Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Meng Zhiyao gently stroked Mo and looked at her: "if you are good, I won't be rude, huh?"

He wants her, not just a man's jade hope. Men like Meng Zhiyao will not lack women. Owning Fu Mingzhu is like a ceremony. It's like taking a shit on Lan Yu's head. It's very happy.

"But you really arouse my pity." His fingers slowly went up along her arm, gently stroked her red lips, smiled and kissed her lips, and took her to his arms at the same time.

Now he's going to have her.

Now, now.

Just as he kissed her, Meng Zhiyao had a cold and hard thing on his head.

Meng Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and stopped all his actions.

His voice was hoarse: "if there's nothing wrong, it's a gun on top of my head, isn't it?"

"Fu Mingzhu, are you sure you can use a gun? Don't get angry, huh?" As he spoke, he tried to grab the dark thing in her hand.

Fu Mingzhu's voice was very light: "Meng Zhiyao, if you move, I'll shoot."

Her voice, especially calm, "I only need one second, you can bet, and I won't get angry, let alone miss."

She shot her hand up and quickly moved back.

The crystal lamp above was knocked down by her, and she didn't even aim.

Meng Zhiyao was surprised. After a shock, his head was butted by the black muzzle of the gun.

There was a knock at the door, and then a large number of men in black came in, all under Meng Zhiyao.

Fu Mingzhu stood in the office with Meng Zhiyao and said coldly, "let them all go out."

Meng Zhiyao licked his lower lip, "it's really interesting! Do you do the same to Lan Yu? Does he just like you? "

Fu Mingzhu didn't answer him. She knew he wanted to distract herself. She couldn't be distracted.

"I'll say it again and let them out." She has loose hair, only a silk suspender skirt, and her face looks like the queen of revenge, enough to shock everyone.

Meng Zhiyao smiled: "if you go out, I'll see how she killed me."

His voice dropped: "Fu Mingzhu, if you don't kill me, I will kill you and let you beg for survival and death on me."

As low as a whisper: "I'll let you, please."

"There will never be such a day." Fu Mingzhu's hand moved down and the muzzle of the gun touched Meng Zhiyao's heart: "because I'd rather kill you now."

Meng Zhiyao realized that Fu Mingzhu didn't want to leave by himself, but really wanted to kill him.

His eyes narrowed slightly and stared at her eyes, but the gun in her hand moved five inches to the middle: "this is the position of your heart, isn't it?"

Without the slightest hesitation, she shot

But misfire!

Meng Zhiyao smiled softly, "Fu Mingzhu, you know, this gun is mine, only one bullet, and you wasted this opportunity."

He grabbed the gun in her hand, threw it aside, and then pulled her delicate face: "it's really cruel. I don't even know the position of my heart."

He licked his lower lip, came up and bit her lip. He bit hard and broke her lip directly.

Her body was also pushed onto the sofa by him. When she wanted to do something, there was a knock at the door.

Meng Zhiyao frowned, and the men at the door broke in: "Meng Shao, our territory has been seized by the people of one drug Bureau and one bureau, and they have copied out... A lot of goods!"

And it can't be denied in full view of the public.