Chief husband, strong love!

The man's face was too gloomy and terrible.

She knew that he had never been disrespected by others in his life, let alone directly despise his dignity as a man.

This kind of thing doesn't need memory at all. A man can jump with pain.

His self-confident to arrogant man is even more unacceptable.

You deserve to piss him off!

I even said twice that I disliked her for her small breasts. This bastard really thought she was his little daughter-in-law who was manipulated by him.

If he hadn't lost his memory, had no face and skin, and pretended to have no temper all day, she would soon get better and forget the pain.

She has long been deadlocked with him.

His mother was also made by his waist and legs, and she had to make complaints about her chest.

The dark pupil of the night Lord was filled with a layer of cold.

But I didn't speak for a long time and didn't do anything too much.

Finally, Zhuang Su watched him bypass himself and go upstairs without saying a word.

“……”

She frowned.

I saw that the figure of the man had disappeared on the stairs.

This is not his usual style.

She only dared to say such words now.

In the past, she could be stubborn with him, but she didn't dare to stimulate him so much.

He's really fierce when he knows it annoys him.

Zhuang Su felt guilty for a moment.

She should have lost her temper with him, but it turned out to be worse than before.

What you can't say, what you dare not say, open your mouth.

If one day he recovers his memory, she doesn't find it or isn't used to it. It's really easy to make him crazy.

Knowing that she could not see him, she glanced upstairs.

I really don't understand what he meant by walking away without saying a word.

Sulking? Cold War? Calm down and avoid a quarrel?

Or do you believe that you really have low self-esteem?

Will the night Lord feel inferior?

She frowned, not before, but now it's hard to say.

But she's sure.

She despised him for being big, but she was mostly regarded by him as being too small

Zhuang Su sat back at his desk and was a little absent-minded towards the computer.

When I picked up my mobile phone, I saw Shen Enron on wechat and sent several more.

"Sister Zhuang, are you swollen? Don't you answer?"

"Really ask Uncle? Does it take so long to ask Uncle?"

"Sister Zhuang, don't fight too hard. Uncle's knife is on his neck. He won't go either."

……

"Hasn't sister Zhuang finished asking?"

"It's sensual in the daytime, and lust hurts the body..."

……

"Wuwu, sister Zhuang, I'm sorry for you. I'll talk about it casually. Why are you so impulsive..."

"Sheng Xu said that the director would explain things to you this afternoon, and I pushed it off for you..."

……

……

Finally, there is an endless expression package.

Zhuang Su read the news with her mobile phone and was speechless.

She glanced upstairs again. She really didn't know what the night Lord wanted.

His way made her more uneasy.

It's like a knife hanging around your neck.

She couldn't read the information on the computer, so she said to Shen Enron, "other online meetings in the afternoon also helped me push."

Shen Enron: "lying in the trough!"

Half a day, she asked weakly, "then we agreed to meet tomorrow morning and change it to afternoon. Have a good rest!"

Zhuang Su explained that he was incompetent, threw away his cell phone and went upstairs.

Instead of waiting indefinitely, it's better to face it directly.

She endured the discomfort between her legs and hurried upstairs.

The second floor is a large open room with a panoramic view.

"What the hell do you mean..."

The man sitting on the bed with his long legs folded raised his head.