Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

With the sound of closing the door, Lu Zhanshen walked out of the bedroom and left without leaving any words.

Such a large space, suddenly become very quiet, the air seems to be infiltrated with a cold taste.

On the bed, Joe drew himself into the thin quilt bit by bit, just like a small silkworm chrysalis, wrapped and protected.

Only show that pair of some hair wood eyes, an eye does not blink to look at the closed door.

Shouldn't you ask?

Should we continue to play dumb?

Did those words make him angry

In the dark bedroom, Joe kept the same posture, curled up in the quilt for a long time, quiet, did not move.

Recalling the scenes in the past, recalling everything he did to her, recalling every word he said to her, recalling that night in the hotel, she stood in front of him timidly and made the most unrestrained, willful and unrequited decision in her life.

But in the end, how much is true and how much is false? How much truth does she not know?

People's minds are so complicated. Is the human heart more terrible than she thought?

This man, who she regards as a God, she adores and even adores. She regards him as the attachment of her life, but maybe... All things are illusions and deceptions.

If everything is just a misunderstanding, if he has something to hide, then just now, when she questioned him, he would not leave the room without a word.

Hidden in the quilt, she clenched her teeth, suppressed her voice, sobbed in a low voice, as if she could not load more things.

……

In the study, the tall and straight figure standing quietly by the window, but under the background of the night, this figure makes people feel lonely and desolate.

Lu Zhanshen holds the phone tightly with his fingers, and the cold light of evil comes out from his eyes. The veins on the back of his hand are protruding one by one.

Angry voice with a few repressed, deep from his throat called out: "a few days ago, I told you things, in the end how to do things!"

In the past, it was rare to see anger without any restraint.

Lao Quan on the other end of the phone kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. I didn't expect that Ni Zhongyong would be so cunning. The people at the bottom have been following him since he returned home, but today... The car had an accident, so they lost it."

"Mr. Lu, now, should we just..."

Lu Zhan holds the phone's hand deeply and hangs down heavily. With such tight strength, it seems that he wants to crush the mobile phone.

Should he have been more ruthless at that time?

Now, there will be no such future problems.

After closing his eyes, he put his mobile phone to his ear again and said coldly, "go and arrange it and bring him here."

After he hung up, he sat back in the leather chair and leaned weakly.

Then, he took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and bit it on his lips. However, he just took a few puffs. He pressed the cigarette end into the ashtray, and his eyes drooped slightly. He quietly looked at the cigarette end that gradually had no spark

He got up and went back to his bedroom.

Sitting by the bed, he reached out and stroked her soft face.

Dark, what also can't see clearly, but each other, but seem to live each other's eyes.

Joe was clutching the sheets under his body, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be burning on the back of his hand one by one.

He leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose against her wet cheek. His voice was low and soft: "crying? Well

She bit her lip, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"No..." for a long time to hold out two words, with a strong nasal.

The man's hand moved away from her face.

Suddenly, the wall lamp beside was turned on.

The soft and warm light fell on the weeping face, and the black green silk scattered on the white pillow, a delicate and moving picture.

His slender fingers touched her face again. He held her little chin and approached her.

The distance, as if he was a millimeter further forward, his lips can rub her mouth.

"You said you didn't cry?" He looked deeply into her eyes. As soon as he opened his mouth, the hot breath would melt into her breath.

Slightly moving, he gently kisses away her tears, finally, his lips stay in the corner of her eyes, for a long time did not leave.

Full of bitter taste, gradually melting in his mouth

"You haven't answered my question yet." Joe turned his head and said in a trance, "do you have any other purpose in marrying me?"

"Joe, do you love me? Huh? Tell me, do you love me? " He still clasped her chin, turned her face forcefully, forcing her to look at himself.

Her eyebrows slightly twisted, eyes in addition to tears, there is a stubborn.

She looked at him and said nothing.

Her silence seemed to infuriate him, and his voice became deeper and colder: "answer me, love me or not!"

Looking at his eyes, her tears were running rapidly, and her voice began to tremble: "what if I love you or not? If I love you, I must act like a fool and pretend I don't know anything. You want me to be a fool all my life, don't you? "

Up to now, she still believes that he likes her.

Even, she was sure, he loved her.

Just like this and love, how much pure?

She didn't know and was not willing to admit it. She was even more afraid of it.

"I want to know nothing, I want to live in such a muddle." Live like this, live in the fairy tale world he weaves for her, enjoy his love and indulgence, just like a carefree little princess.

It's good and happy.

"But Lu Zhanshen, I feel very bad in my heart. I've grown up. I'm not a child. I can't forget those things when I wake up after a sleep..."

What uncle Ni said just forced her to face the reality, but before that, she had already touched something she didn't want to know.

It is clear that there is only a pile of mess left in the Qiao group, which is just a hot potato. However, it seems that the fact may not be as simple as it seems.

Perhaps, for him, or for HengYao group, Qiao has some use value?

She knows his ambition, his desire

For example, six years ago, in order to get the right, he could force his own brother not to return home.

What a cruel man he is, she always knew.

His hand, a little bit down, from the hem of her clothes, close to her smooth and delicate skin, tightly clasped her waist: "if I told you, a long time ago... I wanted to sleep with you."

"Lu Zhanshen, what do you mean?" She looked at him in amazement, disbelieving.

A long time ago

So, how long? When dad was still alive?