Young Master Mo's Second Wife

Mo Yuhan, 18 years old, completed all his studies abroad. At the age of 19, he took over the Mexican Group. At the age of 20, he became a powerful figure in the world. Respectfully called 'Master Mo' by everyone 19 years old, married. 22 Years old, divorced. In just four years, I have tasted all the flavors of life. She thought that this would be the end of the life for a woman like her who had gone through a second marriage, but unexpectedly, she got entangled with a man she could not predict. His tyranny, his evilness, and his doting all made her put down all her defenses. She knew that falling in love with such a man would be doomed, but she was already trapped in it. -------------------------------------------------------- The door to the hotel room was opened, and Lan Xin'er's petite body trembled slightly, but she said something hastily without turning around. "Uncle, please don't turn on the light, okay?" The hand that turned on the light stopped, and then closed the door. With the sound of "touch", my whole heart was nervously raised to my throat. A strong feeling of fear rose from the soles of her feet, and Lan Xin'er warned herself not to have any problems at this juncture. "Uncle, can I make a request?" He asked weakly, still facing away from him. The room was surprisingly quiet, as if he could hear his own heartbeat. After a long time, a low but extremely magnetic voice came from somewhere. "Say." Lan Xin'er was startled. The person's voice must be very young. Although the voice was low but very nice, it gave people a strong sense of oppression. He took a breath and said calmly. "I asked for money right after I was done, and I only took cash, no cards accepted." The corners of his mouth raised in the darkness, a hint of ridicule curled up with frost, sexy and perfect. "How much cash do you want?" "I... Didn't we agree that it was 1,000?" She bit her lip hard, and the darkness gave her a good protective color, so that she didn't have to face him, the embarrassment and dirty transactions at the moment. The room fell silent again, as if a century had passed. Lan Xin'er couldn't help clenching her fists. Could it be that he thought it was too much?