lingwei hadn’t told them that the person bullying her was from Golden Net. Wouldn’t that ruin the relationship between the two families?

It would be best to go back and make a full disclosure to Boss Wu Yi and ask him to go easy on them.

"Where’s Yun Yue?" Mo Fan drove straight to the underground garage.

"She’s already home," Lin Xuanze, familiar with cars, noticed that Mo Fan had switched to a new one, and he couldn’t help feeling a bit envious. "Sister Fan, this car wasn’t cheap, right?"

It must’ve cost over fifty million, given its high-spec configuration.

"It’s okay, I’ll lend it to you next time." Mo Fan’s lips curled up as she pinched his cheek, feeling deeply affectionate, "You’re sweet-talking me; call me ’sister’ again, and maybe next time I’m in a good mood I’ll let you drive any car in my garage."

Lin Xuanze’s eyes brightened, "Sister Fan."

Mo Fan felt a delightful itch in her heart when he called her that. No wonder so many enjoyed having "little puppies" around; it was truly enjoyable.

Cough cough cough.

She dismissed the fantasies in her mind, fearing that if she really went after the boss’s brother, she might get beaten to death.

The two of them entered the elevator together.

Yun Yue had just come back not long ago, and Xiao Chen and Feng Ye had just arrived, both a bit dirty and stained with quite a bit of blood.

Seeing Yun Yue on the sofa gave them a moment of pause.

"Haven’t you gone to bed?" Xiao Chen thought she would be studying in her room at this time.

Yun Yue’s gaze swept over both of them and finally stopped on Xiao Chen’s blood-stained shirt. "Just got back? Are you hurt?"

Xiao Chen’s lips tightened, "No."

He lowered his gaze, an aura of desolation surrounding him, "I’m going to take a shower."

After that, he took his coat and headed to his room. At that moment, the door opened, and Lin Xuanze and Mo Fan walked in.

Mo Fan sniffed the air for blood and spotted Feng Ye’s defeated figure in the living room.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes as she looked at Yun Yue on the sofa. "Is Feng Ye hurt?"

Yun Yue’s lips curled up playfully, sweeping a glance at her. "Yes, he has a wound on his back, probably a gunshot wound. You should check on him; it’s hard for him to apply medicine."

Mo Fan’s face became slightly unnatural. "What does his injury have to do with me?"

She said that, yet her eyes secretly peeped towards Feng Ye’s room.

Yun Yue turned off the TV, put down the remote control, and left the living room.

Lin Xuanze looked at Yun Yue, then at Mo Fan, and helplessly curved his lips. He headed to his bedroom with his backpack—the emotions here were truly complicated.

Clearly, Sister Fan cared about Feng Ye, but she pretended otherwise.

Even as an observer, he felt exhausted.

Mo Fan was left alone in the living room. She scanned around to make sure no one was there, then looked at Feng Ye’s room and finally took a step forward.

The door opened; there was no one in the room, but the sound of dripping water could be heard from the bathroom.

The white shirt on the ground was stained with quite a bit of blood as she clenched her lips and walked over.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Feng Ye came out bare-chested. Seeing Mo Fan, he clearly paused.

Mo Fan’s lips twitched at the sight of his bare flesh.

Feng Ye’s body stiffened for a moment before he jokingly said, "You really don’t shy away, do you? In ancient times, you would have been married to me."

Mo Fan snorted, her gaze piercing as she stared at him, "With that physique of yours? There are plenty better."

Feng Ye’s face darkened instantly. He strode over and cornered her against the wall, his teeth clenched, "You woman, whose body have you been looking at?"

Mo Fan was taken aback, looking at his face which was so close to hers, and said indifferently, "Are you on the wrong medication? Whose body I’ve checked out is none of your business."

"I am your fiancé, it is my business!" Feng Ye was really infuriated by her, how could a woman be more flirtatious than him.

She was just playing along with those women, but with those men, she was seriously involved!

It was infuriating.

Such a woman, he couldn’t resist the urge to press her beneath him and cherish her thoroughly!

"No... mmm..." Mo Fan suddenly widened her eyes, shocked at the face so close to hers.

The kiss was wild, as if he had gone mad, quickly claiming his territory, stirring recklessly in her mouth.

Feng Ye tightly pinned her against his chest, the damn woman, today he must teach her a lesson about the duties of a husband.

He bit down hard.

Mo Fan felt the pain on her tongue, and then she realized she’d been forcibly kissed.

Realizing this, she felt somewhat annoyed. Mo Fan had always been the one to tease and forcibly kiss others, when did anyone dare to forcibly kiss her!

She immediately struck back.

Feng Ye froze, followed by a sneaky delight, her response was not as if she had no feelings for him.

Neither of them let go of the other, the temperature in the room gradually rose, filled with a suggestive atmosphere, both gradually losing their senses.

Feng Ye felt fiery all over, initially wanting to just chastise her, but unexpectedly, she flirted back, and his body responded.

But she pretended to be innocent, flirted and then wanted to leave, he immediately grabbed her and pinned her beneath him.

"The fire you ignited should be put out by you." He couldn’t care less, only by leaving his mark on her would he be reassured.

Mo Fan was dumbfounded, she just kissed back, but didn’t expect to end up like this, however, she was pinned under him on the bed, her hands restrained, no way to resist.

Feng Ye covered her lips, the kiss was wild yet tinged with tenderness, he seemed to know just how, making her whole body go numb as she was kissed,

She was already wearing a strapless dress, which after a struggle had already slipped down, exposing much of her breast, Feng Ye’s eyes deepened, hardly able to suppress his desire, his eyes even more excited.

He didn’t know why, but a wicked idea emerged in his mind.

Mo Fan felt as though she’d been electrocuted, numb and weak.

He tilted his head towards Mo Fan’s ear, "Admit it, you still like me, don’t you?"

Mo Fan was both angry and helpless to refute. She was a grown woman, seduced by him, it was odd not to respond, she could only glare at him fiercely.

With a rip.

Feng Ye, catching her off guard, tore her dress apart, and tossed it onto the floor like trash, "Tch, such poor quality."

Mo Fan: "?! Are you a dog or what!"

Who the hell treats a dress with such violence.

With his hair still wet, droplets trickled down his forehead as he hooked his lips into an evil smile, "Yes, I’m a dog, but I only bite you."

With that, he lowered his head, bit her chin, and slowly moved downward...