Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

Secretary Zhou trembled all over, his legs went limp, and he almost fell on the shards of glass all over the floor.

He clutched his beating heart, oh my god, my oh my god... I finally heard it, although the voice was very weak, but I finally heard it...

Mr. Liancheng is fine, Miss Shi Rong is busy.

Secretary Zhou turned around in a panic and wanted to climb down the same path, when she just stepped on the ladder, she heard her voice suddenly raised: "Liancheng Yazhi, you fucking bastard..."

After this shout, Rong Yan's voice stopped abruptly.

When Secretary Zhou heard this, he swayed and stood on the ladder and almost didn't fall off. The people below suddenly exclaimed and hurried up to help the ladder.

After shaking several times, Secretary Zhou finally stood firm. He didn't dare to listen anymore, and hurriedly climbed down.

Secretary Zhou thought to himself: "Miss Rong, it's not that I don't save you. You dare to scold Ya Shao. I really admire you, but... I will pay you a silent tribute. You can ask for blessings."

But just two floors down, I heard Rongyan's voice again, completely different from the swearing just now, like a wronged little girl, begging for mercy, "Mr. Do it."

Secretary Zhou trembled violently. Only Miss Rong's thick skin could do such a quick change of face. He was in a hurry and crawled to the bottom.

A group of people gathered around, and the housekeeper asked anxiously, "How is it, how is it?"

Secretary Zhou wiped off the dense cold sweat on his forehead, "It's okay, Shao Ya is doing well, let's all go away, get up early tomorrow and follow orders."

The butler's legs gave way, and he fell backwards, only to be supported by the two maids behind him.

He said weakly: "This is good... This is good, my old life is finally saved."

A group of people dispersed separately. At this point, Secretary Zhou naturally couldn't leave. Before he left, he glanced at the elegant room on the second floor of Liancheng, shook violently, and ran away with his arms folded.

Miss Rong, if you really die today, I will definitely place flowers on your grave next year.

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The people downstairs have dispersed, and the business upstairs is not over yet.

Waiting until dawn, Liancheng Yazhi, the bastard who had suffered thousands of knives, fell asleep lying in the bathtub, with his face on his chest, and the iron arm on his back was tightly wrapped around his back, almost broken.

Afterwards, she really admired herself for her appearance, but she was still breathing, but she was so tired and sleepy that her whole body ached and she wanted to die. She really wanted to sleep, and she wanted to sleep to death like this.

but……

Cold, too cold, too cold to sleep.

After the intense sweating exercise, the body temperature gradually dropped, and I soaked in the icy water again. If it is summer, it's okay, your sister, it's the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Looking at the roof with a teary face, your sister, if this continues, tomorrow my mother will not be as simple as being sick, and when you wake up, you will be holding a frozen corpse.

bastard...

She looked at Liancheng Yazhi with fire in her eyes, wishing she could bite the bastard to death, but he could fall asleep.

Rong Yan secretly said: You want to die, my mother doesn't want to die, please let go of your hand and let me climb out by myself...

But Yanyan's prayers had no effect at all, Liancheng Yazhi's arms around her waist were about to break her waist, and when she moved a little, his strength increased.