Revenge Angel Attack 5

"Brother Mo Hai, I'm a little sleepy." Shen Mengyi snuggled up in his arms and said, "Let's go to bed."

Mo Hai picked her up and put her in the soft big** in the bedroom.

Shen Mengyi took off her clothes and lay softly. She wrapped around Mohai's neck, unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed him.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Yan Mohai suddenly pushed her away, "Mengyi, I'm tired today. You go to bed first."

After saying that, he took off his coat and got up and walked to the bathroom...

That's Gary Jones and Sheila Jones' bed. He can't do that kind of thing with Shen Mengyi in that **. Thinking about it makes him feel sick.

Yan Mohai's whole body was soaked in the cold bathtub. He must keep himself awake. He must always remember the purpose of using this gentle and kind woman to come to this place!!

The next morning, when Shen Mengyi woke up, Mo Hai was no longer beside her.

She thought he was taking a bath in the bathroom, so she wrapped **'s body in sheets and got up and walked into the bathroom.

But there was no one in the bathroom. She circled around the room and didn't see any trace of Yan Mohai.

So she went to the bedside and picked up the clothes she left on the ground last night. After wearing them, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

She still wore the elegant dress and walked all the way to the restaurant along the corridor on the second floor of the castle.

George Jones, who was not present at the dinner party yesterday, was sitting in his seat this morning and eating breakfast.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is a little depressing, and there is no sound except the sound of the collision between the cutlery and the cutlery.

George Jones ate the breakfast on the plate. He didn't eat while reading the newspaper as usual.

I don't know what's going on. Looking at George Jones, Shen Mengyi suddenly felt that he was much older at night.

Is it an illusion?

She only felt that the atmosphere became more and more depressing, which made her a little overwhelmed.

Yan Mohai, who was having breakfast, looked up and saw Shen Mengyi. He got up, helped her open the chair, then returned to his seat and continued to eat breakfast quietly.

Everyone just ate breakfast by themselves and didn't communicate with each other.

Mohai ate the undelicious food on the plate one by one.

Sophie elegantly raised a glass for coffee.

George Jones ate breakfast thoughtfully.

What's wrong with everyone? Why has the usual laughter at the table become so deserted and even creepy now?

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