Dear wife: please be gentle, president

"But you still lied to me about your education ..." Fu qing said with some resentment. The corners of his mouth curled up like a little girl with a small temper.

Ye yimo's face was devoid of guilt as he only admired the beauty in front of him.

"I think that I am the fool who has a low education! She looked away, her cheeks puffed up, and she was really angry. Especially when he thought that he had sacrificed his part-time time to give her lessons.

"You can' t blame me for that. You didn' t ask me anything and just thought that I was just a street thug who didn' t graduate from high school! Ye yimo shrugged innocently.

Fu qing was helpless. She knew that someone like ye yimo, who had a high iq and a high education, was able to roam the streets and learn some culture in the city. It was the most dangerous and he could play all kinds of games with ease.

As the two of them were talking, ye yimo's phone rang again and again, but he hung up. Fu qing understood that he had a lot of things to deal with, and even if he still had a lot of questions, he could only talk about it later.

After tidying up everything, ye yimo stood at the door and looked at the door. Her face was delicate, her white neck, her long hair, her soft voice, and her gentle and tolerant expression. When she was sad, she pursed her lips and smiled as she sent him out. She raised her hand to straighten her collar so naturally. Every detail is coming out, and this is a real good wife.

Yes, it wasn' t some random woman, not a girlfriend, not a lover, but a" wife" that belonged entirely to him.

Ye yimo suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to grab her lips.

Rolling over and over again, the ears and temples rub together.

Lifting up the back of her head, she was forced to bear all of his passion and passion.

Fu qing's breath was in a mess as he panted and said to him," you should go ..."

Although ye yimo was a very efficient person and didn' t like to drag things along, some good times were wasted.

"Xiao qing, I want you to know," he told her, pressing against her lips." You can be angry, you can be unhappy, you can be angry at me ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he lowered his head and kissed her. He pried open her teeth and entered. He bit her tongue and refused to let go. He only felt a sense of relief when he insisted on being entangled with her.

She was too quiet and too nice to him. Sometimes, ye yimo even felt that even if he had a knife in his hand on the battlefield of love, she would not know how to retaliate.

She didn' t know if this was considered heartache, but whenever she asked herself, how much tenderness could he receive in his life?

Pay off only one, the sky does not disappoint him, let only this beautiful her, finally stayed by his side.

"But you must never leave me ..."

After that, it was another peaceful day. And he didn' t have to worry about what to hide and what to avoid. He just had to face it.

On the weekend, ye yimo drove fu qing back to the place where they lived together. On the way, his expression suddenly became serious.

Not long after, he changed the direction of the car.

"Is something wrong? "Asked fu qing worriedly.

However, ye yimo did not give an answer. He continued to drive forward, and his speed was accelerating.

"Yimo ..." Fu qing called his name softly. This weird feeling made her heart beat faster.

Ye yimo observed in the rearview mirror for a while before calling uncle yan," uncle yan, it seems that someone can' t help but want to kill me now ..."

Fu qing couldn' t hear uncle yan's voice, but when she heard the word" kill," she panicked.

"No, xiao qing is by my side now ... I' m not sure where they want to drive me ... Alright, no matter what, xiao qing can' t be hurt! "

After hanging up the phone, ye yimo didn' t give him any explanation and directly increased the fuel to the maximum.

Fu qing wanted to find out what was going on, but four toyota cars rushed over from their vehicles.

At this moment, mo yi's face was extremely gloomy and he increased his horsepower once again.

Before she could figure out what had happened, ye yimo drove the car to the nearest western pier. The cars hadn' t caught up with them yet, or they hadn' t noticed.

"Get out! "Ye yimo ordered coldly. He didn' t want to do this, but it happened suddenly.

The brain that had been cleared was completely unable to think. Only his limbs were following his orders.

After getting out of the car, ye yimo immediately pulled her arm and quickly walked towards a container.

After the door opened, there were countless wooden boxs.fu qing thought that they were going to hide here, but the next second, he saw ye yimo take out a submachinegun from one of the boxes.

"What ... What are you doing ..." Fu qing said in horror.

Ye yimo held on tightly and took a deep breath. He turned around and pulled fu qing into his arms. He whispered in her ear," we can' t explain that much now, but you must remember not to leave this container! Uncle yan came back to look for you. Don' t show your face except for him! "

"What about you? Where are you going! "Cried fu qing, in a panic.

Ye yimo merely planted a suspicious kiss on her forehead." I' ll be fine! Then he quickly walked out of the container and closed the door.

Fu qing watched as ye yimo left and heard a crackling sound from outside. It was a gunshot.

Her head was in a whirl, and she felt a stinging pain. Her thoughts were a little slow, as if she could not see clearly. A brief blank appeared in her mind. This feeling was rather terrifying.

Her body slid down against the wooden box. He knew the feeling was desperate.

Tears rolled down in the darkness.

She did not like to cry. Even if she was extremely humiliated, she would still be bleeding and bleeding. How could she cry like this? However, ever since her mother died, she had almost cried her entire life, for others and for herself.

Could it be that she really saw ye yimo fighting alone? What should she do if something happened to him? Why, why would she go through all this ...

As time passed by, the gunfire gradually subsided.

Pay off the weapons you hate, anything that can hurt. However, when she heard that the gunshots were getting smaller and smaller, her heart became even more flustered ... Was it over? But who is it? Ye yimo, you can' t be hurt! Nothing can happen!

The pier outside the container had indeed experienced a fierce battle.

People with the aura of the main character would usually be able to escape unharmed and very handsome, but this was reality ... No matter how powerful ye yimo was, he only had a gun, but he couldn' t defeat a hundred people!

At this moment, he was really in a sorry state, and no one knew who had punched him in the face. At this moment, ye yimo, who was tied up behind him, tasted the stench in his mouth and stood arrogantly, examining the situation at the scene, trying to find a way out.

After he tried to resist and defeated nearly a dozen people, he was still focused on his knees with a gun and his right shoulder ... He was so unruly that he fell to the ground and was kicked around by a bunch of gangsters ... At this moment, not to mention the blood on the corners of his mouth, he could hardly find a good spot on his body.

After that, a man who seemed to be the boss walked out with a cigar in his hand and asked condescendingly," are you that boy named ye yimo? "

Ye yimo had never suffered such humiliation before. In his eyes, such a person was not even a dog, but now he was putting on a haughty and arrogant appearance. He was like a god who had arbitrarily humiliated his fate in the ninth heaven and his eyes were filled with madness. Gradually, to the extreme, he could not wait to admire his current predicament.