Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

In the tense atmosphere, Lu Zhanshen lowered himself more and more, supported his elbow beside the pillow and covered the people under him.

Soft orange light, hit in his cold side face, more and more set off the cold breath.

He fixed his eyes on her and locked her tightly. He asked her in a low voice: "if I admit it, what are you going to do? Well

Joe's brain suddenly went blank, and the sound of cotton and silk burst at the bottom of his heart.

So, he admitted? Admit what? Admit to marry her, is there a purpose, admit that from the first meeting, is he the mastermind? Admitting his feelings for her is not so pure

"Then my father..."

"Have you met him? Did you see him before he died? "

For a moment, she didn't know where to put her trance eyes. All she knew was that she couldn't look directly into his eyes. There were too many things she didn't want to see.

And his burning eyes, but a second did not move away from her face, as if to continue to see, and then, will directly swallow her!

She won't know how he repressed himself in the past few years!

But he won't tell her.

Because perhaps, she would regard him as a pervert, because at that time, she was still... So small.

As for Qiao Hanguang, he won't let her know. It will be a secret forever

Crystal tears tremble in the eyes, Joe tilted his head, suddenly in the back of the man's hand hard bite down!

With great strength and no ambiguity, he immediately left a row of clear and neat teeth marks on the back of his hand

"I hate it

"Liar!"

Her clenched fist hit him on the chest.

And he did not escape, just let his little guy vent his emotions, such strength, he did not have any feeling.

But her tears, like knives, fell on his heart, which would make him feel pain.

Maybe he was afraid that she would be tired. Seeing that she was so angry that her face turned red, he grabbed her wrist and refused to let her continue.

Then, his lips gently pressed on the corner of her shaking mouth and said to her, "I promised you that the Joe group will always be your father's, don't you forget? Well

When he finished this sentence, he did not look directly into her eyes, but kept kissing her.

She dodges, she struggles, he presses her small head with both hands, and forcefully controls everything

That night, he held her and forced her to sleep in his arms.

But how could she close her eyes? All night, she opened her eyes, tears kept falling, and his chest was always wet.

But even so, he would not let go.

When it was almost dawn, she was finally tired. She leaned against him and closed her eyes

The light morning light reflected in the silent room, and the sky was much brighter.

Joe lay on the bed, slowly open eyes, inside, is a void and dark, mixed with indifferent luster, in addition, there is no other.

When she opened her eyes, she couldn't forget anything.

It's not a dream, it's not a dream

She walked to the window step by step with her little bare white feet, and gently pushed open the window. A breeze swept her face, and the curtain on the side swung slightly, then covered her delicate body.

The sunlight outside was bright, even dazzling, but within her sight, it was dark, as if she could not see or feel anything, and her soul seemed to be gradually separated from her body.

I'm at a loss. I'm more afraid.

Afraid that what she has at the moment will become a broken bubble overnight.

……

After washing, Joe changed his clothes.

Downstairs, she went straight to the door.

"No breakfast, ma'am?" Aunt Liu went to the entrance and asked anxiously.

She was aware of the unusual atmosphere at home.

But I thought, maybe it's just because the old man just passed away, so it's boring.

Joe stopped late and said faintly, "well, I'm going out. By the way, auntie, I may not come back for lunch. "

"Ma'am..."

Aunt Liu wants to say something more, but Joe has left late.

……

The car drove all the way south, and finally stopped in front of the familiar villa.

On the wooden board at the gate, the word "Qiao Zhai" was written, but the color faded, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

Joe stood at the gate late at night, staring at the place where she grew up. All kinds of memories filled her mind like tides.

Dad

Mom

Those laughter, those disputes, those crying, echoed in her cochlea, as if they were all yesterday, so clear and profound.

"Isn't that Mrs. Lu? Why do you have time to come here? "

When Qiao went there, she saw Fang Yurou standing behind her with her arms around her.

Once that sour and mean face, now there is no heavy makeup cover, but covered with a layer of yellow, also a bit more desolate.

"This is my home. Can't I come back?" When Joe talked at night, he was inexplicable, and his heart was full of bitterness.

Is this still her home?

Seeing Fang Yurou reminds her of the thunder and lightning in that dark night. She was beaten, dragged her suitcase, and fled from here in a panic... To go to him.

Now think about it, at that time, she did not know where the confidence and courage came from. How could she expect that such a superior man would help her unconditionally?

Is it just because of men's need for women? But her body, far from that value.

In fact, she had thought about these doubts a long time ago, but now they are all spread out in front of her, forcing her nowhere to escape.

In her trance God, Fang Yurou mouth with a mocking smile, a few steps forward: "late."

Looking at the girl in front of her, she had all kinds of tastes in her heart, some of which were unwilling and some of which were resentful.

Why can she live more and more well, while their mother and daughter are in this situation.

"Auntie Fang, I have something to ask you." Joe looked at Fang Yurou's eyes at night, with a calm expression.

She can't just listen to Uncle Ni's words. What she needs to do is to find a way to spread the truth in front of her own eyes.

Fang Yurou picked the corner of eyebrow and was surprised: "say it, what do you want to ask?"

Joe took a deep breath at night and opened his lips gently: "at the beginning, did my father give up treatment because he had no significance of chemotherapy because of advanced lung cancer?"

Maybe it's not the wisest decision to rashly come here and ask Fang Yurou, but besides that, she doesn't know who else to ask