Chief Tames Stubborn Girl

"Honey, hurry up." His two eyes, slightly closed, more comfortable!

"Ji Feng, shit"

"Come on!"

"What the hell? How dare you be a mother? " Mutong's voice, can not help the top, I do not know is excited, it is really a trace of shame, she slightly burned red face.

Two sighs were similar to comfortable sighs. Mutong narrowed his eyes. His voice was a little weak, but he still said, "how about... This time... You take it? Ah, what are you doing? " Steep see Ji Feng, buckle up her slender waist again.

A little smile, Ji Feng said evil, "help you..."

It's so hot that it burns up in the room

"Dear..." Ji Feng has already arranged his clothes, turned around and took the dress and belt that the maid left on the table before.

"Roll..." bean big words, spouted out of his mouth, Mutong quickly stood up, want to run, legs but can't make strength, almost fell back to the ground, fortunately behind a healthy arm, firmly tied her waist.

"Ji Feng, damn it! Why are you so mean? "

"Honey, you're useless." He released a hand, took the belt and wrapped it around her waist. To be honest, he couldn't wait to see what a ruffian would look like in a lady's dress!

The wood Tong struggles, the legs kick disorderly Teng, fingernail carelessly delimits Ji Feng's handsome face.

The room was quiet again. It was so quiet that I wanted to scold him. But... Ha ha! Is she really going to die? Mother, elder sister, second sister, she miss them

"I repeat," Ji Feng's lips twitched for a long time. When he caught Mutong's chin again, he warned, "Mutong, you'd better not challenge my temper again and again. Today, if you don't put on this suit, tomorrow, you can see your family's body!"

“……”

Do not answer, on behalf of acquiescence, Mutong took a long breath, took the initiative to raise his arms, and Ji Feng, Bo impolitely took the wide belt, toward her waist up

"Ah" sounds like the sound of killing a pig. In Mutong's eyes, he squeezed out two tears. Shit! Why so hard? It hurts~~~~~~

Tight!

Her clothes are so tight that she can't breathe! Mutong shrinks her stomach and breathes. She feels that her body is bound as a mummy. It's clearly a palace style dress with pink and white color. She wears it like tens of thousands of hemp ropes.

"Smile." And the first one, with his own professional aesthetic vision, looks at the woman standing in front of him, and sees that her face is full of pain. Her pretty face is just like bitter gourd. Ji Feng has no compassion.

The wood Tong rigid pulls to pull the lip Cape, laughs uglier than cries, she does not want to speak now, is choking the gas, suffered to die!

"My dear, are you laughing? Come on! Look, look at you in the mirror Pulling Mutong's arm, Ji Feng pulls her to a floor mirror. The ruffian girl in it has changed her breath. She has a short hair and a fake face, which makes her clothes look like a woman. It's not a big chest, but it's also tied up a little bit, and her waist is very thin

good-looking?

Shit!

Is there something wrong with all the women's heads? They are suffering so much that they can bear it. What's more, if they are as good as a gourd, can they jump from "ugly" to "beautiful"?!

"What? Are you not satisfied? " Standing behind Mutong, Ji Feng startles her to look at the people in the mirror together. The two bodies are close to each other, which is the intentional pressure on Mutong.

Mutong quickly shakes his head, dissatisfied? How dare she?! Sacrifice her to save the big guy. She's got it.

Ji Feng's lips, satisfied with the hook up, more close to the wood Tung, embracing her Yingying a grasp of the slender waist, he whispered in her ear, "such you, look more pleasant. But... Do you think there's something else you need? "

Now that's it. Does he want to take care of her?! It's not going to hit her in the head, is it?

Soon, Mutong confirmed the guess in her heart. Ji Feng suddenly turns around, takes out her mobile phone and orders something inside. Liuli's ABC makes it difficult for her to eavesdrop. Turning back, he twisted a wisp of her short hair with his long finger and looked down at it. "It's a pity that the quality of her hair is good. It's ruined to follow you." People like beautiful things, and he is no exception.

Mutong's mouth wants to move. At last, he chooses not to open his mouth. At this time, someone knocks the door. What comes in is a foreign man with a fancy dress and a make-up box. It's not hard to think of his career. He bows his head respectfully to Ji Feng. Then, he starts to play with Mutong's hair neatly.

Want to struggle, but can only kill the idea of their own mind, simply eyes closed, whatever they love the whole.

In half an hour

"Hey, little beauty, you can open your eyes."

Huh? Call her? Do they have eye problems with men abroad? She's beautiful?! The earth is going to explode it! The wood Tong doubts of open eyes, oneself in the mirror... No! The woman in the mirror, is that her? Mingming's short black hair suddenly turns into a golden brown Barbie's long curly hair, and her face, mom! Is it so white? What about bean marks? What about the pit（ Blink eyelashes, is also warped, pursed mouth, pink pink

"Do you like it?" The male makeup artist who was just in charge of making up for Mutong said with a smile.

"Like... Like a fart!" Shrinking his stomach, Mutong's voice was a little sharp and thin. Facing the makeup artist, he began to feel inexplicable anger, "shit! I'm Chinese. Why do you give me a wig of this color? Sister, I love my country, love my country! Do you understand? " She still likes the original she, although ugly, but natural and unrestrained, now? It's like a doll, a fake doll, made up!

"..." obviously, I didn't expect that Mutong's anger was so strong. The smile of the male makeup artist suddenly stepped down, and he was spurted back by the foam of Mutong. Finally, he looked at Ji Feng with his eyes for help, "little uncle..."

"Well done, go down." Know wood Tung is a fire, dare not toward their own hair, just take the innocent makeup artist out of anger, Ji Feng calm mouth, let people do not understand his mind.

The painstaking makeup artist was relieved and quickly stepped down. Before he left, he did not forget to leave the pair of bright white high shoes that the young count of his family had ordered.

"Shit! You should have gone long ago! Foreign devils! " While scolding, Mutong wanted to pull her hair, but with a big palm, she firmly grasped her.

"Baby, you've had enough." Too much time has been lost. His official dinner is being held outside. Without him, it is estimated that all the guests are waiting for him.

Mutong rolled his eyes, took out his hand and gave up pulling the wig. "You don't want to be" dear "and" baby "by mouth, surnamed Ji. It's disgusting. I have a surname, wood, Wutong, understand? "

"If... I like to call it that!" Does this woman have to sing against him? Isn't obedience good? Her future will suffer a lot!

"..." staring at Ji Feng, Mutong scolded me x your mother! Pervert, what's wrong? He doesn't like her, and even hates her. It's necessary to call her so numb?! Knowing that the shoes on the ground were prepared for her, this time, she didn't bother to talk to him any more. She stretched her feet and stepped on those high and frightening shoes

"Let's go!" Take the initiative to look at him, no matter where the bastard wants to take her, even if she is sold again, she feels better than facing him!

Ji Feng's throat, sliding for a while, know wood Tung did not wear this kind of shoes, the gentleman handed her an arm bend

"Go away! I don't need you! " Glancing at him, Mutong took the lead in moving. Suddenly, his feet twisted and a "ah" was heard

"Honey, don't you need me?" Ji Feng smiles. He doesn't answer until he sees Mutong fall.

Asshole, why didn't his parents strangle him when he was a child?! This kind of people waste air when they live!

The eyes of Mutong staring at Ji Feng must be resentful. They walked into a super luxurious hall, magnificent and resplendent. The waiters, all kinds of guests dressed luxuriantly, bathed in the golden light.

Their appearance immediately became the condensation point of the line of sight. The guests seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and they all looked towards them. What came to them was a gray haired old man. Of course, he was not Chinese. For Mutong, the people in the hall were strange to her.

Strange eyes, strange skin and strange language all brought her a sudden loneliness

"Laugh! Remember what I said Whispering to Mutong, Ji Feng gathered and hugged her waist.

Pain eyebrow a wrinkly, wood Tong is to want to scold at first, then is to close up, then, stiff pull out smile.

"This is the lady you brought back?" The old count looked up and down at Mutong, naturally speaking in English.

"Yes, grandfather." Ji Feng's eyes narrowed in response to old Jayne's words. It seems that he really didn't guess wrong. He thought that his grandfather was really ill. But when he returned to the castle, he saw too many miscellaneous people. If it was really a grand gate banquet, his grandfather had already planned it!